As Brishen lays in the chapel basement, eating worms out of the lifeless corpse next to him he thinks to himself "trial of sacrifice... What to give, what to give? I've already sacrificed the secret of my home and resting ground here in Stormwind. I could perhaps, offer the air I breath, or the color from my vision..! No, that won't work. They're not all breathers."
As he lays there thinking, he's suddenly distracted by the sound of someone walking down the stairs. "Just act natural" he says to himself, as he continues to lay there stiff as a board. With his motionless eyes open, he watches a human priest dragging a young boy, more dead than he, into the basement with the other corpses. The sweaty priest dusts himself off, wipes the sweat from his brow, and turns around to ascend the stairs.
Brishen quickly finds himself behind the priest. With one hand over his mouth, and the other slowly sliding a dagger threw the skin and muscle of the priests neck. He whispers into his ear "Don't leave... Join us. As you can see, this is an excellent resting place". He then carries the priest, gasping for air like a fish out of water, to the same pile of corpses he put the boy in, looking him deep in the eye. "Should you be my sacrifice to The Grim..? No. I can't offer them a random pleasure kill. You are simply one more step to satisfying the mandate."
"Time to get serious... Lets think. What is something I would never hand over to anyone... Something personal, something of significance in my past that has no room in my new life with The Grim." Suddenly every muscle in his body uncontrollably lost its strength, and he knew what he was wiling to offer.
Not having much money, or things of extravagance, he knows it must be something to show his old life is behind him. Brishen travels back to the Undercity bank, where he keeps all his most prized and personal belongings. He sits in front of his lockbox contemplating if he's wiling to pull out the contents, and give it away. Finally with a deep sigh, he opens his box and pulls out the uniform of his darkest memories. The twilight trappings. "This uniform signifies the secret of my past. It's something I never expected to let go... It must do. I don't know what more personal of an offering I could give." He holds the trappings a moment longer before placing them neatly back into his box, and locking it shut.
Brishen finds himself standing outside the inquisitors office for quite some time, hiding in the shadows, holding his offering. "What if this is not what they're looking for at all? You'll look like an idiot! Your darkest history will be known, you will be with out your uniform, and they might even kill me if they take it wrong.." He argues with himself. Taking a deep breath, he carves his name into the box with his dagger, along with the word "sacrifice", before putting the box in front of the door and vanishing after three speedy knocks.
An old lockbox labeled "Brishen... Sacrifice".
Re: An old lockbox labeled "Brishen... Sacrifice".
Brishen was made to wait for a good long while, before a reply eventually came to him.
"Supplicant,
Your offering of the tabard as your sacrifice has been received. I have yet to decide if this is at all acceptable. It is a start, although a meager one. You still have much to prove. Focus for now on your Trial of Resolve, and I will give thought on which additional tasks I will require from you.
-High Inquisitor Aureliya Raindawn"
"Supplicant,
Your offering of the tabard as your sacrifice has been received. I have yet to decide if this is at all acceptable. It is a start, although a meager one. You still have much to prove. Focus for now on your Trial of Resolve, and I will give thought on which additional tasks I will require from you.
-High Inquisitor Aureliya Raindawn"