217th of Scion, 1325AE - The Grim

Karra eyed the open letter on her desk, reading its contents for the hundredth time. It had been confusing to say the least, but the lack of detail did not halt her that this morning. Decisively, the charr dipped her quill in her ink well to start the first page of her journal.

The day I met the Grim Warband was an... interesting one. The first Grim I met was outside our barracks. I was training Barar during our off-duty as I have been since I initiated him into the Scar.

Barar was only freshly out of the fahrar when we first met. His young warband had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and it was the Scar passing by that which saved the Night from complete annihilation. It was then that I got the scar that runs down my left side... Fucking Ettins coming out of bloody nowhere. You’d think something THAT tall wouldn’t be hard to miss.

Karra sighed and turned the page.

Anyway, the first that I met was Rragar Grimblade. He was relatively tall for a male charr and well-built. However, he wore the most uncharr-like armor I’ve ever seen. I had to keep myself from laughing too hard at the flashy get-up. Nevertheless, when he challenged me, he agree to remove the ridiculous thing and fight me with only his weapons. Oh it was a nice adrenaline rush, but the male couldn’t keep up with my dexterity. And some say females should go back to just making cubs and cooking.

She chuckled outright before continuing.

Once his pride was patched back up, he gave this speech about joining some guild or trade union. To be honest, I wasn’t really that interested. My sights were on being a tribune.

Nevertheless, I took the scrap of paper he handed me and headed down to the ruins to where which the paper had indicated.

I never visit the Ruins of Rin. Don’t see much of a point, it’s a -human- ruin after all. Who gives two shits about their leftovers?

It was down there in that creepy pit that I met up with the second, Aquesta Grimheart. She was a curious little thing, younger than me, but held a certain confidence. If she hadn’t been a necromancer, I might have grown to like her. 

She told me more about the Blade and how it seemed to run. Now my interest had been perked. This Blade would be a perfect way to sharpen my skills. She tested me in her own fashion and I destroyed three of the minions she set on me. The fourth I tossed off into the ruins, ahahha. 

Unlike Rragar, Aquesta seemed interested in answering my questions. Most of the time when I asked something, there was more to ask about though. And it was then I learned the worst part of the Blade.

Humans.

Those disgusting, flower-picking, god-worshiping bags of meat were going to be in the Blade too. Oh and that’s not the best part, some of them would be HIGHER ranked than me. Aquesta earnestly told me I’d have to listen to their orders!

The charress laughed so hard she had to flip the page for she smeared her ink on the current one.

If any human decided to order me around, higher rank in Blade or not, they’d better watch their back.

Now the third, Urok Grimjaw, he was some piece of work. Definitely, didn’t seem the age that Aquesta put him to, but she was young, maybe everything felt old to her. Well save for me. She and Rragar commented on my age... saying that I was a -young- legionnaire. What rock did they crawl out under? Meh. Not important.

Me being me, I decided to stick my foot into two doors in the Blade; the Battalion and the Armory. For the Armory, I’d have to create a piece of armor. However, that wasn’t going to happen. Now I’m great with a blade... but I can’t create shit. Now if you want me to repair it, I’ll do that. I find more passion in returning things to their original state so I’ll leave the creativity to those who have it.

For the rite, Urok gave me one of the most damaged pieces of metal I’d ever seen. Apparently despite the holes, dents, and cracks, the wearer had miraculously survived whatever decided to beat him up that badly. Nonetheless, I repaired the armor. Took me the rest of the day in fact. It surprised me that when I set my tools down, Aquesta was there waiting. Surely she had at least done something? To each his own. We discussed more about the Blade.... but I was getting to the point where I started to realize this whole get up just didn’t scream me. I couldn’t be a soldier again after almost 20 years in battle, especially since I was a legionnaire. That necromancer, I do commend her for putting up with my shit, took every insult I threw at her Blade... Aquesta offered a position as a “Outrider”. A scout type supply officer. It was perfect, I could use my warband for advantage in both the Legion and the Blade. 

Now I can officially call myself of the Blade.

Karra put down her quill and fingered the amulet around her neck. Interesting days lay ahead.