A letter delivered by a courier

[Feorn]

Feorn found his way to Orgrimmar. It was a different Orgrimmar.

“Damned orcs, can't even keep their leadership stable for a whole week?”, he mumbled to himself as he walked through the city. “Why can't they just get along with themselves? There are more important people to kill, damnit.”

“Those self righteous purple elves for example!”, he yelled at a passing orc, who glared at him. “Or those thrice cursed wolf people. Why doesn't someone pay me to fight them for once?” He continued to make his way through the city, eventually getting situated at the bar of the Broken Tusk

“You know what the worst part about the Horde is?”, He asked to no one in particular. No one answered. “There are no light-damned chairs anywhere. Dwarves may smell like something that came out of an Elekk's ass, but they put chairs in their inns.”

“I can't believe I'm doing this.” Feorn mumbled as he reluctantly pulled out a parchment, inkpot and quill from his satchel. “My first good lead on a semi-competent weapon swinger and he up and joins the Grim. Of all the groups to join...”, he started scratching away at the paper.

To Whom It May Concern,

I, Feorn Starcaller, hereby tender my application to join the ranks of the Grim. I am prepared to offer my services as field medic, assassin, thug, ruffian, trooper, or general purpose killer. I am skilled and experienced in the fields of: logistics disruption and espionage, assassination, extortion, arson, tactical asset acquisitions, large scale infantry warfare, and small squad combat.

My specific skills include: Keeping combatants on their feet until their opponents aren't.

Though my past affiliations and allegiances may give an organization like yours pause, be assured that I am committed to the Horde and hold no ties to the Alliance. I am prepared to swear whatever oaths you require. My joining your organization is contingent upon receiving assurances of: room and board, a fair share of plunder from any combat operations, and not being stabbed in the back by a fellow member.

Sincerely,
Feorn Starcaller

“This is likely to get me killed, but beggars and choosers and all that, eh?”, he mumbled as he packed away his writing implements. “I better not deliver this myself, just in case...” He left a handful of silver and copper on the bar and walked off to find a courier.

[Syreenna]

Syreena read over the note a second time, still grinning at the request for assurance not to be stabbed in the back by a fellow member. She wondered at his mention of past loyalties, but she didn't recognize his name.

She penned a note in reply and sent it off with a goblin messenger, along with a copy of her office hours flyer.

Feorn,

You can meet with me on Thursday evening at 8:00 in the Wyvern's Tail.

Between now and then, I'd like to know more of your past. What are these past affiliations you speak of? Tell me a bit about yourself and what you do.

Peace through annihilation.

Syreena Shadowblade
High Inquisitor of The Grim

Walk among us.

[Feorn]

Feorn played with the corner of the note delivered by the messenger. “Well... I've either done something very wrong, or very right.” Feorn mused. “It hasn't been that long has it? Seven years...Still, it can't hurt to tell them at this point. Anyone half-awake with a title like High Inquisitor could find out without much effort anyway, I suppose...” He trailed off.

“Didn't take that nosey mage more than a week to figure out the whole story anyway.”, he recollected with a smile. “Certainly takes me back. Flowing coin, reliable compatriots, real enemies to fight.”, he stopped writing for a moment, shrugging. “Hm, you never know, those days could return.”

High Inquisitor,

I'll spare you the melodramatic sordid past typical of elves and lay it out as plainly as I can. Since the third war, I've traded my services for coin. I am, or was, a mercenary. The vast majority of that time was spent with a company named the Blades of Lordaeron. The first several years I was with the company were spent mostly on the payroll of the Alliance. Important groups such as the Stormwind House of Nobles and Explorer's Guild would contract us on occasion. And smaller groups like, Ironforge Regiment, Rooks, The Hidden Palm and, The Dusk Watch would engage us with work. Some of this ran directly counter to your group's goals, some of it put us in conflict with other groups like Infection or The Crimson Watch.

Eventually a job went sideways and Celethorn(Our fearless leader.) was killed. He got better. Stormwind's new management didn't take kindly to us after that incident. Shortly before the Wrathgate incident we found that the Alliance was no longer honouring its debts. We turned coat and started fighting for the winning side. Well, the paying side. The company fell apart after the Northrend campaign and I've mostly been drifting from job to job ever since.

Sincerely,
Feorn Starcaller

“Hm. I think that about covers it. Might be a little wordy.” He folded the paper and set out to find that messenger.