Pikki wiped down the counter. The crowd last night had been rowdy and she had kicked several out this morning who had slept under the tables. She tossed the rag in the bucket and walked over to shut and lock the door. She would be packing up and moving the Mad Grin, the team she…
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Mad Grin Pub - OPEN!
Pikki ran her hand across the smooth wood of the new bar. Her cousin had left the place in shambles, maybe he would find better “use” for his talents in Silithus, where she had instructed he be deposited. She looked around, the décor was spare, but would serve until more…
Changing of the guard
Naiali reread the letter, then placed it in her pocket and headed to her hut to pack things. She had never settled in, knowing she could be called on again. She traveled light at any rate - unencumbered. Pikki needed her north again, the "situation" she had monitored had…
Gol'Kosh: Crow's update.
Crow sits at a table shuffling through a huge stack of parchments. Some are very old the signature of Solarian starting to fade with age. Others not quite as old still hold the pungent odors of stonard and Margars marking. Crow holds in his hands some of the most recent papers…
Mud's Secret
Mudbrain crept quietly through the gates of desolation hold. Thoughts of the night before played through his head. He could still taste the blood, though it had long been used up. But moreover, the sorrow at how much he'd fallen captive to his peculiar condition. Shadowstrype…
Day Long Battle with Worg Shit
Drek'jar Frosthowl shielded his eyes from the blazing sun, gritting his teeth as sweat beaded across his forehead. Looking behind him, he examined the gathering of both grots and grunts alike that bore the tabard of the Blacktooth Grin. Behind them all stooda flag bearer, the…
Erwaz
((Hey Grin. Alot of you don't know me, and those who have seen me know I'm quiet. That's one part me, other part my character. Thought this would give some background on who my character is.)) I do not speak well. I never did speak well. This makes me not speak much. I do not…
A Hallowed Guest
<A rather morose looking orc walks up to Pikki holding a few papers, one of which stands out from the rest. A finely wrapped parchment is sealed with pressed violet wax. Opening it reveals carefully scripted words in black ink, each character hinting a softness of the author, if…
Bloodlines
Kragh sat with his back to the wall of the Chieftain's chambers, idly flipping a thin stone knife between his hands. "It seems so strange for my father to have recognized me as his son, and then immediately attempted something so foolish for the sake of the clan." He stopped…
Gol'kosh Patrol Reports
Pikki looks over her team assignments again and nods. The extent of the human outposts had been a surprise when she had first gotten the report from her agent at Bogpaddle. Apparently they had found a way to avoid the corruption, although with a open access to the harbor, they…
"In Pursuance of the Old Ways" Official Thread
Greetings Grinners and welcome to the Official Thread of our current campaign. this is were we will keep track of whats happened, we will also be posting here each new Step, Please feel free to add a post to this on what your characters experiences are during this campaign , any…
Kitchens
A hilltop retreat bordering Mulgore and Ferelas has a small campfire beginning, and a tied kayak, bobbing at the lakeshore. “Thank you all for coming tonight, I will not keep you long. I am sorry that I could not make it to the hold. ” Nimbus’ tauren sighs deep, popping open a…
The Silken Tapestry: Rode's story contest entry
(repost from the old forum, enjoy!) The Silken Tapestry Prologue Orgrimmar , capital of the Horde forces, was celebrating its decennial. Since its founding by Warchief Thrall near the end of the third war, this mighty city had been home to many seeking comfort and security from…
The Watcher awakens.
Riders on black worgs swarmed across the field to meet the demon horde. The Watcher could see it all, had seen it all many times, it was as real as though he stood in that red dust under the baking sun, yet he knew he was but a wraith and could no more effect the coming…
Thunderhoof Clan
This was a story told last night by Mootonka to the Clan. Any and all our welcome. I must sit, I am sorry clan. It was a long and late night, I am very weary so please, just let me speak and your questions will be answered at the end. Dimmi and I were sitting at the pond last…