Syreena

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  1. Fishing for a Fish Mount

    Margoss Island Fishing Community Event Sun & Mon, February 11 & 12, 2018 8:00 Server Time Fish up Drowned Mana, which is spawned by a water elemental when fishing in the pond there. Turn in enough Drowned Mana to become Best Friends with Conjurer Margoss so you can buy a water mount called Brinedeep Bottom-Feeder or pets, toys, and other items. The more people fishing, the more often the water elemental spawns, and the faster you collect Drowned Mana.
  2. A Rogue's Diary

    01.11.18 Cantina was interesting last week. Not least of all because I have no felling idea sometimes who’s who anymore. Stupid Nightmare. I am Grim. I know I am Grim. So why does that feel so confusing lately just because of a stupid dream! I know who’s Grim and who’s not Grim. So why do I keep doubting it? Anyway, Selash was there, asking about his stupid daughter who likes to threaten me. He was giving money for information about who she’s been talking to. So of course, I had to chime in. I guess he didn’t believe me, even though he paid for the information. Alaur didn’t say anything about it during my last cookie delivery to the gate, so he probably didn’t talk to him about it yet, or if he did, didn’t tell him where he got the information. Turns out drinking holy water hurts my new pet, even though he tries to act tough. Siane came in while he was having his second round of bottles of the stuff, and the two whispered together. When she saw me with Geo’s mechanical hand, she tried to take that from me, now she’s whispering to my new pet. Why can’t she just leave my new toys alone? I swear sometimes, that girl is just ASKING to be stabbed! I wonder if Selash will ask demand his money back. Might be a good idea to avoid him for a while.
  3. A Rogue's Diary

    I found this diary today when I was looking through my bank boxes for any sweets leftover from Hallow's End. Emmons gave it to me a long time ago, and I always kept it. Cessily isn't a Grim anymore. Devries told me that last night. I was killing birds in Sethekk Halls, so I pretended I was busy so he wouldn't realize I didn't care. I told him I'd ask about it later, but then he told me that Las kicked her out. I don't know why she got kicked out, but I'm glad. I should care probably. Cessily was a Grim rogue, so maybe I should have tried to take better care of her. All I can think of though when I think of her, is that guild meeting in Nagrand when I had to watch Grog get shot full of Muatah's arrows, all over trouble she caused. I wanted to help, to make them stop, but I couldn't, and it was all Cessily's fault. Now she's not Grim anymore. Now she's not protected by the mandate. I don't like the elves. I wish they'd go back to wherever they came from. I wish Las would have let us eat them when they first came to us. I wish she'd kick them all out of the Grim. They are always fighting and arguing over silly things, and they're bossy. They're all prissy and pretty and frilly. Even the boys. They think they're important and better than the rest of us, but a lot of them are dumb. And I hate their city. It's too big and fancy. I always get lost there, and the guards are always snobby to me when I ask for directions. I hope the Scourge take it over and kill all the elves. Then we can go kill all the Scourge there, and the elves and Scourge would both be gone! Then the Grim can go back to the way it used to be, before the elves came.
  4. A Rogue's Diary

    12.3.17 I got myself an early Winter’s Veil present today. He won’t be yelling “Surprise Bitch” at anyone else again, ever. Not with his throat cut and then his body consumed by purple flames. Was he following me, or was it just coincidence? What else would he have been doing out near Andorhal? Whatever it was, he found me on the farm I recently bought out there. It’s a nice little place. I’m working on building a room under the barn to move my alchemy lab to. But I couldn’t have him of all people knowing where I live. He surprised me for the last time when he attacked me in the herb garden. ------------------------------------------------ 12.7.17 I got another early Winter’s Veil present. Two in one week. I must have been a very good girl this year! Symorick Tyrrell—former Inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade, former doctor for Eternal Aegis, former living human paladin. I found his grave, and I found a necromancer. Luckily the Light within him from being a paladin seemed to have corrupted him enough to make it possible for Malkaris to raise him from the grave as my new undead pet. Thanks to Malkaris, measures have been taken to make sure Doctor Tyrrell has to be a loyal and obedient pet. Now, instead of healing Alliance, he hunts them. I told him he could use the barn for slowly disposing of any Alliance he wanted to play with, on the condition he especially hunt Twilight Empire members and his former Aegis companions. If he ever gets any of them in the barn, I want to see them.
  5. Naheal Malastar

    Syreena just shrugged at first, and did not say anything until after some prodding. "What? He's an elf. And he's with Borrowed Time, and most of them don't like me." After some more prodding, she chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before answering. "When I got back from Stormwind, he sat with me in the sky one night and talked. I mean really talked, you know? There's not many people I can talk to like I talked to Naheal. He seemed to understand me better than most people ever did. "He wasn't always nice to me. Sometimes he was mean to me, either with insults or weapons, but I usually deserved it when he was." She shrugged then and was quiet a moment before continuing. "Khorvis said it was his fault what happened on the docks that night, but I don't know... I still miss talking to him sometimes."
  6. Qabian Grimfire

    "Qabian is weird. I still can't figure him out. But he is Grim. When he came back to us during an Inquisition meeting, I gave him a hard time, naturally. He gave some vague reason for leaving, and another for coming back. I asked Kiannis, the High Inquisitor at the time, if I could cut off one of Qabian's ears as punishment, or as proof of his renewed commitment, or whatever. I wasn't being serious, because there was no way Kiannis would allow it. Before he could respond, though, Qabian consented and knelt down so I could reach him better. "I made that snack last for days, thinking about it. What other elf would willingly let me take their ear? Tesonii did once, in payment for me delivering her letter of intent to the Inquisitors, but it was only a little bit of flesh, and besides, I paid her back like a million times over when I saved her from the Alliance. But Qabian wasn't Tes. He seemed more uppity, like most elves. For him to get down on his knee and let me disfigure him, in front of all those other Grims.... I mean, elves are so pretty and so vain! Well, he must have really wanted to come back, and I guess he understood he wouldn't be taken seriously if he didn't pay a price of some kind. He was willing to pay it. "He earned back my respect that day. Nobody can question his dedication to The Grim after that."
  7. Lazarus S. Graysong

    "I thought he was my friend," the little rogue said with a sad frown. "Until he betrayed me in the worst possible way."
  8. Baalthemar Dawnsorrow (H)

    "What do you want with Baal?" Syreena asked in a protective manner. Her hands dropped to the daggers at her belt, and she stared at the inquirer with a challenging look. Whatever answer she was given seemed to put her at ease, at least somewhat. "He's an elf and an ex-Grim, and my blades have tasted his blood a time or two. What do you think I think of him?" At the look of doubt that got her, she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. He's my big brother. Not by blood, obviously. Well, not the typical meaning of 'blood' anyway." She grinned knowingly, but offered no further explanation on that. "When he joined The Grim, I thought he was just another typical elf. He told me then that he would earn my trust someday. I laughed at him, even though he seemed so serious. But over time, I saw the sacrifices he made for The Grim. I watched as he let the warlocks do that ritual on him that he planned. I watched him change and suffer from that and the Wreave experiments they used him for. I saw how he acted around others, and how many looked up to him (and not just because he's freakishly huge from the warlocks' work on him). When he left The Grim, I realized he was right--he had earned my trust. "He's helped me a lot since I've known him, in many ways. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him." She blinked and hastily clarified. "I mean, I would do anything for him outside of...you know...bedroom stuff! He seems to like that stuff, but.....he is an elf, after all! He built himself a really nice home and his own family. It's a strange family, but it's a good family--most of them--and he takes good care of them as long as they behave themselves. He's really sweet." She gave the person a warning look. "Don't misunderstand me though. He's not always nice and sweet." A shark's grin spread her lips, showing all her filed pointy teeth. "I've seen what he does to people who cross him. You wouldn't want to be one of them."
  9. Karthok

    "He used to call me 'darlin'," Syreena answered with a fond little smile. "He was Grim for a short time. I thought he and I could have a lot of fun together, you know? Err, not that kind of fun, you pervert. Don't look at me like that. No, like the kind of fun me and Lucion used to have--hunting people, sneaking around places we shouldn't be.....you know, that kind of fun. "I got worried when I found out he was trying to summon ancient powers, but he said it was to destroy Sanctuary, and after Sanctuary tricked me and interrogated me that last time, I decided to work with Karthok to end them. He even gave me my own private assassin for whatever I wanted." The little rogue frowned sadly. "But the assassin failed on the first target I sent him after, got captured by Sanctuary, and then they killed him. "Anyway, eventually Karthok seemed to forget about me, so I guess he was just using me. I'm not sure if he was ever really my friend." Syreena shrugged and walked away.
  10. Kahlan Gustblade

    "For some reason, I don't think she likes me very much," Syreena responded with an amused grin. Then she shrugs. "She's Selash's daughter though, so I hope I never have to hurt her. Often times when I run into her, I get the feeling she's trying to prove herself."
  11. Syreena

    Full Name: Syreena Shadowblade Titles or Nicknames: Shadowblade, Little Sister, 'Reena, Sy, Viper Age: Died of the plague somewhere around 18 Race: Forsaken Gender: Female Hair: Purplish Red Eyes: Yellow Height: 5'0" Weight: 80 lbs Notable Physical Features: Identical twin to Anaie, though she appears a bit younger and thinner. Her flesh is a patchwork of mismatched skin. Her teeth have all been filed into jagged points. There is a purple voidscar on her neck. Place of residence: Grim hall in Tirisfal Glades or her new farm near Andorhal. Place of Birth: A farm near Andorhal Known Relatives: Derrick Breen, Father (dead); Melinda Breen, Mother (dead); Laurel Breen, youngest Sister (dead); Anaie Breen, Twin sister (now Forsaken). Her family name is not widely know. Religion/Philosophy: Peace through annihilation Occupation: Rogue, Alchemist, Grim Inquisitor Guild Rank: Dreadweaver Known Associates: The Grim, Baal'themar, Tahzani Known Nemesis: All Alliance, Cessily, Lovely, Svetlaena, Eternal Aegis, the Mackinzie sisters, Sanctuary especially Kex'ti Dalendala and Cerryan Vrel Special Skills: Sneakiness, lock picking, assassination, perfect aim with snowballs Positive Personality Traits: Extremely loyal to friends and guild mates. Very protective of them as well, having been known, on several occasions, to put herself in danger to protect them. Negative Personality Traits: Can be sneaky, dishonest, manipulative if it's for a good cause (according to her), racist against elves. Very vengeful against those who are perceived to have wronged her or someone she cares about. Usually believes her crimes and cruelties are justified and deserved. Interesting Possessions: An elekk plushie from Cen, a copy of the Twilight Canticle from one of Karthok's missions, Geodorik Deepwater's mechanical hand, a bagful of personal effects from Symorick Tyrrell's coffin. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- History: During life, she was raised by a drunken old alchemist. He taught her to steal to fund his gambling addiction. He also taught her to find herbs and create potions to help with his livelihood. She learned to sneak and kill out of necessity. She died in an Andorhal prison from the plague, and later rose as a servant of the Lich King before being freed by the Dark Lady's call. History In The Grim: Syreena joined The Grim four months after it was founded. Since then, she has improved her killing skills. She's become a competent killer for the Mandate, and has helped train the other Grim rogues. During her time in The Grim, she was reunited with her twin sister, Anaie. The greatest compliment she's ever received was from someone who proposed marriage to her, and she turned him down only because he was not Grim. He laughed and said, "You are Grim through and through." Shortly after the Dark Portal opened, Syreena became the Dreadweaver in charge of all Grim rogues. She excelled at killing, and she taught the other rogues her techniques or helped them perfect their own. She spent much time helping The Grim kill things in old magic towers and underwater caverns. She also spent a great deal in the goblin arenas with Duranor's Irregulars and smaller teams. Around this time she also ran into the old gambler who raised her in life. He was also undead by now, and Syreena spent some time playing mind games with him, intending to kill him when she was finished toying with him. Unfortunately, he slipped away, and she still has plans to find him again some day to make him pay for the way he treated her. Around the time the Horde sailed for Northrend, Syreena became the guild master of The Grim. During this time, Grims bestowed upon her the title of Shadowblade, which she later adopted as her last name. She was in charge for one year, while also killing in Ulduar and the Lich King's Citadel with a team of Grims that called themselves the Puppies. The two roles ended up at odds with each other, preventing the little rogue from being effective or comfortable with either. Eventually, feeling like she was constantly being torn in two, she quit both positions, returning the guild to Abric. She stepped back into the shadows for a while. After the Cataclysm, for a short time, Syreena was the overseer of the teams fighting threats to the Horde other than the Alliance, though she rarely participated herself. Then, when someone else finally stepped up to take over that job, she returned to the relatively responsibility free rank of Harbinger for the remainder of that period. In Pandaria, Syreena enjoyed her time as Harbinger. She started training some of her many pets for combat, she learned to tend to plants, and she again participated in large scale battle with The Grim in places like the Throne of Thunder and when Orgrimmar was under siege. Then came the day she was called to duty once again. The High Inquisitor was in need of an assistant and had chosen her. After some thought, she decided that becoming an Inquisitor may be the best way she could shape the future of The Grim, and she accepted. Not too long after that, the High Inquisitor retired, and Syreena stepped into that role. She enjoyed testing the new Grims in various ways, sometimes without them even knowing they were being tested Her purpose was to train the new Grims in the ways of the old Grims, to preserve the ways of the Mandate, and to instill in them the desire to achieve peace through annihilation. A few months after the portal to Draenor opened, conflict arose between Sanctuary and The Grim. A rogue Sanctuary member nearly killed a Grim in an unprovoked attack. In anger and revenge, Syreena attacked another Sanctuary member. She failed to kill him, however, and worse, was identified. As punishment for her failure, she was demoted back down to Harbinger, and assigned the task of destroying any traitors to the Horde. She did manage to kill a few other Sanctuary members, but her original Sanctuary target bested her when she faced him again, and he cut off her left ear. Under Grim orders, she captured and helped torture a prominent member of the Alliance; in turn, she herself was taken prisoner by the Alliance and scheduled for execution after her memory had been partially erased. A small team of Horde broke her out of the Stockade in Stormwind and helped her escape. For the remainder of the Draenor campaign, the Shadowblade spent most of her time hunting Alliance in Tanaan Jungle, promoting the conflict between The Grim and Sanctuary, and violently retaliating against anyone she perceived to have wronged a Grim. She also spent some time working on a new Plague of Undeath, and testing it on unsuspecting subjects, mostly without success. After a spree of attacks against Sanctuary members, Syreena suffered the consequences at the hands of Cerryan, who pinned her to a wall with a sword infused with Holy Light. Burning inside and out, she was left there until Julilee and Lilliana came for her. Julilee wanted to execute her, but Liliana fought her off and returned the burned rogue to the Grim halls. Baal'themar took her to his secret cabin for Nathandiel to tend to her. Over the next several months, Nathandiel was able to mostly patch her up, with a few modifications, such as some synthetic parts and her teeth filed into jagged points. During most of the Legion campaign, Syreena tried to steer clear of Sanctuary, spending time fighting the Legion alongside The Grim. She bought a farm near Andorhal. She employed Borrowed Time to search for an old friend, but the search was unsuccessful. She did find success, however, in attaining some long overdue vengeance on members of Eternal Aegis. She acquired the girl known as 'The Shard', killed Geodorik Deepwater, and raised a dead Dr. Symorick Tyrrell as her undead slave. An Eclipse happened during this period, and Syreena swayed back and forth between helping the "good guys" and helping Karthok, who was the prime force trying to summon Accalia. The resulting Nightmare was a frustrating scenario where Syreena questioned her own identity and that of members of The Grim and Sanctuary, leaving her confused for weeks after. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stories: A Rogue's Diary - Ongoing journal. Assassin for Peace - Syreena's conflict with Sanctuary. Broken - Syreena's mental breakdown. Nightmare: Reunions - Syreena faces her worst fears in the end of the Eclipse conflict. The Hunt for Hollowrot - The Grim hunts Morinth, a new threat. Revenge Overdue - Syreena tracks down her tormentor from Life. The Prisoner - The Grim captures and tortures a prominent Alliance member. Chats with a Cockroach - Syreena is taken prisoner by the Alliance. The Shard - Syreena is still a prisoner of the Alliance and eventually scheduled for execution. Extreme Justice - Syreena attacks Sanctuary and suffers the consequences. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Syreena Breen, aka, Syreena Shadowblade of The Grim has allegedly committed the following crimes: • Y13-20, Andorhal – Various trespassing, breaking and entering, and theft charges. • Y18-20, Andorhal, Lucky Mug Tavern – Drugging the drinks of unsuspecting patrons in order to rob them after they passed out from the effects of the drug. • Y20 – Andorhal outskirts – Murder of 16 year old Emily Jameson in her rural home. • Y20 – Andorhal prison – Unauthorized reanimation as a Scourge after dying to the Plague. Unauthorized departure from the prison. • Y20-23, Lordaeron – Various warmongering and murder charges, as a Scourge. • Y24 – Scarlet Monastery – Brutal murder of a Scarlet Crusade canine member. Unauthorized departure and escape from the dungeon. (Suspected accomplice: Anaie) • Y25 – Felwood – Involved in brutal murders of several mages in Satyr camps known to be rich in felcloth. (Suspected accomplice: Lucion) • Y26 – Stranglethorn – Involved in the attempted murder of Grim Sin’dorei, Cessily Suntouch (Suspected accomplice: Anaie) • Y26 – Stranglethorn – Involved in the attempted murder of Grim Sin’dorei, Lovely Bloodstorm (Suspected accomplice: Anaie) • Y26 – Shattrath, outside Lower City – Murder and mutilation of unidentified female adolescent troll. • Y26 – Shattrath, Scryer’s Bank – Involved in impersonating bank tellers to steal deposits from patrons. (Suspected accomplice: Anaie) • Y27 – Dalaran – Involved in the attempted murder of Grim Sin’dorei couple, Svetlaena and Duroxas Quel’Ivan, by sending them a poisoned pie. Attempted to frame Elder Ashenfury, The Grim’s High Inquisitor at the time. (Suspected accomplice: Anaie) There are no entries for the next few years. • Y31 – Nagrand (Draenor) – Assault on Sanctuary Sin’dorei, Kex’ti Dalendala with intent to kill. • Y31 – Sanctuary garrison – Attempted assault on Sanctuary by delivering poisoned candy during the Love is in the Air holiday season. • Y31 – Grim garrison – Murder of goblin messenger who delivered poisoned candy to Sanctuary garrison. • Y31 – Spires of Arak – Attempted murder of Sanctuary Tauren lawyer by antagonizing Alliance death knights to attack him. • Y31 – Frostfire Ridge – Attempted murder of Sanctuary orc, Nazshakul. (Suspected accomplices: Konro Stormreaver, Lilliana Bloodshine, Lupinum—because they were bored) • Y31 – Talador – Brutal slaying and dismemberment of a Draenei female. Sending severed body parts and addictive herbs through the goblin postal and delivery service. • Y31 – Talador – Brutal slaying and dismemberment of several Draenei females. Sending severed body parts and addictive herbs through the goblin postal and delivery service. • Y31 – Warspear – Murder and dismemberment of an unidentified black-haired Sin’dorei male. Sending severed body parts and addictive herbs through the goblin postal and delivery service. • Y31 – Icecrown – Interfering at a Mok’gara, attempted assault on Breygrah Ragetotem, assault on Kex’ti Dalendala with intent to kill. • Y31 – Orgrimmar – Assault on Darethy Voidblade. • Y31 – Warspear – Assault on Breygrah Ragetotem with intent to kill. • Y31 – Warspear – Assault on Siane Dawnlight with intent to kill. • Y31 – Home of Darethy Voidblade – Stabbing of Darethy’s wife, Alfirin. • Y31 – Vol’mar – Involved in the assault and mutilation of Cerryan Vyel. (Suspected accomplice: Lilliana Bloodshine) • Y31 – Desolace – Assault on Grim, Kerala Windchaser. (Suspected accomplices: Malhavik Undercroft, Orphyn) • Y31 – Frostfire Ridge – Capture of Siane Dawnlight. (Suspected accomplice: Orphyn) • Y31 – Darkmoon Faire – Involved in the assault on Sanctuary members Commander Julilee Liene, Cerryan Vyel, and Taozhu. (Suspected accomplices: Ley’ujin Zeygosa, Orphyn) • Y31 – Frostfire Ridge – Attempted murder of Siane Dawnlight and her bodyguard, Ny’shra. • Y31 August – Tanaris – Suspected in the disappearance of Forsaken alchemist Aleister Hornsby. • Y31 November – Northern Barrens – Abduction and torture of Chancellor Skylah Mackinzie of the Twilight Empire. (Suspected accomplices: Shaelie Brightwing, Filora Livlet, Lilliana Bloodshine, Tesonii Inbetween, Khorvis Bloodstar) • Y31 December –Stormwind – Escape from the Stormwind Stockade. (Suspected accomplices: Kex’ti Dalendala, Lilliana Bloodshine, Zanas Autumnvale, Gnarrdog) • Y32 January -- Manufacture and delivery, with intent ot harm, contaminated sweets to various guilds and establishments around Azeroth. • Y32 February – Warspear – Assault on Thaldis Dawnstrike, stabbing of Shokkra Deathrage. (Suspected accomplices: Shaelie Brightwing, Baalthemar) • Y32 May -- Manufacture and delivery, with intent to harm, contaminated baked goods to orphanages around Azeroth. • Y32 May -- Warspear -- Assault on Isadora Arath'dorei (Suspected accomplice: Baal'themar Dawnsorrow) • Y32 July -- Warspear -- Assault and mutilation of Sen'ahri of Sanctuary. • Y32 August -- The Cleft of Shadow, Orgrimmar -- Attempted murder of Kanda of Sanctuary. • Y33? December -- Scarlet Monestary Graveyard -- Participated in a necromancy ritual to raise and enslave a former paladin. (Suspected accomplice: Malkaris Darkfire, Khorvis Bloodstar, Qabian Grimfire) Timeline Key: Y20 – Plague of Undeath, Y22 – Forsaken rise, Y26 – Outland, Y27 – Northrend, Y28 – Cataclysm, Y30 – Pandaria, Y31 – Draenor, Y32 August -- Broken Isles
  12. T'suro Sunspear (H)

    "Eh, your typical prissy purple-people elf," Syreena mutters with a roll of her yellow eyes. Then she grins wickedly. "Me and Lilly pushed him off Tahz's boat a couple times. His ears are on my list."
  13. Tahzani Tallfisher (H)

    "Tahz is a good friend. He's not Grim, but there's not much I wouldn't do for him, and there aren't many people who have earned my trust more."
  14. Julilee Liene

    "Her Tauren name would be Commander Stick-Up-Her-Butt. I don't think the woman can smile. I'd like to take that stick and shove it through her eye, into her brain, and scramble it around a bit. Maybe it would stir up a personality. "She handed me over to the Alliance once to save her husband's childhood friend. I hate her and all her guild."
  15. Siané Dawnlight

    "I think she used to be a demon, or something evil, back when she was Vionora. Now she's nice, usually, when she's not trying to steal my new toys or convincing someone to execute me. She's kind of dumb sometimes. She made me cupcakes once, and brought me seeds for my favorite flowers. "Oh, and she makes funny squeaky noises when she gets stabbed."
  16. Peace No Longer

    Syreena watched Symorick as he showed some signs of life, or at least animation. Would it work? He had been a Paladin in life, and she had always thought that Paladins had some protection from things like this. Malkaris did mention that it would make this more difficult. But the Paladin had also been infested with fel, so the Light had failed him at least one point. Maybe the fel had left him corrupted enough that this would work. She studied him, waiting for him to wake up with an equal mixture of anticipation and concern. If this worked, would it be as planned? Would Symorick be docile and obedient as promised, or would he be as dangerous to her in undeath as he was in life? Or maybe he’d be completely mad after being dead for so long, his mind twisted beyond functioning. She could only wait and see, and hope that Malkaris’s skill in necromancy was as good as he claimed. She had no reason to doubt him, really. Although the Grim warlocks were notoriously untrustworthy and self-serving, most of them were also quite skilled at their job. Finally, Symorick suddenly let out a hacking cough and tried to move, fighting to get his joints to work. “And here I was thinking whatever it was wouldn’t work,” Qabian said with a smirk as his attention was drawn to the stirring corpse. “Then I would have had to kill Malkaris,” Syreena answered mildly, without taking her gaze from Symorick. “Necromancy, while not my favorite bag of toys to play with, is the one I’m most proficient in,” Malkaris argued. The ritual had obviously taken its toll on the warlock though. He seemed a bit wobbly on his feet, and his skin was a much paler shade of elf. “If you ever need a new dog, Qabian….” The mage shuddered. “I had one. Once was enough.” Symorick groaned, trying to open his eyes. “What…what is going on?” Syreena crouched over him, urging him to wake up and making sure her patchwork stitched face filled his field of vision before he managed to get his eyes open. “Do you remember me?” “How could I forget your gorgeous face,” he coughed, recognizing her unmistakable visage even through the changes it had undergone since he’d last seen her. Qabian glanced between Syreena and Symorick with a look of confusion. “You broke it,” he stage-whispered to Malkaris, who was confused as well, but also intrigued. “I’m not that out of practice….I think.” Malkaris used his reality ripping staff of destruction and mayhem as a leaning post, clearly tired from what he’d pulled off here. “Good. Because you are mine now,” Syreena informed Symorick. “And as you and your Professor once tried to make me kill my own people, so now you will hunt yours.” “As you wish,” the dead man responded automatically. A look of frustration grew on his face. He carefully examined his body. “What am I? What have you done to me?” “You’re dead, or I guess…undead. Just like a Forsaken.” “And I am to obey you?” “Without question,” Syreena confirmed. “If you resist, you’ll be filled with horrible pain.” She gave Malkaris a brief nod as he wearily took his leave. “And what if I were to try and kill you?” Symorick inquired. “You can’t. You missed your chance to torture and kill me years ago. You don’t get to do it now. You’re bound to me now.” Syreena grinned cruelly. “Now it’s my turn to torture you.” “You know nothing of torture,” Symorick stated. He actually laughed at her. “Then you will teach me,” she informed him. “Using yourself as the subject.” “I thought this was torture?” “Is it? How does it feel? A former Paladin, Scarlet…now you’re Forsaken.” “It…I feel like I lost something,” he admitted. “I can no longer hear the Light’s call.” “Good.” Syreena didn’t tell him she intended for him to be reacquainted with the Light again very soon. “You will hunt and kill Alliance every day. And once a day, you’ll report to the Grim guild hall to tell me how many you’ve killed.” Symorick nodded, but Syreena continued. “All Alliance. None are spared. Especially not the Aegis or the Empire, should you see any of them.” “That was easy,” Qabian said with a smirk at the new undead. Symorick looked at the elf, seeming to just notice him there. Syreena saw the look and issued further orders. “No hunting, hurting, or killing any Grim. Or any Horde, for that matter…except Sanctuary.” “I have lost everything twice in my life—friends family, and the Light," Symorick told her. "I need not a third chance, but I feel compelled…” “I don’t care what you lost,” Syreena hissed at him hatefully. “I nearly lost myself because of you and your friends.” “My ‘friends’ left me to die in the hands of demons. There is no love there any longer.” “Here’s a secret,” Qabian said with amusement. “There never was any.” “is that why you had so much fel in you…” Syreena mused. “I was possessed by some dreadlord, a passenger in my own body.” “I feel sorry for the dreadlord.” Syreena sneered. “I imagine he is dead, if I was buried, so I do too,” Symorick said. “A shame I had no hand in it.” “I’m glad it killed you.” Syreena thought a moment, then added, “Though I also regret it wasn’t me that killed you.” “Is that why you didn’t leave it in the ground?” Qabian asked. Syreena didn’t answer him, but thought sometimes the elf was too perceptive for his own good. “The Alliance heads will be yours, Syreena," Symorick promised. "Please do leave the method to me. I prefer to make it last. It has been quite a long time since I have tortured anyone.” “Do as you please with the Alliance. And with Sanctuary, if you catch any of them. Just save any elf ears for me.” “Of course,” Symorick said with a chuckle. “If this fails, and he leads some charge of filth to our doorstep, we kill Malkaris?” Qabian suggested to Syreena. The rogue considered and then nodded; the warlock would be a suitable scapegoat should this go badly. “How long have I been dead?” Symorick asked. Syreena pointed to the dates on the gravestone. “Geo is dead too, and I have the Shard.” Syreena briefly considered giving the Shard to Symorick, not even knowing that the girl once tried to use her influence to put Syreena herself into the former Inquisitor’s hands. “He was a fool, blind and careless,” Symorick said of Geo. “The others are smart and will be well hidden.” “That’s what they always think,” Qabian said. “If you ever find them, kill Morg quick if you want, but Marrus….. Make him suffer a slow and horrible death.” Bitterness laced her tone as she spoke of the professor. “Well, get to work. Unless Qabian has further business with you. I have work to do.” “Risky business, taking an enemy out of the ground. But I did it once, and she never did turn,” Qabian said to Syreena when she bid him goodnight. She made a mental note to ask him about that later. Then the mage turned to the undead man. “Go kill them all.” As Syreena took her leave, part of her was pleased to have a new tool for the Mandate that seemed to eager to kill her enemies. Another part of her felt cheated out of seeing him suffer. She'd expected him to hate his new self, or resist killing his former guildmates. Well, there were other ways to make him suffer, she assured herself.
  17. Peace No Longer

    The previous afternoon, Syreena had run out of grave moss while working on an alchemy project. She’d already harvested what was in the Andorhal graveyard, but the moss didn’t grow anywhere in abundance, not even in graveyards, and Andorhal did not provide enough of the stuff to meet the needs of her project. Now, shortly after midnight, she searched for moss in the cemetery of the Scarlet Monastery. Although she was on her guard, she moved with ease. What little that might remain of the fanatical organization here were mostly asleep inside, and she was not disturbed as she pulled moss from tree trunks and gravestones in the moonlight. As she reached for a bit of the fuzzy plant from one headstone, however, her hand paused inches from the stone, and her head tilted to the side as she stared at the carved words before her, her expression suddenly grown cold with hatred. Symorick O. Tyrrell Paladin of the Light ~He burned brightest so we did not have to~ The date on the stone indicated that the man died just before the Legion invasions started. “I’m not even going to feel bad about what Sym’s going to do to you,” a smug human voice echoed in her mind. It was followed by an elven voice, laden with the usual arrogance along with something that might have been awe. “Ah…The famed Scarlet Inquisitor.” Her memories of that time had been scrambled, erased, retrieved, and repaired with varying degrees of success. But the Forsaken were a willful race, and with great effort, she could recall some of the details of her time spent as a prisoner of the Alliance. Now, as she stared with mounting rage at the name before her, she heard the Inquisitor’s own voice, cold and hard and lacking any empathy. “The next time I see you, I will not be so kind.” “Well, here I am, you fellin’, torturing, monster of the Light,” Syreena growled. “And there you are.” Although she was not actually tortured or questioned by the dead man that lay under the stone she was crouched in front of, the threat of him was used often against her during her imprisonment. The threat alone was effective though, especially after meeting him one night there. He towered over her, so she was face to face with a Scarlet tabard worn over a shirt that still bore the red splatter marks of his recent work. “See something you like?” he asked when he noticed her staring at the tabard. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she replied simply, minding her tongue. She knew firsthand what Scarlet Inquisitors were capable of, and this one could wield the Light. In the graveyard, Syreena muttered to herself. “Two down, three to go.” And one of those three was indirectly under her influence, even if she couldn’t outright kill her right now. She gripped and regripped her daggers in agitation. It pleased her to know yet another of her tormentors was dead. She wondered how he died. She hoped it was a horrible, painful death, and she was disappointed that she didn’t get to see it. Now, he lay at rest in a peaceful cemetery, under a tree with moonlight filtering down to his grave. She felt cheated. The man was dead, true, but her desire for vengeance on him was left unfulfilled. Or was it? Her eyes narrowed, a telltale sign that the little rogue’s brain was working. After some time had passed, a slow grin twisted her patchwork face and bared her filed pointy teeth as she stood up. “Paladin of the Light, Inquisitor of the Crusade, Doctor of the Aegis,” she crooned wickedly. “You will rest in peace no longer.” Satisfied with her idea, she made her way out of the cemetery and headed for Brill to put her plan into motion.
  18. Peace No Longer

    THUNK! Khorvis grunted as the shovel hit something solid through the wet dirt. It had started raining, a light drizzle but with the promise of heavier downfall to come. “Here do be your stiff, Shadowblade. Felmancer.” Malkaris, who had been planning out his ritual, peered into the hole and let out a small laugh. “Weeell then.” “What’s funny?” Syreena asked. Malkaris scratched his head. “He’s uh….” “He’s dead?” Syreena suggested, suddenly wondering at the warlock’s soundness of mind. “Energetically confused,” Malkaris corrected. “I can feel faint traces of two opposing energies in what’s left of him. There were faint whispers of how the Ebon Blade tried to raise a powerful paladin, and how it failed, so I’ve heard along the grapevine. He’s no paragon of the Light or whatever, but there is Fel, and lots of it mixed up in that holy soup of his. How much is this worth to you?” By that question, Syreena got the feeling this may be more dangerous than she expected. She also didn’t care. She wasn’t giving up her chance at revenge on one of the Alliance involved in holding her captive a couple years ago. “It’s worth it. No backing out now. I want him.” Malkaris gave her a look that was part concern and part curiosity, as if she were a crazy person and he wondered what she would do next. “Good,” he said as he tossed her fingernail aside. “I’ll need something stronger. More substantial.” “Like what?” Syreena asked, frowning. “That’s up to you. But if you want control of this thing we’ll be raising, it needs a direct link to you. I assume you’ll want this creature to be capable of its own thought, but bound to your will, yes?” “Yes,” she confirmed with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I want him to remember what he was.” As the little rogue searched her person for something, after firmly refusing to let Malkaris take one of her few remaining memories of the man they were trying to raise, Malkaris turned his attention to Khorvis, who had been communing with the earthen spirits of Tirisfal. “Khorvis, tell me…when you commune with the spirits, do they ever ask anything of you?” Khorvis reached out with the fury of his spirit while responding to the felmancer. “Aye, there do always be conflict. But we Grim do not relent.” The coffin suddenly splintered, and the roiling earth dragged the human up out of the hole, along with everything else he was buried with. Syreena gathered several items that were tossed up from the grave and slipped them into her pack. Then she frowned in thought and held something up to Malkaris. “Would this work?” She held up a pale purple gem, given to her by Lomani some time ago. “A friend gave this to me. She said this kind of stone is good for soothing the soul. I keep it with me always. Will it work?” Malkaris looked at the purple gem curiously. “That’ll do perfectly actually.” Syreena tossed him the gem, though with obvious reluctance. He rolled it about in his palm, his look thoughtful. “Yes….yes, this will work well.” Khorvis crossed his arms, letting the rain soak through his leathers. The storm above paled in comparison to the turbulence he felt concerning this strange ritual. Malkaris threw some poultices into a green fel fire he had started under the tree, and pulled out a sharp knife. He looked over the corpse trying to see what parts were sturdy and which parts were…decidedly not. After a brief moment, he jabbed the knife into the corpse, just below the navel. Content with the depth, he took the gem and stuck his hand in with it. His arm moved about a little as he fit the gem to the coccyx. Khorvis retreated a step, keeping a sharp lookout for…whatever his imagination may have been conjuring. Once content with the stone’s placement, Malkaris withdrew his hand and waved it through the felfire again. “This will be your anchor,” the warlock explained to Syreena. “Your will will be his will….when you choose it to be, in any case.” Khorvis grimaced and threw his shield to the ground. He rubbed his forearm, as if it were burned. His shield was icy cold. “And if the gem is ever cut out of him?” Syreena asked. “Will I lose control of him then?” “Possibly,” Malkaris said as he pulled some other tools out. “This will ensure obedience, but like most abused animals, it will take time before he realizes he has a will of his own, in the event that does happen. You’ll uh…wanna make sure that doesn’t happen.” He flashed both of his companions a smile before etching runes of necromancy into the corpse, each one lighting up with baleful light before fading, looking like nothing more than scarification. “Hush, human. Your spirit has a home in the cage of pain, hm?” Malkaris was hushing someone that probably wasn’t even there. Maybe. Khorvis growled, his tusks flashing in the crackle of the sky’s lightning display. “I have seen enough. Raise your plaything, Shadowblade. I do know this game too well to wish to see the ending.” The old orc shook his head and drifted away, heralded by spirit wolves on an astral tide. Malkaris complained that Khorvis would miss the best part. Syreena watched him leave, knowing she would probably hear about this later, but for now, she put her concerns aside to focus on the ritual. Malkaris was talking about her dropping some blood over where he placed the gem. She took the knife he offered her, and sliced open her palm. Making a fist over Symorick’s belly, she forced a few drops of blood to fall over where the gem was. “He will kill Alliance, as he once healed them,” Syreena said, staring at the corpse as her blood soaked into him. “He will torture the humans, as he once tortured the undead.” “That’s for sure,” Malkaris agreed. “This creature is going to be a nightmare.” Continuing the ritual, Malkaris placed his palm on the corpse’s forehead and growled an incantation in his native birth tongue, the elven words coming out somehow darker and more savage than one would expect from a silky elven language. The words gained pace, and his own spectral form was wreathed in darkness, wisp light, and sorrow. “Don’t struggle now, little child. The Light will not save you from this.” As he murmured to the corpse, he dug one of his fingers into its left eye socket, teasing out the man’s soul by pushing it out, like a pimple, with his own energies. He extended a hand to Syreena. “This may get a little weird, but I need you to grasp my hand.” “I think this means we’re dating,” he teased, after she closed her fingers around his. Before any protest, he drew on some of the energy of what remained of her soul, and directed it into the corpse, establishing a bond between the gem, the dead, and the master. The corpse convulsed as it began to awaken, groaning faintly, as if from a long distance as his soul was drawn back into its new pain chamber. Malkaris removed his hands from Symorick’s body and stood up, patting himself off and then kicking dirt onto the fel campfire. Syreena wiped her hands on her leggings and watched the waking body. “It’s done?” “When it finally rises, it’s up to you how you want it to see the world. Loss, hope…that’s on you. It will know it lost something. It will start to remember somewhat. You can direct it. Just….don’t direct it at me. Also! Our souls touched slightly. Don’t be surprised if you start having dreams involving my childhood or whatever.” “What?” Syreena asked sharply. But the warlock only gave her a wide grin. Qabian had arrived at some point during the ritual, but had remained quietly observant until it was obvious the deed was done. “Mischief, I assume?” the elf asked as he stalked up to the pair. “Oh. You know,” Malkaris answered. “A little bit of light necromancy. Raising dead people. Making soul puppets. The usual.” Malkaris went on with Syreena about the things she might see because of their brief connection during the ritual. She was not pleased. “Everything has a price,” he informed her. “Reminding me why I don’t mess with…” Qabian motioned at the ground between the two of them, where the corpse still lay unmoving. “…that.” “It was a rare opportunity I couldn’t pass up,” Syreena said. “I’m sure.” Malkaris and Qabian bickered a bit, but Syreena ignored them. She was focused on the waking corpse, waiting to play with her new “puppet” as Qabian referred to it.
  19. Peace No Longer

    “Malkaris, report to the Inquisitor’s office. Now.” Syreena’s voice over the hearthstone carried a sense of urgency and authority not often heard from the little rogue. She was pacing behind her desk when the warlock arrived. Despite her impatience, she resisted the urge to just drag him with her to the Monastery and order him to do what she wanted. After all, this wasn’t a typical Grim task she was about to ask him for. Instead, she thanked him for coming and told him she needed a favor. Malkaris raised a brow curiously and there was a playful twinge at the corner of his mouth. “I see by your look, you’re willing to listen to it.” “I’m all ears,” the elf said. And with that, he pulled out a pouch containing a few elf ears. “Qabian wanted me to give that to you, by the way.” For once, Syreena was more interested in the task at hand than in adding to her collection of ears, so she got straight to the point. “If I remember correctly, you have some skills in…making the dead live again.” The warlock stiffened slightly, glancing around unconsciously but slowly, but his curiosity deepened, and his smile widened. “I’ve been known to dabble….” “What is your success rate?” the Shadowblade asked him. “Depends on the task. What would you like me to do?” Syreena arched a brow, feeling her impatience rising again. “Isn’t it obvious?” Malkaris grinned and shrugged. “Well. There’s m ore to the art than just making dead things walk or do a dance. There are requirements, depending. Do you want whatever it is that you’re looking to raise to feel? To remember figments, not enough to know, but enough to torment?” “Oh, I definitely want to torment,” she confirmed. A frost gale blustered through to the office. The tinkle of bone chimes resounded with the sound of footsteps. Syreena looked up and nodded to Khorvis. “Lasher,” she said in the way of greeting. Malkaris also nodded to the orc. “Shadowblade,” he grunted, with a mix of admiration and vitriol. Syreena and Malkaris continued the conversation, going over details. Then Khorvis, having watched the two concoct their plot with an obvious air of distaste, spoke up. “That does sound like something unnatural to me, felmancer. Of whom the fel do you speak?” But it was Syreena who answered. “Symorick Tyrrell. I found his grave. Will you help us dig him up?” “Let me be clear,” Khorvis answered, as he stroked the twin braids of his beard. “I do not know who the fel you still speak of. Will this aid the Mandate?” Although Syreena was disappointed that Khorvis didn’t remember the name, she answered confidently. “Yes. He will kill many Alliance.” Malkaris looked between the two. “For the record, I don’t particularly care if it does or not. It’ll be nice to raise a corpse or two for a change.” Khorvis stomped to his feet. “Fine. Even after so many years here on Azeroth, my Common still do be the stuff of hellboar shit. Tyrrell sounds like a name we may have crossed. I will find a shovel.” Khorvis went off to find a shovel, and the other two left the office as well, still talking details. “Can you do anything to make him be my pet and do whatever I say?” she asked. “That I can,” the warlock answered. “But if you want absolute obedience, I need something of you. A piece of you—a memory, body part, something with meaning…” He pointed at her one remaining ear. “No,” she said quickly. He held up his hands in a “don’t stab the messenger” fashion. “Necromancy ever has been an art of give and take. The more you give, or…borrow, the more you can take.” The little rogue bit off a chunk of a fingernail and gave it to Malkaris. “That do?” Khorvis returned with a shovel. “Where do be the grave of this Tyrrell?” “The Scarlet Monestary cemetery.” “Shall we then?” Malkaris suggested, and the three departed to go gravedigging.
  20. The small farm outside of Andorhal was coming along nicely. Syreena was pleased with the progress she was making on the herb gardens, and the workers were scheduled to start tomorrow on digging out a room under the barn for her alchemy lab. As she tended her growing herb garden, she paused to look over her land. Finally, after so many years of living in sewers and tents and inns and the guild hall, the little rogue had finally decided to buy her own place with some of the vast amounts of gold she’d accumulated over the years through various means, most of them questionable if not outright illegal. It was peaceful here, she thought, and although peaceful wasn’t normally her preferred atmosphere, it was a nice change of pace at times. It was especially welcome at her own home when she was working on her personal projects. Just as she was musing about how much progress she could make in her alchemy projects, she heard a strange tearing noise nearby and turned to see what it was. A dark purple portal was opening just a few yards away. A man stepped through the void portal, wearing dark leathers, light hair and facial hair, and a black eyepatch. One of his arms was made of an odd metal now, but Syreena’s undead flesh crawled as she recognized Geodorik Deepwater, the halfling of few words who seemed to oversee security for Eternal Aegis when she was a prisoner there. Her memories of that time were still fuzzy and incomplete, despite all attempts to remedy that, but she did have broken and distorted recollections of Geo’s hands on her as he bound her wrists behind her back, or tied her legs together so she couldn’t run, or shoved her into a cell. Now, judging by the look in his eye and the pistol in his hand, he was here for only one reason, and he wasn’t planning to wait to see it through. Armed with only a garden trowel in her hand, Syreena didn’t hesitate. She threw the little spade at Geo’s face, which was just enough distraction to jolt the revolver’s aim away from her head. She grunted as the bullet pierced her stomach instead, flowing right through her leather armor as if it weren’t even there, but at least that wouldn’t kill her there. Neither rogue wasted any energy on words. Syreena did not bother with asking why he was here, or trying to taunt him with insults, or attempting to intimidate him with threats. Though details were fuzzy, she knew without question that he was all business when dealing with her, thorough, and more than competent. As he raised the revolver for a second shot, Syreena was already in motion, rocking back on one heel to kick her other foot at Geo’s wrist. She felt the impact all the way to her hip, but the gun went sailing through the air. With the pistol gone, Geo drew two swords. As Syreena spun away, she pulled three small throwing knives from slots on her chest armor and flung them at him with deadly precision. He was quick with his swords though, and managed to deflect one of the blades. Another stuck in his armor and did no harm. The third blade, however, landed in the exposed flesh of his living arm. Syreena saw the reassuring sight of crimson blood running down his forearm as she drew two long daggers from her belt. Geo barely winced as he yanked the blade from his arm. Blood sprayed in an arc with the movement. The two stared at each other, and as one, moved in, both raising their blades for attack. Geo had the reach with the swords, but one of his arms was injured, and Syreena quickly took advantage of that, striking that arm again and again until it was near useless to the halfling. Her success did not come without a cost, however. One of her own arms was missing a chunk of flesh, her torso was pierced and sliced, and now Geo had her effectively pinned against the stone wall of the house. His demonsteel arm was raised, ready to pummel her head. He knew that was the only way to do permanent damage to a Forsaken. She ducked at the last second though, and his mechanical fist went through the wall, damaging the arm at the wrist in the process. Geo raised his sword and brought it down at Syreena’s neck, in a strike meant to decapitate the Forsaken. Her own dagger, however, had found its way under his chest piece and pierced the skin there, taking the momentum out of his swing just as it cut through the skin of her neck. Syreena thought this wound to her neck felt different somehow, but she would deal with that later. “I told you I would kill you someday,” Syreena hissed at him. In truth, she couldn’t remember saying such a thing to him, but it sounded like something she would say. Her golden glowing eyes were fixed on his face as she drove the dagger deeper up under his armor, and the tip of the blade went through his heart. This was something she would not forget. She studied him like that for a few minutes before pulling her weapon from his chest. She sheathed one dagger, but kept the other in hand, just in case of...anything. Going through Geo’s armor and pockets, she took any coins she found, as well as any other items that looked useful. The wrist of the mechanical arm was severely damaged after going through the stone wall. She was certain that house was severely damaged as well, but right now, she was more interested in the Eternal Aegis man that lay dead before her. “One down, four to go,” she said softly to herself. She finally put her dagger away and picked up one of Geo’s swords. She lifted it high and brought it down with all her strength at the weak point in the demonsteel wrist. After several tries, the blade finally cut through all the metal and the hand was free for her to take as a trophy. With the hand safely tucked into her armor, she moved to cut off Geo’s head, thinking she was way overdue in sending presents to Marrus and the rest of the Aegis. Before she had the chance to collect his head though, purple flames engulfed the body. The body was quickly consumed by the flames. When the void flames finally died out, nothing remained on the ground except a dark purple burn patch on the ground. Syreena reached up to scratch the side of her neck where Geo had cut her. She was no stranger to a variety of injuries, but this felt different. It was itchy, and, although she couldn’t see it, the color of the wound matched the purple of the patch on the ground. ((Story by Geodorik and Syreena))
  21. Wanted Lore Master

    Zarja! I remember you!
  22. [H] The Grim

    Update.... The Grim raid team has cleared Heroic Tomb and will be starting Normal Antorus when it opens on Tuesday. The PVP team is renewing its efforts to get enough people for a Rated BG team, and continues to run battlegrounds for fun and Honor in the meantime. The Inquisitors are planning a variety of fun events to start next month and occur at least twice a month. Current officers on Twisting Nether: Awatu-TN, Qabian-TN, Syreena-TN, Anaie-TN, Esrythalon-TN, Lupinum-TN Current officers on Wyrmrest Accord: Qabian-WrA, Syreenaa-WrA
  23. Hallow's End Party (Horde)

    ((Starts at 7:00 TN/RH server time. All Horde RPers are invited. Please pretend your character doesn't recognize anyone by sight who is in costume. The auction will be first. Characters won't know who they're bidding on. (But players will.) Proceeds will pay for the costume contest prizes, and future event prizes. The "date" doesn't have to be a date; it can be just a social visit, or the buyer can try to make their "date" do a job for them, etc.--be creative! The costume contest may be broken up into categories (scariest, funniest, etc.) depending on the number of participants. A few characters not competing will be asked to judge the contest. Costumes can be transmogs or just costume items equipped, no restrictions.))
  24. Hallow's End Party (Horde)

    On the Eve of Hallow's End, a Masquerade auction and costume contest was held in the Brill Cemetary. After a session of spooky storytelling, a costumed auction was held. People were "sold" to spend a day with the highest bidder. Jaina (Qabian) was sold to Scree (Tahz) for 1000 gold. Mr. Pumpkinhead (Borghul) was sold to Jaina (Qabian) for 2000 gold. The Dark Knight (Mystery Elf) was sold to Lady Pumpkin (Syreena) for 600 gold. The Terrible Thief (James Riley) was sold to the Dark Knight (Mystery Elf) for 300 gold. Scree (Tahz) was sold to Mr. Pumpkinhead (Borghul) for 400 gold. The Stars (Araun) was sold to Jaina (Qabian) for 500 gold. The gold from the sales was put toward the prize for the costume contest. The winner for the costume contest was a tie between Qabian "Jaina" Grimfire (also now known as "Coconuts") and Tahzani "The Sha" Tallfisher (also now known as "Scree"). THANK YOU to all who participated!
  25. A Rogue's Diary

    10.19.17 Well, I never heard anything more about stealing any rare spellbooks or Borghul planning anything. Maybe the note was just a practical joke from someone? The guard at Dragonsroost Port is still alive and well. I still take him cookies every now and then to try out a new concoction, or just to get the news there. It seems their base was recently attacked by gnomes who were intent on killing Cobrak. Can’t say I blame them, but it’s still a bit comical to picture little gnomes attacking the Borrowed Time base to try to kill that grumpy orc. The guard has come to look forward to my visits, and cookies, I think. He even invited me on a mission to a haunted house to look for treasure, though his elf partner doesn’t seem too thrilled about having me along. Qabian caught the girl and gave her to me. I gave her to Baal’themar, as a gift since he made me that pretty elf-skin suit a while back. I’m sure he’ll make a pretty project out of her in his basement before he kills her. I’ll go out and see in a few days, just how pretty her human insides are. As payback, I recommended Qabian for the position of High Inquisitor when I was asked for my opinion. Nevermind that I would have recommended him anyway, even if I didn’t owe him a favor. He’s the only Grim who seems to care about doing anything other than fighting demons these days. But if I can use this recommendation as payment for the favor I owed him, then I’m fine with being in the clear. Unfortunately, immediately after, he named me as his assistant. I couldn’t very well refuse after the Commander had just punched Qabian in the face for being flippant about the position and serving the Mandate. So now it’s back to doing paperwork and babysitting Supplicants. It’s not all bad though. I can make applicants being me presents, and make Supplicants to my bidding, and watch their reactions when Awatu tells them never to kneel after I’ve instructed them to always kneel to show respect to Grim officers. I’m not thrilled about answering to an elf, but at least it’s Qabian. He’s not that bad. I went with Karthok’s soldiers and ransacked an Alliance base. I got a strange book from the office there. The cover feels like flesh and looks like it has tattoos on it. It’s called “The Twilight Canticle.” I didn’t give it to the soldiers I was with, or the annoying ogre who went with us. Karthok would probably want it if he knew I had it, but he doesn’t. I wonder if the book is worth anything, and to who.