((Cross-posted from the Grim forums))

Orgog wasn’t surprised the night elf had ceased his cowardly shouting after arriving in Orgrimmar. He had met many night elves before, albeit always in combat scenarios. They had a habit of keeping their cool under pressure, especially when it came to their pride in the face of an enemy. Orgog dragg...

Drakes, wyverns and various other flying mounts ascended into the sky in swift retreat from the Temple of Elune in Darnassus. Orgog directed his own armored wyvern towards a tree off on the edge of the isle of Teldrassil, overlooking the Veiled Sea. A blind spot, where night elven riders could not s...

((Originally written by Ruuki)) Ruuki had been checking the notices pinned to the guild hall message board when the bags arrived. She was used to gifts of tribute being made to the Grim, and she'd seen plenty in her short time as an officer. Once she found out who it was from, she directed the deliv...

Orgog tossed the last corpse onto the pile that had amassed during the long day of fighting. Nearby peons were already sifting through the heap of mangled limbs and bodies. He had told them at the day’s start what he sought from them. The feckless runts tentatively cut ears and stripped bones from t...

Welcome, welcome Cait. You're gonna enjoy your stay, trust me. By the way, your character sounds interesting to me already. I really hope we meet up in game someday.

You say this like I've been directly hired by the Explorer's League. I specifically said I'm a free agent. I find things and sell them. More of a treasure hunter than a official archaeologist. I bought maps to dig sites, but I never got on their payroll. Keep in mind Finch is only hanging around bec...

Brinnea limps back to the other fighters, who have seemingly slain Accalia. Vionora is on the ground, and the warlock from before is cradling her limp body. Brinnea could tell the elf had died, she knew what a corpse felt like. As the blood from her armor stitched her wounds back together, Brinnea f...

As the girl’s condition worsened, she became more aware of her surroundings. She didn’t seem to appreciate being locked up in a troll’s hut in the ruins of Zul’Gurub. That made it harder to keep her alive, but Kazarak persevered. He wasn’t about to let her roam free, corrupting the spirits of his ho...

“My BLOOD!” Brinnea screamed as the priest’s rowboat slipped away from her, towards the dark smudge in the distance. “No! You cannot have it!” The spot where he had touched her, marked her, was burning like a wildfire. She could feel the black blood fading. Slowly, the mark was pulling her master’s ...