The story of how Kiryx became Grim.
Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 3:02 am
Trial One- Heads will roll!
The evening had passed about as Kiryx had expected when she entered the arenas in one of her finer dresses. Ever the gambler she banked on the curiosity of the leadership of Grim to allow her entrance, even if she did not fit the typical build for their ranks. As she entered another Elf was leaving, one Illithiriel Que'tinasi also known as Saelyth. The woman smelled of hay,sweat and various beasts. Kiryx knew right away she must be a scout with and inclination toward animal domestication, what some of the more uncivilized called "hunter". Silently she made a note to speak with this woman again, something about her and the way she moved remind Kiryx of a younger version of herself, though she'd never admit that to anyone. Surveying the room she spotted a few Forsaken, a male, two females and then another creature as well. The final creature was some sinister joke of mixed breeding gone horribly wrong. She finally decided the thing must be female as she observed it conversing and took a closer look. Pale pink skin,golden hair and bright blue eyes marked it as Sin'dorei but that was possibly where it had become something else entirely. The muscles along it's body rippled with power and it's face was sunken except the jaw which jutted forward and was adorned with small tusks marking it's Orcish nature. The Orc-Elf spoke with guttural,broken speech of an unlearned Orc but with a wit of an Elf behind those blue eyes. Rennal, as she soon found this creature was named, would definetly be useful in her time here amongst the Grim. She paid little attention to the Forsaken scattered about the room and focused on the one at the back table, the obvious leader amongst these gathered.
She took a seat directly in front of the female, fully knowing how brazen she appeared to the room by walking directly for their leader without a word. Smiling sweetly Kiryx introduced herself to the Forsaken woman, whom she suspected was the "Shadowblade". The conversation become a blurr of posturing and jabs at each other's expense with the male forsaken moving in behind Kiryx,making her more uncomfortable than she already was at being surrounded by unknowns without her armor. The male was later referred to as Atticus and if his stench alone was not bad enough his constant gloating and simple minded manner were enough to drive Kiryx crazy. As the conversation amongst the group carried on she moved her one hand absent mindedly toward her thigh where several daggers were strapped, not that she expected a brawl but who knew these days. The moment finally came when she must be accepted or tossed aside and in a moment of surprise for Kiryx the "Shadowblade" Syreena turned to the, silent till this very moment, mountain of a Tauren behind her. Kiryx supposed he was not particularly large for his kind but amongst so many of the smaller races he appeared a wall of strength in his silence. When he spoke it was short and with great power in his words,Kiryx was to be admitted. Syreena seemed to only grow more irritated at his decision but accepted it none the less, her lips curling lightly as she spoke. "Your first task is to bring me the heads of the Alliance,one of each race. You have one month."A month? A single month to collect so many races' heads? This was a daunting task for anyone,but of course Kiryx and her huge mouth had to make it far worse by boasting it would take her less than a week.
There she sat atop the Inn of Darkshire, a town in the Eastern Kingdoms belonging to the Allaince, and awaited her first victim. She had chosen to dispatch a Human first as they were perhaps the most difficult in their distrusting nature. She had waited until nightfall, not that she needed to mind you as this area was often dark even at high noon, and sure enough a lone drunkard came into view and headed out of town towards home. Her breathing began to deepen and her heart raced as she crept up behind the unsuspecting man. She lived for these moments, the thrill of the hunt and the fear in her prey as she caught them unaware. The long dirks at her side were in her hands n a mere moment, and a breath later she stood over the Human as he struggled for his last. Kiryx watched him dying, part of her wanting to end it quickly and be done with this meaningless task but the darker, more sadistic side of her wanted to savor the look in his eyes as he left this world. This part of the task was done and she dropped his head into a brown sack, that same look still on his face as she tied it shut.
Next she was off to the north to find her next two victims, a Gnome and a Dwarf. Luck would have it as she rode that she would come acrossed a lone adventurer, a Draenei. She would be easy pickings for the assassin and so she dismounted and tied off her wolf to a nearby tree. Purple skin was covered in chain mail from chest to tail and her legs covered in plated armor. She would have to strike the Dranei Warrior quick, if the other woman found footing and unslung her shield it would be a rough fight and one Kiryx was not interested in partaking. Scaling a tree she waited as the larger form approached slowly, hooves clicking along the path. Kiryx drew her blades and dove for the back of the purple beast, her aim was true and a single dirk sunk into the back of its' neck, felling it in one blow. Grinning to herself she removed the helm as it spasmed and life drained from the warrior's face. Soon a purple head joined the pink one in the brown sack, two down and only four to go, well five if you count the fat fur balls.
Dun Morogh, a frozen wasteland of tundra, brutal winds and tall mountains. She had decided to try her hand at Kharanos, home to the Thunderbrew Distillery. A good assassin knows her prey and dwarves are famous drunkards, so she wagered she could find a dwarf or two that had a few too many and staggered into the snow to cool their heads. Sure enough not more than an hour or two after she took perch acrossed from the distillery did a red bearded dwarf come stumbling out of the dim lit area and into her clutches. Kiryx leapt down to street level and closed distance behind the pudgy drunk. She was mere seconds from leaping on the man when she heard yelling behind her, a quick look showed a single gnome bolting towards her and her prey. she had to act fast, it was now or never and she chose now. She jumped atop the dwarf, literally standing on his shoulder as she raining dagger filled hands upon him in a bloody and violent attack. Only too late did she realize that the approaching Gnome had not seen her, but was attempting to return the dwarf's hat to him. The little female Gnome stopped and starred in wide-eyed horror as her friend was ravaged in front of her own eyes, his blood spraying over the white powdered road. Kiryx looked to the Gnome her face covered in dwarf blood, that not covered in mask. The world slowed to nearly a stop as she charged the smaller target, still stunned by the display she had just witnessed. Only too late did the girl realize that she was Kiryx's new target and as she turned to run she too fell to the crimson stained blades of an elven rogue.
Finally her favorite prey, a Kal'dorei or Night Elf if you will. Kriyx had taken a Zepplin to Orgrimmar and then rode to the North east toward Ashenvale, she knew well he ancestors homeland and she intended to match them on their own turf. Onward her wolf galloped at full speed but still she pressed at his sides with her thighs trying to edge out just a few more feet per stride. She past the war torn Barrens and moved out of the hot sun to the cool forest floors of Ashenvale. At the border she left her trusted mount and friend, he would be too easy to spot and smell amongst the flowery home of her distant cousins. She stalked the trees, leaping from one to the next,always withing sight of the path. Weaving deeper and deeper into the forest the path led and soon she neared Astranaar. Here she would find scouts and here is where she would find a light haired victim for the brown sack. Soon enough she found her mark, a young Sentinel that had foolishly strayed away from her post. The Kal'dorei's silver hair shone in the dark forest like a lamp and silently Kiryx envied the young woman's beauty and grace as she watched from above, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Long blue ears pricked at the distant sound of something and for the briefest moment Kiryx was sure she had been made but just as she made ready for a duel to the death she saw the noise maker. A large green mass moved through the floor cracking limbs and leaves as it walked, clumsily she might add. The male Orc growled and grunted softly to himself even unto the moment the first arrow struck his side. The Silver haired sentinel had another arrow notched and in the air before the brute realized he was in her sights, Kiryx watched a few breaths as the lumbering oaf charged and roared at the smaller Blue skinned female. Smiling to herself Kiryx dropped from her perch and moved into position behind the would-be huntress of night. The third arrow tore into the thigh of the Barbarous Orc just as the pale Elf pulled her blades and readied for her own attack. Proudly the Kal'dorei stood above the warrior, whom by the fourth arrow had collapsed on the ground gasping for air, and just as she opened her mouth to taunt the felled Horde twin blades appeared through her chest and instead she screamed out her last and fell to the earth beneath her. Kriyx wasted no time in removing her head and placing it inside her trophy sack, looking to the Orc she narrowed her eyes. "No Witnesses, sorry just business." Her words came out cold and almost sinister as her Elven covered daggers sunk into his head and secured the silence she needed for her task. Only two left now and without another thought she was back on the hunt.
The Padaren and Worgen were easy enough to obtain, furry mongrels always moving in packs. A simple snare trap and a few distractions and two more heads were added to the brown sack.The trophies were finally all assembled now and all that was left was to hire the right scum and have them delivered to the "Shadowblade". Kiryx hired a young Orc orphan, she had a fondness for the war torn and often hired them for her safer jobs to help ease their suffering with her coin of gifts, and the green girl dropped the brown sack at Syreena's feet rather unceremoniously and skipped out to collect her prize from the unknown woman. Kiryx would show sometime later in the same fine dress as the night Syreena met her, smiling ear to ear.
The evening had passed about as Kiryx had expected when she entered the arenas in one of her finer dresses. Ever the gambler she banked on the curiosity of the leadership of Grim to allow her entrance, even if she did not fit the typical build for their ranks. As she entered another Elf was leaving, one Illithiriel Que'tinasi also known as Saelyth. The woman smelled of hay,sweat and various beasts. Kiryx knew right away she must be a scout with and inclination toward animal domestication, what some of the more uncivilized called "hunter". Silently she made a note to speak with this woman again, something about her and the way she moved remind Kiryx of a younger version of herself, though she'd never admit that to anyone. Surveying the room she spotted a few Forsaken, a male, two females and then another creature as well. The final creature was some sinister joke of mixed breeding gone horribly wrong. She finally decided the thing must be female as she observed it conversing and took a closer look. Pale pink skin,golden hair and bright blue eyes marked it as Sin'dorei but that was possibly where it had become something else entirely. The muscles along it's body rippled with power and it's face was sunken except the jaw which jutted forward and was adorned with small tusks marking it's Orcish nature. The Orc-Elf spoke with guttural,broken speech of an unlearned Orc but with a wit of an Elf behind those blue eyes. Rennal, as she soon found this creature was named, would definetly be useful in her time here amongst the Grim. She paid little attention to the Forsaken scattered about the room and focused on the one at the back table, the obvious leader amongst these gathered.
She took a seat directly in front of the female, fully knowing how brazen she appeared to the room by walking directly for their leader without a word. Smiling sweetly Kiryx introduced herself to the Forsaken woman, whom she suspected was the "Shadowblade". The conversation become a blurr of posturing and jabs at each other's expense with the male forsaken moving in behind Kiryx,making her more uncomfortable than she already was at being surrounded by unknowns without her armor. The male was later referred to as Atticus and if his stench alone was not bad enough his constant gloating and simple minded manner were enough to drive Kiryx crazy. As the conversation amongst the group carried on she moved her one hand absent mindedly toward her thigh where several daggers were strapped, not that she expected a brawl but who knew these days. The moment finally came when she must be accepted or tossed aside and in a moment of surprise for Kiryx the "Shadowblade" Syreena turned to the, silent till this very moment, mountain of a Tauren behind her. Kiryx supposed he was not particularly large for his kind but amongst so many of the smaller races he appeared a wall of strength in his silence. When he spoke it was short and with great power in his words,Kiryx was to be admitted. Syreena seemed to only grow more irritated at his decision but accepted it none the less, her lips curling lightly as she spoke. "Your first task is to bring me the heads of the Alliance,one of each race. You have one month."A month? A single month to collect so many races' heads? This was a daunting task for anyone,but of course Kiryx and her huge mouth had to make it far worse by boasting it would take her less than a week.
There she sat atop the Inn of Darkshire, a town in the Eastern Kingdoms belonging to the Allaince, and awaited her first victim. She had chosen to dispatch a Human first as they were perhaps the most difficult in their distrusting nature. She had waited until nightfall, not that she needed to mind you as this area was often dark even at high noon, and sure enough a lone drunkard came into view and headed out of town towards home. Her breathing began to deepen and her heart raced as she crept up behind the unsuspecting man. She lived for these moments, the thrill of the hunt and the fear in her prey as she caught them unaware. The long dirks at her side were in her hands n a mere moment, and a breath later she stood over the Human as he struggled for his last. Kiryx watched him dying, part of her wanting to end it quickly and be done with this meaningless task but the darker, more sadistic side of her wanted to savor the look in his eyes as he left this world. This part of the task was done and she dropped his head into a brown sack, that same look still on his face as she tied it shut.
Next she was off to the north to find her next two victims, a Gnome and a Dwarf. Luck would have it as she rode that she would come acrossed a lone adventurer, a Draenei. She would be easy pickings for the assassin and so she dismounted and tied off her wolf to a nearby tree. Purple skin was covered in chain mail from chest to tail and her legs covered in plated armor. She would have to strike the Dranei Warrior quick, if the other woman found footing and unslung her shield it would be a rough fight and one Kiryx was not interested in partaking. Scaling a tree she waited as the larger form approached slowly, hooves clicking along the path. Kiryx drew her blades and dove for the back of the purple beast, her aim was true and a single dirk sunk into the back of its' neck, felling it in one blow. Grinning to herself she removed the helm as it spasmed and life drained from the warrior's face. Soon a purple head joined the pink one in the brown sack, two down and only four to go, well five if you count the fat fur balls.
Dun Morogh, a frozen wasteland of tundra, brutal winds and tall mountains. She had decided to try her hand at Kharanos, home to the Thunderbrew Distillery. A good assassin knows her prey and dwarves are famous drunkards, so she wagered she could find a dwarf or two that had a few too many and staggered into the snow to cool their heads. Sure enough not more than an hour or two after she took perch acrossed from the distillery did a red bearded dwarf come stumbling out of the dim lit area and into her clutches. Kiryx leapt down to street level and closed distance behind the pudgy drunk. She was mere seconds from leaping on the man when she heard yelling behind her, a quick look showed a single gnome bolting towards her and her prey. she had to act fast, it was now or never and she chose now. She jumped atop the dwarf, literally standing on his shoulder as she raining dagger filled hands upon him in a bloody and violent attack. Only too late did she realize that the approaching Gnome had not seen her, but was attempting to return the dwarf's hat to him. The little female Gnome stopped and starred in wide-eyed horror as her friend was ravaged in front of her own eyes, his blood spraying over the white powdered road. Kiryx looked to the Gnome her face covered in dwarf blood, that not covered in mask. The world slowed to nearly a stop as she charged the smaller target, still stunned by the display she had just witnessed. Only too late did the girl realize that she was Kiryx's new target and as she turned to run she too fell to the crimson stained blades of an elven rogue.
Finally her favorite prey, a Kal'dorei or Night Elf if you will. Kriyx had taken a Zepplin to Orgrimmar and then rode to the North east toward Ashenvale, she knew well he ancestors homeland and she intended to match them on their own turf. Onward her wolf galloped at full speed but still she pressed at his sides with her thighs trying to edge out just a few more feet per stride. She past the war torn Barrens and moved out of the hot sun to the cool forest floors of Ashenvale. At the border she left her trusted mount and friend, he would be too easy to spot and smell amongst the flowery home of her distant cousins. She stalked the trees, leaping from one to the next,always withing sight of the path. Weaving deeper and deeper into the forest the path led and soon she neared Astranaar. Here she would find scouts and here is where she would find a light haired victim for the brown sack. Soon enough she found her mark, a young Sentinel that had foolishly strayed away from her post. The Kal'dorei's silver hair shone in the dark forest like a lamp and silently Kiryx envied the young woman's beauty and grace as she watched from above, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Long blue ears pricked at the distant sound of something and for the briefest moment Kiryx was sure she had been made but just as she made ready for a duel to the death she saw the noise maker. A large green mass moved through the floor cracking limbs and leaves as it walked, clumsily she might add. The male Orc growled and grunted softly to himself even unto the moment the first arrow struck his side. The Silver haired sentinel had another arrow notched and in the air before the brute realized he was in her sights, Kiryx watched a few breaths as the lumbering oaf charged and roared at the smaller Blue skinned female. Smiling to herself Kiryx dropped from her perch and moved into position behind the would-be huntress of night. The third arrow tore into the thigh of the Barbarous Orc just as the pale Elf pulled her blades and readied for her own attack. Proudly the Kal'dorei stood above the warrior, whom by the fourth arrow had collapsed on the ground gasping for air, and just as she opened her mouth to taunt the felled Horde twin blades appeared through her chest and instead she screamed out her last and fell to the earth beneath her. Kriyx wasted no time in removing her head and placing it inside her trophy sack, looking to the Orc she narrowed her eyes. "No Witnesses, sorry just business." Her words came out cold and almost sinister as her Elven covered daggers sunk into his head and secured the silence she needed for her task. Only two left now and without another thought she was back on the hunt.
The Padaren and Worgen were easy enough to obtain, furry mongrels always moving in packs. A simple snare trap and a few distractions and two more heads were added to the brown sack.The trophies were finally all assembled now and all that was left was to hire the right scum and have them delivered to the "Shadowblade". Kiryx hired a young Orc orphan, she had a fondness for the war torn and often hired them for her safer jobs to help ease their suffering with her coin of gifts, and the green girl dropped the brown sack at Syreena's feet rather unceremoniously and skipped out to collect her prize from the unknown woman. Kiryx would show sometime later in the same fine dress as the night Syreena met her, smiling ear to ear.