Nythendra was once a member of the Green Dragonflight charged with guarding the world tree, Shaladrassil. When Xavius’ corruption of the Nightmare consumed Shala’drassil the sleeping guardian also fell to his corruption. Nythendra is now nothing more than a skeletal version of herself, swarming in pestilence, ready to devour anyone or anything foolish enough to enter her lair.
While Nythendra is no longer guarding Shaldrassil, she know is the gatekeeper to reaching deeper into the Emerald Nightmare. Her mastery over disease and rot are now as strong as her command over the natural world and the uncorrupted dream. The Grim’s healers are strong, and they were able to keep our forces purged of filth and rot. In the end, the final death awaited this once proud creature.
The Grim control the Clutch of Corruption and the Core of Nightmare.
It seems we will once again have to deal with Malfurion Stormrage, as the Arch Druid deems himself worthy to be among The Grim in this venture. Stormrage has tasked The Grim with cleansing the Emerald Nightmare by slaying Xavius in order to save Azeroth, but first we must enter the Nightmare portals which seal off access to the deeper depths. He seems to think that because we saved him from the Shade of Xavius, that we are his allies… we will use him as necessary.
On the 16th of September, the Grim assembled in Orgrimmar on top of the southern gate. One by one each member entered and settled in accordingly. Once the Commander, Awatu saw fit, he began the ceremony. The following dialogue was recorded verbatim by the Keeper of Lore, Bishoph Steele:
Daxxum salutes Awatu with respect.
Aderlee bobs his head, “Ah know but it always be a good way to see ju face, Leyujin.”
Leyujin grins tuskily.
Khorvis lands deftly on his feet, the unsheathes his cane to hobble beside the Commander.
Leyujin looks amicably at his old protege, and nods once.
Jorlkal eyes Lupinum up and down.
Valindria moves over to make a space for Lupinum.
Baalthemar nods at Lupinum.
Awatu: Many letters find their way to the High Inquisitor’s door, correct?
Lupinum flops down grumpily near the Insane.
Awatu glances at Khorvis.
Ruuki nods at Awatu’s words.
Jorlkal fidgits nervously now that Valindria has returned the nearness.
Khorvis gives Awatu a look that could sour a pickle enough to tear a rift in a Voidlord’s heart.
Awatu grins ever so slightly.
Leyujin exchanges a quick, fleeting smile with Swifthoof.
Lupinum looks over the collected Grim slowly.
Awatu: Tell us, then, how you plan on addressing this.
Khorvis growls and moves forward. His cane clicks against the iron of Orgrimmar’s Wall and sends reverberations along its length.
[Khorvis]: We Grim do be a clutch of laws. A bastion of order in a world of chaos!
Awatu watches Khorvis, though the cane keeps his attention at times.
[Khorvis]: Without our guiding will and blades, I do think Azeroth would have sunk beneath the waves of the Void long ago.
Lupinum offers a tip of his fask to that.
Leyujin lets his gaze languidly rest on the High Inquisitor, his forehead nodding appreciably at times.
Kiannis nods quietly as he listens to Khorvis’ words.
Marrgot, in true marrgot fasion, starts to write the words down.
[Khorvis]: But there do be occasion to break rank and seize the initiative. Who among us has not seen the weakness in our foe and hamstrung their prey before sinking in their tusks?! In the cold light of battle’s morrow, valor wins acres for the Horde.
Ruuki’s brow furrows as she tries to follow Khorvis’s words.
Khorvis turns and clicks back to the Commander’s front.
[Khorvis]: We would reward those who ride the tides of battle.
Awatu looks at Khorvis.
[Khorvis]: Kiannis Ash’Therod, step forward.
Kiannis blinks. He does not hesitate, but it takes a moment for him to register that it was indeed his name called. He steps up quick and quiet, standing at what would be considered attention.
Awatu looks at Kiannis.
[Khorvis]: I do not like you.
Leyujin salutes Kiannis with respect.
Jorlkal grins wickedly.
[Khorvis]: You remind of me deserters, fleeing on the slopes of Blackrock Spire.
Ruuki shifts her helm from under one arm to the other, watching the proceedings with interest.
Leyujin: Da huntah ‘as shown ‘is worth, in spirit as well as deed. Git ovah it, joo ol’ codgah.
Kiannis matches Khorvis’ gaze with a steely one of his own. He does not speak.
[Khorvis]: I do suspect, in the BLOODY CORNER OF MY SPIRIT.
Khorvis glares at Leyujin.
Leyujin rolls on the floor laughing at Khorvis.
[Khorvis]: That I will find you impaled on Alliance lances. From behind.
Lupinum raises his eyebrow inquisitively at you.
Khorvis snorts at Kiannis.
[Kiannis]: I do endeavor to dissapoint you in that regard.
Skalla blinks at Khorvis, she doesnt know what to think of this
Lupinum cracks a smile at that.
Khorvis snarls, but witholds any further insult.
[Khorvis]: The tides shift, Ash’Therod. My likes and joys do not be coddled by the cold light of battle’s morrow. You have shown valor and dedication to the Inquisition like very few on whose wake you ride.
Kiannis-TwistingNether only nods once as Khorvis continues.
[Khorvis]: Moreso, you do seem to have a natural… snout, for seeking out what it do be the Mandate requires for victory.nWe break tradition this night and raise a Supplicant in the twilight of his Inquisition to the rank of Inquisitor.
Lupinum raises his eyebrow inquisitively at you.
[Khorvis]: Our war demands it. Peace requires it.
Baalthemar raises his eyebrow inquisitively.
Skalla is pleasantly shocked, then begins to applaud. Yeah for Kiannis!
Daxxum ‘s jaw drops a bit at the turn of events.
Kiannis would quirk a brow and a smirk- his smarmy way cut short by Khorvis’ words. He stares at the High Inquisitor for a short moment, before pounding a fist onto his chest and bowing his head slightly.
[Khorvis]: Who among you questions my right in this?!
Marrgot is genuinly suprised, but after a few seconds pulls out a journal and writes down this recent turn of events
Leyujin nods but once at Khorvis’s pronouncement.
[Aquizit]: You’re the boss (I think).
Khorvis growls, “For I will flay your bloody hides…”
Ruuki seems surprised, but then again not surprised at all. She remains silent, having no objection. They will need to put another desk in the Office of the Inquisition, though.
Skalla cocks her gun and looks around to see if anyone questions it
Kiannis looks around.
Daxxum remains quiet.
Baalthemar: What of his trials? I have been in the wilds for some time, did he complete them all?
Anaie: Cus dere out dere…. somewhere…. everywhere….
Darjiin shrugs at Ruuki. Who knows?
[Kiannis]: I have given much, but I am not a quartermaster, so I will not list litres of blood nor raw material. If it becomes nessescary, I will give my life. Furthermore- It is for the glory of The Grim. The Mandate. This Tournament is a chance to prove our strength to those who doubt us. To show them first-hand what we are capable of; on the field, and otherwise.
Lupinum looks at the floating prescence of Malebrignon.
Malebrignon nods at Lupinum.
Leyujin shrugs at Kiannis. Who knows?
Baalthemar: You will be in charge of supplicants, you are a skilled killer, but are you really willing to commit everything to the mandate? Without a worthy sacrifice, I doubt it.
Leyujin shakes his head to himself. “None too bad.”
Lupinum: Cha! Let his actions prove it, Baal’themar.
Baalthemar looks at Lupinum.
Baalthemar shrugs. Who knows?
[Kiannis]: I suppose I will endeavor to dissapoint you as well, Baal’themar.
Cayli looks around, then to Anaie, shrugging as she cannot uncover anything from the shadows.
Khorvis chuckles darkly at the display of bravado.
Khorvis makes a noise that could be mistaken for a strangled human child, in some decrepit circles.
Anaie nods at Lupinum.
Lupinum lets out a soft sigh.
Leyujin narrows his eyes, a flaring light bright as a thousand flaring suns suddenly lighting unnaturally in his eyes as he gazes at Lupinum.”
Jorlkal raises an eyebrow at Leyujin.
Lupinum: I fear our battles are far from over. Few of you have stepped forward to help me in our fight against the Pinkskins, and I will forge us into a elite fighting Fist.
Leyujin nods at Lupinum.
Lupinum: That being said, I have asked for a right hand to assist me in this endeavor.
Kiannis nods at Lupinum.
Lupinum: Or own Gnarrdog, who is absent on a mission handselected for him, is that hand.
Kiannis raises his eyebrow inquisitively.
Bishoph mumbles incoherent words to himself.
Leyujin guffaws. “E’s gud at battle, not at bureaucracy!”
Lupinum: Upon his return, we will bring forth the Red Tide of the Mandate to wash away any and all foes.
[Khorvis]: That garrolous wastrel of an ale besotten orc?
Lupinum shoots Leyu’jin a glance.
[Lupinum: Yes, the very same. His blade is swift and his arm is powerful.
[Khorvis]: The perfect choice.
Aderlee nudges Leyujin and jokes quietly, “It’s a liddle complex.”
Lupinum ‘s lips pull back into a sickening sneer. Gnarled yellow teeth glint in the dying light.
Leyujin raises one huge eyebrow and nudges Aderlee back. “‘ey, donna make da lil’ mon feel small, ya dig?”
[Bishoph]: If he could keep his festering gob shut, as good as he kills, he would excel beyond his own expectations.
Lupinum: That being said… I ask Leyu’jin for his blessing in our conquest.
Lupinum looks at Leyujin.
Leyujin salutes Lupinum with respect.
Lupinum bows before Leyujin.
Leyujin: Nevah hav ah found ‘un so beholden ta da Mandate. Dis ‘un’s bloodlust be troo. Lupinum, brotha, ah trust abov all da Loa dat joo will lead da Grim ta victory ovah da pinkskins. PEACE TROO ANNIHILATION, GRIM!
Malebrignon looks down the front of his robe and mutters: “Settle down, Steven. Feeding time nears.”
Awatu: This evening marks a special event for The Grim. It is the eve upon which the founders gathered, formed, and signed the official manuscript of their organization. The night the Mandate was put upon parchment and borne upon lips.
Lupinum makes a sign with his fingers.
[Khorvis]: We do be the glorious afterbirth!
Awatu blinks at Khorvis.
Malebrignon nods at Khorvis approvingly.
Lupinum makes some notes on a small map.
Awatu: …in any case, we are the legacy of the night, over a decade ago.
[Aquizit]: In Brill, I think, if I remember the history right.
Khorvis holds aloft his blade inscribed with runes decrying the doom of the Horde’s enemies.
Awatu: We stand, now, as the onslaught of those who would cut us down and claim this world for their own. But it is not their world.
Cayli leans into Ezra, putting her arm around his shoulder slowly, slipping a small bell over the tip of his horn, and returns her hand to his shoulder
Awatu nods at Aquizit.
Duranor grins wickedly at Aquizit.
Lupinum blinks at Anaie.
Anaie shrugs at Lupinum. Who knows?
Esrythalon swats at the book fluttering around him.
Awatu: This world is our world. The Horde’s world.
Lupinum nods solemnly.
[Khorvis]: A world for our own children and blood.
Awatu: And on this night, we shall bring swift retribution upon those that foolishly brought the Legion to our doorstep.
Esrythalon tilts his head in confusion; looks around a little bit and then shakes his head.
Lupinum: We ride for Lor’Danel! Meet there and we’ll cross together!
Once everyone was ready, the Grim mounted up and flew to Lor’Danel in Darkshore. Once they rendezvoused upon the Inn there, they flew across the Veiled Sea and to the island and homeland to the Night Elves, Teldrassil. The awaited the ferry at Rutteran Village, hoping to remain silent to the defenders of the Alliance. The ferry came as each Grim swiftly boarded as they sailed towards the Draenei capitol: Exodar.
Kiannis salutes Lupinum with respect.
[Cayli]: Eating too much?
[Esrythalon]: My ears are ringing.
[Cayli]: Your poor mount barely could get you here!
Cayli laughs at Esrythalon.
Leyujin salutes Awatu with respect.
Cayli snickers at Esrythalon’s comment “Ringing? What do you mean?”
[Esrythalon]: I’ve no idea.
Once arriving in Exodar, they exited the docks and entered the Vault of Lights. They quickly dispatched the guards as they rampaged towards The Ageless One, Prophet Velen.
Leyujin starts to charge.
Leyujin starts to charge.
[Rumbuggery]: Boss, ovah here mon!
The Grim engaged the Prophet of the Naaru for several minutes, while the Divine One sent his gaurds periodically to distract from himself, like the coward he truly is. With no other Alliance presence whatsoever, the Grim viciously murdered Velen as sacrifice to honor the Mandate.
Lupinum roars with bestial vigor at Prophet Velen. So fierce!
The Grim were victorious in their efforts to honor their ancestors before them! It was a glorious day in the eyes of every Grim present! A new Keeper of Lore was officially announced as well as a new Inquisitor! This Ceremony was a complete success. PEACE THROUGH ANNIHILATION!!!
The Emerald Dream was created by the titans as a blueprint for Azeroth itself – a verdant and perfect mirror that reflects the state of nature had it remained unspoiled by so-called civilization. For many years, the druids and keepers who are closest to nature have noticed signs of an unsettling presence stirring within the Dream. Spurred on by the Legion and Nightmare Lord Xavius, that creeping corruption has now burst forth, and will engulf all of Azeroth if it is not rooted out at its source.
With the coming of the Legion, many threats have reared their ugly head. The Grim must choose where to strike and when to strike. The first target has been determined, The Emerald Nightmare. The Shade of Xavius has been defeated, and Malfurion Stormrage freed, but Xavius himself still lives inside the Nightmare.
The Grim will make first contact immediately. The brave Grim that will be the first to enter the Nightmare are listed here, let their bravery and determination to save Azeroth be known to all:
We have gathered the following information about the Nightmare.
Clutch of Corruption: At the base of Shaladrassil, the withered husk of the once proud green dragon Nythendra remains guarding access to the Nightmare-corrupted Dream.
Core of the Nightmare: The Nightmare bleeds out into Azeroth, warping reality. Heroes will need to enter the Nightmare portals and cleanse the corruption sealing off access to the deeper depths.
Nightmare Un’goro Crater: A darkness grows in the middle of the jungles of this titan-shaped crater, the heart of corruption known as Il’gynoth beats from within a Nightmare-twisted world tree.
Nightmare Mulgore: Under the shadows of a broken mesa, the tormented soul of Elerethe Renferal lurks, spreading her webs of destruction as she finishes preparations to destroy those she feels betrayed her.
Emerald Dreamway: This once pristine glade has been completely consumed by the Nightmare thanks to the corrupting influence of Ysondre and the spirits of her companions, the Dragons of Nightmare. The way must be cleared if there is any hope of stopping the Nightmare’s spread into Azeroth.
Nightmare Moonglade: The most sacred place in the Dream warps and collapses under the veil of the Nightmare, further harmed by the active corrupting influence of the demi-god Cenarius.
Rift of Aln: An endless abyss. Half formed, infinite darkness. This is the true soul of the Nightmare. This is the ultimate fate of Azeroth should her heroes fail to stop the Nightmare Lord.
Emerald Dream: A pristine, untouched source of pure life. Can the veils of Nightmare be parted enough to find the path to this serene paradise?
Concerning de month o’ June, our guild meeting reconciled certain factors which had beckoned fo’ attention.
First and foremost, ah received my due reward fo’ de good deeds ah have done. To-day, ahm a Harbinger o’ de Grim: a tried and true veteran, a symbol o’ orthodoxy.
Secondly, our good friends wit’in de ranks o’ de Ironbreakers – de ones who assualted Hellfire Citadel – rest wit’in de walls. Having a year to do so, de siege has resulted in a cozy home fo’ dem, a new garrison if you will, so dat we may prosper on dis world. Every now and den, Iron Horde assassins commissioned to kill de Grim rear der ugly heads, but de Ironbreakes break dem. Anyway, it’s not clear how long dey plan to remain. Our vaults have sent dem plenty o’ supplies, which has caused them to reside wit’in de halls and polish the felsteel. De guy who told us, Rumbuggery, passed out in an alcoholic blur right in front o’ de Commander so it’s clear Draenor ain’t in a state o’ emergency anymore.
Thirdly, Lupinum showed up to speak on behalf o’ de Earthshakers. He goes and says dat nothing new has come up, except we continue wit’ our progress in decimating enemy ranks. A fair assessment, but ah think we must sharpen ourselves if we truly wish to fight de good fight.
Fourth, we were interrupted. What would have been a gathering o’ Supplicants promptly turned into a nightmare. De unman Inzema waltzed into de room, eyes wild and crazed. He was carrying a hefty lookin’ satchel, and taunted Commander Awatu Stonespire himself. Struck by shock, Awatu stared in awe as de dead man protested matters which hadn’t a thing to do wit’ de Commander in de first place. Inzema pulled out de head o’ Karthok, de Supplicant who has been tried fo’ murder, claimin’ dat he killed Shaelie. Needless to say, he threw a tantrum, whining and groaning ’bout how undead be simply merely humans twisted into dead men’s bodies. He was particularly upset wit’ de fact dat Shaelie had been accused o’ bein’ a human somehow. Now den, Khorvis cracked his knuckles and pulled de Supplicant’s head from Inzema, smashing it to bits. Inzema hates Khorvis, so he exerted nasty words against our hierarchy, claiming it be fo’ nothing.
He hadn’t done anything anyhow. Elven ranger Nanori got suspicious o’ de whole thing and inspected de head herself, demonstrating how no brain matter was in it. Somehow, Inzema plastered together a replica face made to look as Karthok. He lives. De leaders o’ de Grim saw de sight as foul play, dismissing it entirely and declaring Shaelie’s permittance to live in spite o’ her fleeing our caste in terror. As it was, de Grim had not kicked her out, rather, she exhaled fierce emotions and stormed out. Inzema had been misinformed on de matter; his point being annuled by such erroneous judgment.
The mission sounded simple – little did they recognize the vastness of the tasks assigned to them. Together they scoured the strongholds of Draenor, the conquered domains of Mar’gok, Blackhand, and Archimonde. They solved the cryptic messages and worked to accomplish what few others had done. For their deeds, they were rewarded.
The Ironbreakers upon their Infernal Direwolves
The Ironbreakers upon their Gorestrider Gronnlings
It is done. At long last, we believe Archimonde to be eliminated.
From the very body of Archimonde we rent a fragment of chaos – an object both horrific and alluring. We marveled over it, pondered its nature, its purpose… our purpose in dividing it from the Defiler.
It was Canai’s suggestion that we seek out Malfurion; and I, for one, never discount the words of a druid. Our three druids aided our journey to Moonglade – Canai, Darkhide and Swifthoof. I thank them for this, as I had yet to marvel over this serene valley. I hope the druids remain so welcoming, as I would like to visit Moonglade more often. Just as I learned to wield a shield, maybe I can learn from them.
I could sense that under the welcoming façade, they were in fact highly concerned about this nebulous chaos we brought with us. A slender female troll gasped and immediately motioned for us to follow her. She took us directly to Malfurion and presented us by name. I should be more accustomed to our infamy by now. The Archdruid led us to the water, silent as he regarded the chaos fragment we ushered with us. After many wordless minutes, he broke his silence.
Malfurion told us that the power within that fragment was one he had previously encountered within the Emerald Dream. I found it puzzling that a place of Dream would bear the brunt of such true evil, but the Archdruid was insistent. He had believed that they had sealed it away – but he gave no details on whom the “we” in question was. Now he is concerned that the Legion have their hands upon this power.
Too little, too late.
At that point Malfurion parted ways with us, saying that he needed to hurry to Val’sharah. I find myself wondering if this Val’sharah is as lovely a place as the Moonglade?
Before we could leave, Keeper Remulos flagged us down. He apologized for Malfurion’s abrupt departure and thanked us for bringing the fragment to them. His voice was heavy with concern as he spoke of the fragment being a portent of what is to come. He called us heroes; I corrected him by saying we were working under the banner of the Mandate. Some might view us as heroes, but we’re simply doing what we do best: Peace Through Annihilation.
After we departed back to Draenor, we received word that the druids had gifts awaiting us at the garrison. There we found a herd of Grove Warden, each tagged with the name of members of the Ironbreakers.
I have included an engineered rendering of us all. Rumbuggery may be tied to his saddle to sit upright.
On Friday, May 6th, The Grim gathered before Awatu Stonespire to discuss the accomplishments of the past month. “Once more, another season is upon us. The chill of winter is finally past us and life blooms in this season of growth,” Awatu told them. “We have seen a resurgence among our numbers. More Supplicants flock to our call, seeking the true end of our conflict. We welcome this new season. We grow stronger. We march ever onwards.”
Anaie spoke of the Ironbreakers progress within the Citadel. With the increase in numbers, between Supplicants and returning members, little stands between The Grim and victory. “Only the demon lord o’Hellfiah Citadel remains before us, guardin da Black Gate,” Anaie reported. Anyone interested in assisting the Ironbreakers within Hellfire Citadel should speak to Anaie or Alakhai.
There is also a need for extra provisions to supply the Ironbreakers efforts. “If you be ‘avin any extra materials dat can be of use in da fight, please be providin dem to da Guild vault. It’s been a long battle and supplies get stretched,” said Anaie. “Food an alchemical assistance are always of use.”
Khorvis was next to speak, telling of the recent advancements of the Inquisition. There have been quite a few supplicants recently, keeping the inquisitors busy. This month, the Mandate honors past ancestors. “This dark month of May, the Mandate travels to the different graves of past times. The Inquisition will come to know what Death means to our ranks and our ancestors.” He announced. “All Grim do be invited to spread the word with us.”
This month, Khorvis and his Inquisitors will be holding office hours in places such as Ghost Walker Post in Desolace, Galakrond’s Rest in Dragonblight and Brill Cemetary in Tirisfal Glades.
Leyu’jin brought news from the frontlines of the battlefields against the Alliance. “In da battlegrounds, we continue ta gain ground.” He announced, before turning his focus to the newer members. “Ah know der be not a few supplicants who hav’ joined our ranks, dat wish ta battle wit’ us. Currently, we hav aboot 8 regulah soldjahs who fight in our Battlegrounds war group. We also hav’ a rotatin’ pool o’ aboot 4-5 reserves. Luckily fo’ joo youngbloods, der al’ays be a nite where we short despite everyting, an’ dat’s where JOO git yo’ chance ta prove yo’ worth ta da Mandate! Check da guild halls, we got lotsa infohmation hidin’ out der, plus a place ta sign up yo’ interest.”
Leyu’jin also revealed that there will be a Fite Nite coming up, where those interested can join the fields of battle for a night of drunken bloodshed. Lupinum will be providing details and posting a date soon, so watch the guild hall for more.
In other news, there have been reports that several Alliance guilds were searching for a cure for Wreave. The Grim, led by Leyu’jin, attempted to thwart their efforts but were driven back in Darkshire. Perhaps on a related note, word has come that many in Rutilus Luna have fallen to demonic possession. They will be watched closely.. Aderlee and Gnitch have been instructed to investigate.
An aborted invasion by the Alliance brought a period of intense conflict to Tirisfal Glades and the Plaguelands. Several companies of Alliance hit Horde settlements and strongholds in order to drive the Forsaken from Lordaeron, led by the Honor Guard. Horde warriors responded quickly, including among their ranks Infection, Sanctuary, Borrowed Time, and of course the Grim.
A back and forth ensued for several days, with Alliance and Horde trading ground in equal measure. On Wednesday the 16th of March, The Grim led a counterstrike against Chillwind Camp, the base of operations of the Honor Guard. After dealing severe damage to the settlement, the Grim pulled back. An unsanctioned followup attack by the Elves of the North was conducted without the approval of the Grim and other Horde factions, and this apparently severely damaged the morale of the Alliance troops. They would withdraw from Lordaeron shortly after. Battle footage of the Grim’s strike on Chillwind was recorded by Shaelie Brightwing’s engineering gadgets, seen below.
Leyu’jin Zeysoga of the Grim held the Grand Melee, to herald the end of the Blooding and the coming of the Great Hunt. This contest of skill, ruthlessness, and adapting to the chaos of the battlefield occurred in the Gurubashi Arena in Stranglethorn Vale. Some twelve to fifteen Grim participated in the Melee. Victory in the Trial of Strength, where teams of two or three went up against each other in multiple rounds, went to the Fist led by Khorvis the Lasher, accompanied by Graysong and Gunragna, both supplicants to the Grim. The winners of Grand Finale, a contest of endurance where the last men and women standing gain recognition and glory, went to the Fist composed of Shaelie, Executioner of the Grim, Gnarrdog, and Lilliana Bloodshine.
The Earthshakers, the Grim’s main war group in carrying out the will of the Mandate, have seen continued success against hardened Alliance platoons on the frontlines. The members of the Earthshakers recently gained the title of Blood Guard, which while commemorating nothing more than the duty of the Grim, was well-earned. There has been some murmurings of the war group changing its name. The word in the air has it that it’s something to do about rats.
The Scalp Hunt reached it’s conclusion on March 9th, with over 16,000 scalps being collected during the two week event. Gnarrdog declared the winner of the hunt to be Shaelie Brightwing, who now holds the title of Executioner.
Commander Awatu Stonespire speaks with Naring of Rutilus Luna at the guild meeting Friday night.
The monthly Grim meeting took place Friday evening in Thunder Bluff. The big announcement of the evening was that The Grim has agreed to enter into an alliance with Rutilus Luna and the Thunderhoof Clan.
“This gathering is a special one, as we mark an accord with the ones Rutilus Luna in the great conquest and expansion of Horde territories,” Commander Awatu Stonespire announced to the gathered group of Grim and friends. “We also welcome our Thunderhoof brothers and sisters in our fight against the Alliance.”
Theira, the Matron of Rutilus Luna, oversaw as Naring spoke as their representative.
“Rutilus are honored to be able to be here and speak to night. Dis is someting mi and da Matron have been working towards for some time now,” Naring informed the group. “Da Rutilus are the Specials Forces within da Horde, we handle any assignment handed to us by Horde command that be above your average grunts’ pay grade. As jah all here know da Grim be like the Horde’s Sword being able to slice in deep to our enemies. Da Rutilus be like the eyes and ears and mouth of the Horde, we able to gather intelligence and send to jah all on da battle field as well as reinforce jah der as well. We be a multifaceted group capable of being when and where da Horde need us. Dat all being said I tink it comes as no surprise to any of jah dat right now we’ve hit a clam in dis fight, we grow tired and restless among ourselves and among other that carry the Horde banner. We all know there is a storm coming and not one which any single one guild and muster could stand on its own. Da Rutilus are here to unite guilds before this storms hits us, only though unity can we hope to defeat dis evil dat is coming.”
Umathyor, the leader of the Thunderhoof Clan, was delayed and could not attend the meeting, but he spoke with Commander Stonespire later. In front of those gathered, Mootonka spoke with the voice of the Thunderhoof Clan.
“Well met friends,” Mootonka said to those at the meeting. “The Thunderhoof Clan are a peaceful clan but can turn vicious against our foe. We defend Thunder Bluff and honor the Earth Mother. The Tauren of our clan are varied and wide spread. We pride ourselves on our honor and loyalty.”
After the introductions, Khorvis Bloodstar, the High Inquisitor of The Grim, presented a medallion. It was engraved with the towering mesa of Thunder Bluff. Atop the design was a bonfire aflame with the shape of the Horde symbol.
“This badge serve as a reminder to us all of this honorable commitment to the Horde,” Khorvis said as he handed out the medallions to everyone in attendance. “We all will wear this badge as a sign that we do be committed to defending our brothers and sisters of the Tauren tribes, both on our home plains and abroad!”
Awatu gave his final words on the subject: “We fight together. The Horde does not survive through division, but through the unity and strength of its people. We welcome this accord with Rutilus Luna and the Thunderhoof Clan and forge ahead. Against whatever forces may threaten the Horde.”
THE FIGHT AGAINST THE ALLIANCE
The Grim is in the midst of the Blooding, where combatants form groups of two or three and participate in the arenas of the Goblin Games, according to Dreadweaver Lupinum. At the end of this period, on March 18, there will be a Grand Melee where the teams will battle each other.
Wordbearer Leyu’jin Zeygosa has announced a Great Hunt at the end of this month. “Harkening back to the days of yore, and the many traditions of tribal hunts conducted by several of the Horde races, the Great Hunt is a contest to bestow glory and honor on the victorious, and hone the killing techniques of the Grim. It ends in a rampage across Stormwind by all the participating Fists.”
There is also a Scalp Hunt occurring right now, organized and run by Gnarrdog. The Scalp Hunt will end early in the morning on Wednesday, March 9. The Grim who has collected the highest number of Alliance scalps by then will be named the winner and awarded the rank of Executioner. Alak’kul was the winner of the last Scalp Hunt and currently holds the Executioner title, but he is in danger of losing it to Shaelie Brightwing, the leader so far in this competition.
The Grim also continues to fight in the battlegrounds, and as Lupinum said, “Our own battles on the front line are increasing in difficulty. So much has been fought for up until now, we need to steel ourselves to overcome this plateau. I expeCt those of us who Leyu’jin has grouped together ot fulfill his command and fight in the arenas.
“Team cohesion is our current goal,” Awatu added. “Grow with your brothers and sisters in arms, and they shall forge with you a bond upon the battlefield that would last until the Earthmother takes us.”
The Grim advances onto the battlegrounds Sundays and Wednesdays at 8:00 in the evening. Anyone interested in participating should get in touch with Leyu’jin or Lupinum.
THE FIGHT AGAINST THE IRON HORDE
The Grim continue to do battle in Hellfire Citadel.
“Da mid levels been breached, with da lowah floors routed before our forces. Our brave ‘eroes be destroyin all dat stand in dere way,” reported Anaie “The Insane” who is in charge of the assaults. “We kin always use fresh meat.”
Anyone interested in joining the assaults, which take place Tuesdays and Thursdays at 7:30 in the evening, should contact Anaie or Alakhai.
((HFC current progress: Normal 13/13, Heroic 7/13, Achievements 5/13))
Makuni Mistwalker has completed his Trials and was promoted to Reaper at the meeting. He discussed his Trial of Sacrifice which regarded his birthright as future leader of his tribe.
“We did discuss my past and my family and that it was in my best interest to walk away from both,” Makuni explained. “It is not my place to take my father’s seat. It is my place to be the champion of the Mandate. I did sacrifice my birthright to my father’s tribe. And in doing so, I have given up my family. As a Grim, I am fighting for all tribes. I am fighting for all the Horde.”
“This Supplicant does know the meaning of the Mandate,” declared High Inquisitor Khorvis Bloodstar. “Hereafter, Makuni do be Reaper of Th
Death be upon you, Alliance! The Grim have come rolling through, like a thief in the night, to bring the sweet kiss of Horde justice and the Grim Reaper to your lips. The King decrowned, scalp, head and all, and the Mongrel put out to the eternal kennel in the sky. May the end of your Monarch see some Evolution in your degraded Civilization! In our Wake, we left the screaming gift of dead and decapitated Stormwind citizens, like a bloody tide washing out to your pitiful Harbor. There, on the Sea that is ours, not yours, did we turn to appreciate the fine results of our handiwork, to return to our Higher Culture and bask in our sublime Metropolises.
Our night began with the attendance of our membership, new and old to nigh ancient, amid the ruins of Lordaeron. Such a sight, even a few of our close associates came to celebrate. The Commander, Awatu Stonespire, gave his address to the assembled, reminding us from whence we came, how far we’ve come, and the immensity of the task that lies before us! Of the original ten founders of the Mandate, did one appear to recall the times of old, from where Maledictus and Snowfeather did wrought from the Horde’s finest and most murderous, the fighting force which would forevermore safeguard the future of the Horde. This speaker, the Lord Pincus Dorian, reminded us to not leave the night unbaptized by blood, of which the Commander agreed with. And now the annals of your sad and sorry state have now been written. The tale, of The Grim’s path carved through Stormwind, has just been told.