*The red armored death knight found himself hunched over a small wooden table, a quill locked in his plate grip as he growls at the stationary before him, the scene around him is carnage as clearly the house he was sitting in -used- to be occupied by a happy human farmer...who was now sitting in three convenient travel sized pieces upon the floor*
Dear Grim Members...
*The orc started to write out before balling up the paper and tossing it over his shoulder, a mist of frost expelled from beneath the shadow of his finned helmet*
To whom it may concern...
*The savage death knight tried again, only to scowl at the paper and shatter it and the table with a frozen blast of magic, eliciting a scream from the farmer's wife who had just arrived home to see her husband -disarmed- among other things*
"Perfect..." *The orc mutters with a sadistic grin, forcing the woman to write a well-scripted letter -for- him, of course the death knight didn't care what the stationary said, for the farmer was the -actual- message and gift for his prospective new home. Mentioning his name to the woman and sending one of his ghouls to -guide- her to the Grim's location, the pale and frostbitten knight lounged upon the blood soaked bear rug of the farmer's house, pondering what the next day would bring.*
A terrified human peasant arrives...
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