A coupled letter and scroll arrives in the mail. Being obviously the most interesting due to the bloodstained portions, you look to the scroll.
"To whom it may concern,
I am Doctor Tou Raito, a Pandaren national mender. You may not know me, but please hear my plea. The young man you have witnessed is not truly right in the head. However, I see hope in the youth. Perhaps your advanced healing powers here amongst the Horde can rid him of the curses that cling to his body. A venture I have surely failed if you read this letter...
His name is Megas Manngear, a goblin national. I found him washed up on my shores long ago. Seeing his plight and cursed form, I looked to the best of my ability for those who could cure him. I tried many brews, charms, and spells, but to no avail. I believe it is his entire form that has fallen to this curse, something his body would have to work through alone. That is where i made my greatest mistake. I had him taken amongst the Shado Pan and trained. His prowess got him far, but his madness continued to take hold of his actions.
When the mists lifted, we were rightfully banished. I have told him never to read this scroll, but to give it to a clan or group he wishes to join. He will speak frankly, he will show his wit and talent, however, his mind is plagued with accursed memories that to him do not belong. Strange green flames manage to even fleck from his feet in times he has his.... fits... These traits will most definitely show. And for the trouble he causes in the presence of the Alliance population I apologize. I failed to cure him.. But maybe you can. Without sanity he will willingly become a shadowed hand of death and panic.. I should have known training him in combat and assassination was a horrible idea..
I'm sorry.... "
That is where the scroll ends. The letter, much less interesting, luckily contains a brief wording.
"To my rescuers,
I first gotta tell ya. Thanks. I'd have been target practice with those Gob Squad fellas by now hadn't you come along. I've been wandering around the parts of Azeroth and come across a plague wearing blue and gold. I can only do so much to rid us of the problem, but these machines just keep coming back for more! I write to you in hopes of taking lessons in dealing with these sprockets, as my training wasn't necessarily completed. I'll serve whatever means allow me to dunk my trusty rusty blades into them backs of theirs.
In service of The Horde,
Kyoukimaru."
The letter has a distinct scent of faint fel energy. Soon after reading the letter, fel flames spark up and consume it and the scroll! amidst the ashes lay a return address written on the side of a tiny vial filled with blood. By the scent of it, human.
A letter and a bloodstained scroll
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Re: A letter and a bloodstained scroll
Khorvis brushed the embers from Miss Syreena's old desk. They lazily floated to the cold stone floor before winking out. He was accustomed to such flamboyant postage, as they were common in the Inquisition's line of work. Perhaps moreso than for any other destination in the Horde, the goblin couriers feared the parcels that were to be delivered into the office of the High Inquisitor.
The orc took pen and ink - incarnadine, his custom - and began to scribble his responses. They were the same blocky Orcish characters that marked the hand of a late learner, but the words in turn held the wisdom of those same years. Two missives were sent out from the Grim Halls, one to Pandaria and another to Azeroth.
The orc took pen and ink - incarnadine, his custom - and began to scribble his responses. They were the same blocky Orcish characters that marked the hand of a late learner, but the words in turn held the wisdom of those same years. Two missives were sent out from the Grim Halls, one to Pandaria and another to Azeroth.
The second letter reads as such:Khorvis Bloodstar wrote:Doctor Tou Raito,
Your words are the wind, and your apologies are brittle shields. The Grim have weathered and shattered far worse than your puny mind could hold in that furred skull. The only useful morsel of action you did take was to send this creature to our banner. The forge of the Mandate will make of this "Megas Manngear" either a Shadowblade to feast on the blackest of Alliance blood, or scrap metal to be dumped into the Zangar sea.
If it is the latter, do expect his broken body to be shipped to your hovel. Shadowblades of the Grim are unseen - you will do well to forget his name.
Khorvis Bloodstar
High Inquisitor of The Grim
Khorvis Bloodstar wrote:Kyoukimaru,
The greatest service to the Horde is Peace. If you have discovered the means to contact The Grim, then you do know the only path to this peace is through the complete annihilation of the Alliance. If you do find joy in this act, then room will be made in our Hall for your blades. Seek out the Inquisition in Warsong Hold, when the goblin clock does strike 8:30, the evening of this approaching Monday. Betray this information at your own peril.
Khorvis Bloodstar
High Inquisitor of The Grim
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Re: A letter and a bloodstained scroll
Multiple days later, a Goblin courier wanders into the office holding a large bag.
Though they were used to sights one would deem gruesome, this little imp of a courier wore an unnerved expression. He'd delivered his letter, but not in the way it could be read. The letter was placed, still sealed, atop the desk weighed down by a pandaren skull. A large broken chip of what appeared to be a meat cleaver left perfectly in the back of the skull and multiple scratches in the bone were noted. It looked as if someone covered a rabid hozen in razor blades and sprayed the Furball with "Odeur de banana". The entire piece skeletonized and halfway burnt. The jaw of the skull was still attached, but not whole, a clean cut run through it sideways, obviously where the head was released from the neck.
"Um...sir... I apologize for the ....failure, but... well.. That doc.. Looks like this is all that's left of um. Not a soul in his little town thingy really knew the guy at all, and his place LOOKED all right on the outside.. but well. The inside was all burnt up, stank right of fel magic if ya ask me, but there wasn't a freakin scrap besides the skeleton. Dis skull was all I could grab as proof.... Um... But GOOD NEWS! No charge since it wasn't technically delivered as contracted.... So... um... Permission to run away now? I got this chill down my spine from holding that thing for some reason..." The goblin babbled looking at the skull and backing off a bit.
Though they were used to sights one would deem gruesome, this little imp of a courier wore an unnerved expression. He'd delivered his letter, but not in the way it could be read. The letter was placed, still sealed, atop the desk weighed down by a pandaren skull. A large broken chip of what appeared to be a meat cleaver left perfectly in the back of the skull and multiple scratches in the bone were noted. It looked as if someone covered a rabid hozen in razor blades and sprayed the Furball with "Odeur de banana". The entire piece skeletonized and halfway burnt. The jaw of the skull was still attached, but not whole, a clean cut run through it sideways, obviously where the head was released from the neck.
"Um...sir... I apologize for the ....failure, but... well.. That doc.. Looks like this is all that's left of um. Not a soul in his little town thingy really knew the guy at all, and his place LOOKED all right on the outside.. but well. The inside was all burnt up, stank right of fel magic if ya ask me, but there wasn't a freakin scrap besides the skeleton. Dis skull was all I could grab as proof.... Um... But GOOD NEWS! No charge since it wasn't technically delivered as contracted.... So... um... Permission to run away now? I got this chill down my spine from holding that thing for some reason..." The goblin babbled looking at the skull and backing off a bit.