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Grimmy’s Angels: It Looked Good on Paper

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“Good morning, ladies!”, the dwarf’s disembodied voice came seemingly from the wall.

“Good morning, Grimmy!”; the three women gathered in the common room of their abode didn’t seem to mind.  If anything, they seemed amused.

“Ach! I asked you not to call me that!”


“Who was that? Flora, was that you? I bet it was!”

“You can prove nothing, dear Uncle!”, the warlock smirked at the wall.

The mage interrupted. “Uh, everybody, this Magic Mouth spell is hella expensive, so maybe we should …”

“Ach, just so, just so! To business, then!”

Grimm's Apartment

“I’ve arranged to chat with ya like this because there’s a matter of great concern to tha’ Alliance, and yer a lot closer to the action than I am up here in the Highlands. We’ve been offered a substantial sum o’ money to do a job. Not only that, but if we succeed, we’ll strike a heavy blow agin the Twilight’s Hammer cult, and I don’t think anyone would disagree that that’s a good thing.”

/nods of assent around the room.

“So there’s this artifact. When the Goblin homeland of Kezan blew up, the artifact came under the care of Baron Revilgaz in Booty Bay, who is apparently distantly related to Trade Prince Gallywix. We’re unclear on the specifics of what the artifact is, but we do know where it’s kept. SI:7 has also informed me that the Twilight’s Hammer believes that if it can get this item, it will gain an advantage over the Horde. While we have no desire to help th’ Horde, we have even less desire to see the Hammers gain any advantage – over anyone!

Revilgaz has been approached about this, but has rebuffed all offers, Alliance or Horde.  So. We’re to go in, get the item, and return to Stormwind with it.  And we need to do so before the Horde mounts a similar operation, if they haven’t already. This can’t fall into their hands, now that it’s in play!”

Flora scowled; “Then I assume we might bump into our Horde counterparts?”

“Aye, that’s a possibility.  So dress appropriately – no identifying marks! You’re free agents, not working for SI:7.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“There’s a hidden chamber behind Revilgaz’ headquarters, been there for years. It’s guarded by this fellow posing as a Rogue trainer. You  have to get past the trainer, and open the secret door. SI:7 has been helpful enough to find where the catch to the door is, and to inform us that there is an additional guard behind the door. You have to get past them both without alerting the other guards, or leaving any hint that this is an Alliance operation.

The item is in a locked room just beyond. Illume will freeze the lock and Flora’s felguard will bash it open.  The item is small enough for the Felguard to carry, so all you need to do is get to the room, neutralize the guards, get the item, and Illume ports you to Stormwind. Drop it off at SI:7 and collect a fat paycheck. Let them worry about it from there.”

The priest stirred; “What’s my role in this?”

“…”, the voice of the dwarf conveyed unease. “I … uh … need ya to heal, in case anything goes south. Shields, frisbees, that sort of stuff.”

“HEAL?!”, the priest practically exploded. “You know how I feel about that! I’ve been healing so long I’m getting crosseyed staring at the wall.  Can’t you send bandages or something?”

“Jasra! You’re a priest! And I know you’ve had some rough patches, lass, but ..  really, it’s time. You need to rez up your healing duds and give us a hand. And ya know I wouldna ask if it wasn’t a matter of importance.  Yer too precious to us all to cause pain to. I can’t avoid it, though. Azeroth needs ya. You three are what we have, and I have all the confidence in the world in ye all.”

“*sigh*”  “That’s a terrible thing to say.”

“OK, they’re tellin’ me that the connection’s about ta be cut. See Master Shaw at SI:7 HQ on yer way there, he’ll have the particulars about the who, what, when, and where.  I’ll see ya as soon as I can!”

There was a diminishment of presence in the room; the mage spoke first. “Connection lost. I hope he didn’t forget anything.”

Flora nodded. “OK, let’s suit up. I’ll let Fai know she has the watch while we’re out.”

As the others dispersed, the priest sighed, tossed back a final drink, and slogged off to her apartment.

* * * * * *

Table for Three

Even after getting a tsunami and a ship dropped on it, Booty Bay was a vibrant hive of scum and villainy.  Fortunately, the warlock was a regular visitor, so she could move about with relative freedom.  Her companions were another matter.

“You guys hang out here at the Blue Recluse. I’ll hook up with a couple of Milo’s people down there, we’ll summon you, and we’ll go on in. Sound like a plan?”  The other two agreed.  “I’m not sure I can ever fully trust Milo, but he didn’t seem too suspicious. Take this stone. If anything happens to me, it’ll disintegrate. You’ll have a moderate amount of time to get to me before it’s too late.  Hopefully, we won’t need to worry about that.  Good luck. I’ll see you there.”  With that, she got up, turned, and left the tavern.

The priest and the mage looked after her. “I’m not getting a good vibe, Jas.”, the mage broke the silence first.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her take precautions like this before.”

TableForTwo The priest glared into her cup like it might hold an answer. “Backup plans, we need one.”  The mage nodded. Jasra continued; “We should get in place somewhere close by without giving Flora away.”

Illume considered for a moment. “How do we get word to her about that?”

“We don’t! If she’s walking into a trap, the last thing want is for her to inadvertently give us away.”

“And that’s not all … “  As she talked, Illume went from doubtful, to concerned, to grudgingly agreeable. But it was a close thing.

* * * * * *


“I didn’t even know this place had a basement.” The warlock moved cautiously. Repairs to the already ramshackle buildings had not reached these levels yet, and it showed.  Frequently. Through the broken slats.

“Yeah, the boss has an agreement with the Baron – he doesn’t really make it easy to find, the boss pays premium for a nice out of the way hidey hole, everybody’s happy.” The goon that had met her in the tavern didn’t look capable of having a happy thought if you pummeled him with clowns. “Comes in handy for this sort of thing.”

“Yeah … okay, let’s get this done. I’m on a tight timeline here.”

“Sure thing, toots.”  The other goon looked like a reject from extras casting in The Orc Detective, with an extra coat of sleaze applied for atmosphere.

I’m glad I won’t be working much longer with him, Flora thought. Milo hates it when I torch his cronies, and asks far too much in compensation.

Speaking Words, she called down a portal from the Nether. She and her companions placed hands on, and she extended her summons, first for one, then the other of her friends.  There was a slight delay, and Illume appeared. Where’s Jasra? Something’s not right.

Huh – thought you said two people.”  The less offensive goon seemed almost on the brink of cognizance.

Trying to keep her face neutral, she turned back to the stone. “Okay, guys, we’re done here. We’ll be out of here in no time. Tell Milo I said thanks, and I’ll catch him up before too long, I’m sure.”

“Why don’t you tell me yourself, my dear?”

A chill shot up her spine at the words. Without turning, she knew what she sensed. Milo Oddcog – boss of the Stormwind underworld, who she did odd jobs for now and then – and at least two Felguards, were blocking the only exit in the room.


“You think you can go off and do work for someone else and not cut me in?” Milo didn’t sound too amused. “You’ve always been insolent, Floramel, but this is just too much! I will know who this other boss is. And if you talk nicely, I may think of a reason not to shard you and your friend – Illume, isn’t it? – permanently.”

This is bad.

She turned, and realized that not only Milo and his companions were blocking the door, but also a grinning Baron Revilgaz and a very angry looking Fleet Master Seahorn.

This is way worse than bad.

Jasra, where the Hells are you?

* * * * * *

As she felt the summons taking place, Jasra looked over at her companion and muttered, “Here goes nothing.”  She *fwooshed* into shadow form, then nodded to Illume. “Let’s do this.”  Illume did that little mental twist that accepted the summons, and rezzed into the room. Jasra wandered off towards where they thought Flora was at the moment, on foot.

I was right! she thought as she located, then approached the basement room. Nice and dark, the perfect place to do shady business. These people are predictable. Quietly, she faded back into the shadows. If you didn’t know to look in the right way, you wouldn’t even notice the glowing eyes in the corner. If this goes well, Flora won’t mind a little subterfuge. If it goes south, I don’t guess she’ll mind, either.

And then Milo sauntered past her, into the room.

Right. Plan “B”, then.


* * * * * *

“While the basement is suitable for such things, I prefer the privacy of my little nook here for getting things done.”, Revilgaz seemed quite pleased with himself as he led them up the stairs and right into the secret cave that they were supposed to have broken in to. Apparently the cave held more than just treasure.  Oh! Illume saw the irons and regretted being right. Stealing a glance behind her, she saw Jasra’s wispy form moving from shadow to shadow. Stay with us, sister! I have a feeling you’re all we have.

“Have a seat, dear Floramel.”, Milo was gloating as his goons fastened her into a wooden chair with iron cuffs on the arms. “I acquired this from the Kirin Tor. They deny it exists, of course, but it is an exquisite instrument, worthy of their skill. It can deliver pain on demand. Pure, undiluted, pain, until you decide to talk. And if we get tired, we’ll try your friend out and see how she likes it.”


“I’m familiar with it, Milo. It’s a lot of fun to use. Maybe I’ll show you sometime.”

The gnome scowled.  “You really should be more respectful. We’re not too kind to turncoats, as you well know.”

The door opened and the “Rogue Trainer” Ian Strom wandered in.  Revilgaz looked irritated.”What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to be guarding the door, simpleton!”  The guard’s face was uncharacteristically blank. Flora puzzled over that for a moment before it dawned on her. Mind control! Jasra! Oooo, I’m gonna kill her. And then hug the stuffings out of her! Looking over at Illume, she saw a half-smile. “Show time”, the mage whispered.

And then all Hells broke loose.


— Strom produced a very stout club and started swinging like it was going out of style, starting with Milo’s henchmen.

— Illume’s shield went up and the room grew several degrees colder.

— Flora felt hands move along her wrists, undoing the catches. “Sorry too keep you in the dark, sister”, Jasra whispered in her ear. “I had a hunch”.

— Illume silenced Milo. Milo started to panic.

— Free of her bonds, Flora started the – seemingly impossibly long – summoning ritual for her Felguard.

— Milo’s goons sprang into action. One bounced off of Illume’s shield. She smiled, and sheeped him.

— The other goon attacked Strom, only to stop mid-swing as the ice storm hit.

— Revilgaz started to move …

— and it was over.

“Take your hands off your weapons, all of you, or Revilgaz gets hit so hard his soul shard will take three weeks to catch up to us.”  Flora’s felguard unflinchingly held his axe to Revilgaz’ throat, and leered with anticipation. “What happened to your friends, little goblin?”

* * * * * *

As Revilgaz threw open the safe door, he muttered. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This thing is poison. The only reason I’m holding it is because I have family over there.” He beckoned towards a framed painting on the wall.

Flora paled. “Oh, my stars and garters. This can’t POSSIBLY have come from this dimension! Are you kidding me? This is it?!”

Revilgaz gleefully nodded. “Told ya”, He grinned. “You still want it? I have no problem with that. Cousin Gallywix will just have to come for it himself. I’ll be glad to be rid of the damned thing!”

The Vault

Illume came into the room and flinched. “Ouch. Was this a punishment of some sort?”  She looked over at Floramel, who was still slightly shaken. “Maybe we should just pretend we were never here and make up some story …”

Jasra pushed past them both, looked at the painting, and grinned.  “Oh, Light, no. We take it, and turn it in as we were paid to do. I want to share the joy.”

Turning to Milo, Flora pondered her options. “What am I going to do with you, Milo?  You don’t have exclusive rights to my contract, and you know it. You’re getting greedy, old gnome, and it’s liable to land you in hot water. Maybe I should just terminate the contract right now.”  Her Felguard made happy noises.

“Oh, there’s no reason for that, dear, girl!”  The damned gnome was incorrigible. “I have a strict forgive and forget policy. I’ll forgive this little incident, if you forget you were ever here!”  Floramel grinned, but Jasra pushed past her. “As long as you don’t ‘forget’ that the next time you cross any of us, Flora’s felguard might not be around to stop me.”

Milo grinned up at her. “Not at all, my dear! And if you ever need work, stop by!  I could find plenty of uses for someone with your talents!”

Letting him go, Jasra pondered the full meaning of the crime lord’s admiration.


* * * * * *

“So they have no idea you were working for us?”

“No, Master Shaw. As far as they know, Flora was just working for a rival Boss. They’ll be hot to find out who, but for now it’s under control. I’m sure your organization can find ways to confound them.”  Illume was all business when she wanted to be.

“Now, here’s the thing you wanted.”  She handed over the painting, covered in cloth.  Jasra grinned “I dare you to open it.”

Shaw gave her a puzzled glance, then threw off the cloth.

“By the Light! This is worse than I ever imagined! No wonder they kept it locked up!”

Floramel held out her hand. “I think that concludes our business. If you would, we want to put some distance between us and that piece of … work … as soon as possible.”

“Um, sure. Here. Alliance thanks you and relies upon your discretion. Don’t spend it all in one place.”  Staring, Shaw was clearly not coping well.

His money was good, nevertheless.

* * * * * *

“I do appreciate you having a backup plan, but did you really have to keep me in the dark about it?”

“Well, we didn’t really think of it until you were gone, and it didn’t seem safe to try to get a letter to you in Booty Bay.”  Illume had at least enough grace to look embarrassed.

Jasra was clearly amused, though. “It was totally worth it to see the look on your face. Both when Illume ported in alone, and later when I unfastened you from that chair.  Worth every little bit of it.”

Flora tried to glare, but the amusement kept fighting past her eyes. “Oh, I really think Shadowform suits you, sister. You’ll be Milo’s favorite in no time, at the rate you’re going. I may well have to find a new patron.”

Truly smiling for the first time in a long time, Jasra raised her mug. “Well, I can’t have that on my conscience. I’ll find something else to occupy my time. To my sisters, the Alliance, new pursuits, and the look on Shaw’s face!”

Grinning like fiends, the three of them toasted their success, and set about the task of a good bender.

Blue Recluse

And now, we begin

Every since that day when my family reclaimed me, I’ve vowed vengeance upon those that almost turned me against them.

I remember that cold, oily voice:

“Thiss one. Oh, thiss one hass sso much potential! Her associatess are powerful! The Masster will be pleassed! No mere foot soldier, sshe … sshe will provide uss with many opportunitiess!”

Aye, my own family – they would turn me against them! Even after I was Awakened by Mograine’s daring rebellion, I was afraid that I’d somehow turn on them and rue the day that I came back.

Since the day I set foot back in my own home, I’ve vowed to fight against that with every breath I take. And I have.

I also vowed … that the Scourge would suffer. Maybe I can make them uncomfortable. Maybe I can teach them that Grimm, Jas, Flora, and Illume aren’t the only members of this clan to contend with.

Today, I make my first steps into Northrend. The horrors here are more kin to me now than my own family. But my family is all I really have to fight for, and I’ll fight to keep it safe, for myself.

The horrors of Northrend will know fear. They will know pain. They will know me.

And then they will die.

There are some in my order that can still feel the Lich King bearing down upon them, taunting them to come back. There are others that hear voices demanding vengeance, and that drives them. I … feel nothing. Nothing except a seething rage against Arthas and his kin.

It will have to do. Maybe I can find something better when I’m done.


OOC: What may come

I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music
And it breaks my heart;
And it breaks my heart

When writing stories, there are two opposing forces that must be balanced to make a story successful.

  • You need a plan – a plot, some idea of where things are going. Just jotting down random words until you reach 600 pages’ worth of “stuff” is rarely a best-seller (I’ll avoid some obvious jokes, here).
  • You need to “listen” to your characters. Forcing a character to do something that is not consistent with the rest of the story undermines them, as well as other characters and possibly the whole story. Just because there is a fixed story arc does not mean that your character has to follow a fixed path to get to it. On the other hand, you can’t let style get in the way of story (David Lynch, I’m looking at you).

One of the first examples I remember in this regards is the writer J. Michael Straczynski, who famously (or notoriously) penned the science fiction TV series “Babylon 5”. The reason it comes foremost in my mind is that he was one of the first series writers to so enthusiastically embrace the early internet and share his writing process with the fanbase.

As a result, we ended up with insights into his writing process. Yes, he had an overall five-year story arc. At the same time, he’d run into situations where his characters would influence the story in surprising ways, and, rather than resist, he let the character “speak” to him.

Voices in his head, as it were. 🙂   And yes, he practically used that metaphor.

Over the years, many writers that I respect have shared similar insights in a public forum. They all express it differently, of course, but in the end it boils down to the characters themselves often driving the story in unexpected directions.

I offer no pretensions when I mention this, but I do try to emulate that outlook with this blog, when we get into character-y sort of stories.

Take, for example the recent “origin” story for Illume. I had a few ideas on her origin, but once I got Grimm and Illume into the room and started writing their “scripts”, some surprises emerged. For example, Illume actually forgetting that she could make her own food and drink when stuck in the wilderness. Has it happened in-game? Yes, it has. But until her story started to unfold, I had completely forgotten about that – and then, “well, sure, that makes perfect sense.”

Also, the act of writing the stories are, in fact, a treat for me, because I get to learn new things about them. The idea that Jasra might *pouf* into shadowform when she got really angry, for example, or Faiella’s going into hiding once she was liberated from Arthas – these were elements I did not anticipate.

That makes me wonder, if “real” writers get the same feelings when things come together in the right way. If maybe, that’s what keeps them going.

There have been times when I wanted to pull the plug on this here blog and walk away from it; when the “community” enraged me and I couldn’t find ways to express myself in any way that wasn’t hurtful. Times like that make it all seem pointless.

And yet, there are so many stories yet to tell, and I look forward so much to getting them out there, just to hear the voices that they use to tell the stories. Illume’s story’s only begun; Slithmere my rogue will face a trial that may break him; Amus the Paladin has yet to prove himself in a way he finds satisfactory – will he get the chance? I want to find out for myself.

For all of the toons, I have a general “plot”. I know where they are going, in general. These plotlines are ripening, each to be revealed when it is ready – and readiness, in these cases, will depend on the character telling me when that is.

And right now, I’m looking forward to it.

Ah, Silverpine.

The Dwarf pondered the possibilities as he sniffed the air for hints of where to go next. Next to him, his tiger, Random, sighed contentedly as he devoured a haunch of fresh meat. It’s best not to watch, the Dwarf thought. Dinner’ll go down easier if ye dunna watch.  A futile effort, of course, and cheese looked to figure largely on the menu after the big cat had dined.

But first, the game, which, being afoot, was rather large. Worgen. He had heard tales of this Arugal fellow in Shadowfang Keep, and meant to test his mettle if he could but find his way there and survive the job of getting to the old wizard.

Random growled. “What is it, fella?”, the Hunter whispered, and readied his gun. Were Worgen considered human, or animal, or something else? This close to the gate into Gilneas, where worgen were known to roam, it was hard to predict what might be found, and his tracking senses often got confused. At least if it was one of those damned undead creatures, it would be obvious.

Following instinct, the hunter and his companion proceeded; closer to the gate, all the time. Eventually, the cause of the big cat’s distress was heard; the sound of a young woman, weeping.

OaGD1 She was ragged, frail, despondent.  She looked like she could have eaten shoe leather if she could only find some. Hunkered down beneath a fallen tree trunk, she appeared to be trying to stay warm. A wretched specimen. Unlimbering his Common, he tried to reach her. “Here, lass, how do ye end up in such a place as this? Are ye ‘ungry?”  He extended his hand, holding a packet of jerky. “Here, ye could use this, from th’ looks of it.”

She jumped at the sound, but didn’t run. Hesitant at first, her hunger overcame her fear and she grasped, and ate greedily. “That’s better,” he coaxed, setting a water skin out where she could get it. “Easy, take your time or you’ll get sick.”  Remembering lessons past, he tried to get her to talk, which would slow her down a little.

“Name’s Grimmtooth, formerly of Grim Batol. I’m a hunter with the Alliance these days.” Some interest. “And what’s yer name, lass?”

She paused. Good. “Um. Name’s Illume”, she muttered around a mouthful of food. “‘m a mage.”

“A mage? Haven’t you learned to conjure food yet?”

She froze. Her eyes got wider. “I, uh …. ” – she blushed – “I forgot I could.”

Mages! “Not exactly th’ survivalist type, are you?”, he chuckled  She shook her head. “Well, let’s get ye somewhere safe, lass. You from Gilneas?”

She nodded, dejectedly. “They closed the gates. Master sent me to get herbs, I knew where some were out here. They told me. They told me. I, I, didn’t listen. They closed the gates! Oh Gods!”  Tears started streaking the dirt on her face before she covered it and started weeping again.

Stunned, Grimmtooth considered options. Well, I think we can call the hunting expedition a wash. Still – they CLOSED THE GATE?

“Lass, stay ‘ere. I’m gonna look around a little, and come back. Get ahold of yerself, eat a little bit. We’ll sort somethin’ out.”


Sure enough, the gate was closed. No guards present, nothing. When asked, the mage professed ignorance of what was going on. After a while, he had to take her at her word.

Taking her back to Southshore seemed to be the best option, staying clear of that damned internment camp. As they travelled, he considered her story. She had no family either side of the wall, she said, and had been staying at her Master’s keep as she trained in the Arcane arts. He had big plans for her, and had started inquiries into Dalaran before it got destroyed.

What to do with her?  She was a bit old, but he pretty much had made up his mind anyway. After all, she needed a home, and she probably wasn’t capable of fending for herself quite yet.

“Listen, lass. If you haven’t a place to stay, I’ve been known ta take in an orphan or two in my time. Even if ya just need time ta get back on yer feet before ya move on. I’m a orphan meself, I know how scary it can be. An’ ye can continue yer training in Ironforge, if ye don’t mind Gnomes.”

She was visibly startled. “I … I don’t know what to do. You’re right, I’ve never been on my own. But I feel like I’m … imposing.”

“Well, ye can make up yer mind in a room of yer own in a warm, dry place. Yer not likely to get a better deal.”  He grinned at her.


Finally – finally – a smile crept out. Wiping away a stray tear, she knelt down and took his hand. “You’re right, of course. I probably won’t impose on you long, but your offer is most kind and I accept.”

He was still grinning when he realized that somehow a stray tear had snuck out on him as well. Silly Dwarf, he admonished himself. You really need to stop being such an old softie.


“Okay, everybody, turn out! Uncle Grimm’s home and I have a present for ye!”

“You’re home early, Uncle!”, Jasra exclaimed as she came bouncing out of her room – and skidded to a dead stop when she saw the mage. “Oooooo! Hello!”

As his charges gathered in the common room, he presented them to each other. “Flora, Jas, Slithmere – this is Illume, our new cousin. I found her up in Silverpine.  She needs a home, so here we are.”

“Illume, we ‘ave here Floramel, who I found on the streets of Stormwind, and Jasra and Slithmere, who I found in Warsong. They’re brother and sister.

Slithmere shyly bowed, and Jasra approached, reaching out to touch her cheek. Illume felt a tingle as healing energy flowed into her. “I’m couldn’t help but notice you were hurt,” the Elf murmured. Brightening a bit, she exclaimed – “Illume! That’s Kaledori for ‘Light Giver’!”

Still a little disoriented, the mage nodded. “You should see what Mom named our pets.”  She noticed the warlock – Floramel? – eying her.

“A mage, huh? Probably forgot you could conjure your own food, I bet. I know mages, they’re lucky to remember which end of the wand to point at the bad guys!”

Illume blushed as she heard the dwarf stifle a guffaw. Flora’s eyebrows climbed up into her bangs. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”  A look at Illume’s expression was all she needed. “Bah! We’ve got a lot of work to do, sister. Come along then, let’s get you settled!”

And like an exasperated force of nature, she swept the mage out of the room.

Unable to contain himself any longer, the Dwarf let out a chuckle. “I guess we’ll keep her, then.”  His night elf charges let out little chuckles as well, and they sat down to catch up while Flora dragged her new sister around the apartment.


As the sun set, he looked out over the Wetlands at the blur that was his old home, Grim Batol.  He always told Flora he could see his family’s old apartment windows from here, but they both knew he was pulling her leg. It was a game they both enjoyed.

Now, however, he was contemplating his new charge; who to make introductions to, what possible opportunities she might have in her new home, as well as King Bronzebeard’s reaction to his news about the closing of the Greymane Gate. Change was in the air again, and everybody was on edge. Times like this, it’s good to have a place to call home, and a family of sorts to come home to.

The young mage approached him. “Cousin Flora told me you might be out here.”

“Aye, from ‘ere I can see the windows to my family’s old ‘omestead. I like looking at it. It comforts me.”

She cocked an eyebrow.  Oh ho, Flora’s let her in on that already, then. Ruin all my fun, she does!

“I wanted to thank you again for giving me a place to stay. Everybody’s been so kind.  But … I won’t be able to stay long. I have to get back to Silverpine, figure out what’s going on somehow.”

“Aye, the hospitality is yours to accept or decline as you wish, but I think Flora’d miss you. As would I. Everybody needs a home, Illume. Even if it’s just for a while.  I hope you’ll reconsider.”

Letting out a soft sigh, she knelt down to look him in the eye. “I have to tell you something, then, before I can accept. And I doubt you’ll want me around after that.”

“Well, ye won’t know until ye tell me, will ye?”

Taking a deep breath, she told him.


Letters of Introduction in hand, the young mage approached the mages’ tower in Stormwind. “If anyone gives you any trouble, you just let me know”, Flora had told her. “My friend Milo will take care of it.”  From what she’d heard around the tables in the Blue Recluse, she wasn’t so sure she wanted the sort of help that Milo had to offer, but her sister’s assurances were strangely comforting, just the same.

After she had shared her secret with Grimmtooth – Uncle Grimmtooth, she reminded herself – he had rocked back on his heels a bit, then said “Well, it looks like you need help – good thing we found you!”  He took her hand and assured her: “Family is unconditional, and yer part of our family now. I’ll keep yer secret for ye, don’t ya fret. And when yer ready, we’ll be there ta help.”

The future was brighter than it had been since that terrible day that her family had been taken from her. With a handful of introduction letters and possibilities, she faced the future with – for the first time in a long time – hope.

Not everybody gets a second chance, she thought. I don’t intend to waste mine.

Now … did they say the office was to the left, or to the right? Come on, Illume, we have much to do!

But I hold on, and I
Feel strong, and I
Know that I can.

Getting used to it.
Lit the fuse to it.
Like to know who I am.

Been talking to myself forever.
And how I wish I knew me better.
Still sitting on a shelf and never,  ever seen the sun shine brighter.

And it feels like me,  on a good day