The guild compound was located in what once had been one of the prominent sections of Orgrimmar. The gate was slightly askew, which was convenient as it allowed Holdfast to slip through without having to challenge the well weathered hinges.
Two years ago he had walked out of those very gates, exhausted from the seemingly endless path of fighting and dying. He hadn’t been the first to leave, and he knew he wouldn’t be the last, but when he had left the courtyard had been full of fellow Grims. There had even been a couple of youngsters going through the arduous initiation process.
Those two years hadn’t been kind to his adopted family. The almost solid musky wet fermented bear scent that Maulrush carried around like a second suit of armor was completely gone. Also gone were flickering green lights caused by the frequent warlock conflicts between Demonseed, Fireye, Souleater, and Ellesendril, the piles of Tauren sized tanking armor that Woav, Rathguard, and Runningstorm always left lying around, the quiet tolerance of the Troll Healing Brigade. Everything that had given this compound life was gone. How could a home for so many have become so empty?
It was enough to make a warrior cry.
After a moment he noticed that his judgment had been hasty. There were signs of life, they just got lost in the size of the compound. In one corner of the courtyard Abominus still had his vats and pens active and churning out maggots. The stable had a few animals, and clearly needed a good mucking.
Walking into the guild dormitory it was clear that at least half a dozen Grims, if not more, were still active and about.
Well then. Good enough. He found an empty suite, checked for maggots, oversized spiders, and rogues, and started scrounging up some usable furniture. Time to check in with the family.
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The creation of the Grim Maw Clan has been lost in the mists of time (mainly due to the guild website getting hacked and abandoned twice). Rumor has it that it was created within the first month of the server's existence. In that time the guild has been about recruiting people (not their characters) that we want to spend time with, and then doing things together. We’ve raided (I joined while tanking MC, but through all the content), we’ve pvp’ed (including the Darnassus Lumberjack Squad), and we’ve rp’ed (*cough* Abominus *cough*).
Sadly, though, Cataclysm was not good for the Grims, and burnout hit us hard. I’m hoping to get a few candidates through the gates and into the Grim. We’re a family friendly guild based on having fun, enjoying the parts of the game that you enjoy, and together is better than alone. We’re RP friendly, pvp-ish, and into softcore raiding (not a big time requirement, but be cluefull and know what to do).
If you’re interested, whisper or drop a note to Abominus, Fynnious, or Crev.
Two years ago he had walked out of those very gates, exhausted from the seemingly endless path of fighting and dying. He hadn’t been the first to leave, and he knew he wouldn’t be the last, but when he had left the courtyard had been full of fellow Grims. There had even been a couple of youngsters going through the arduous initiation process.
Those two years hadn’t been kind to his adopted family. The almost solid musky wet fermented bear scent that Maulrush carried around like a second suit of armor was completely gone. Also gone were flickering green lights caused by the frequent warlock conflicts between Demonseed, Fireye, Souleater, and Ellesendril, the piles of Tauren sized tanking armor that Woav, Rathguard, and Runningstorm always left lying around, the quiet tolerance of the Troll Healing Brigade. Everything that had given this compound life was gone. How could a home for so many have become so empty?
It was enough to make a warrior cry.
After a moment he noticed that his judgment had been hasty. There were signs of life, they just got lost in the size of the compound. In one corner of the courtyard Abominus still had his vats and pens active and churning out maggots. The stable had a few animals, and clearly needed a good mucking.
Walking into the guild dormitory it was clear that at least half a dozen Grims, if not more, were still active and about.
Well then. Good enough. He found an empty suite, checked for maggots, oversized spiders, and rogues, and started scrounging up some usable furniture. Time to check in with the family.
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The creation of the Grim Maw Clan has been lost in the mists of time (mainly due to the guild website getting hacked and abandoned twice). Rumor has it that it was created within the first month of the server's existence. In that time the guild has been about recruiting people (not their characters) that we want to spend time with, and then doing things together. We’ve raided (I joined while tanking MC, but through all the content), we’ve pvp’ed (including the Darnassus Lumberjack Squad), and we’ve rp’ed (*cough* Abominus *cough*).
Sadly, though, Cataclysm was not good for the Grims, and burnout hit us hard. I’m hoping to get a few candidates through the gates and into the Grim. We’re a family friendly guild based on having fun, enjoying the parts of the game that you enjoy, and together is better than alone. We’re RP friendly, pvp-ish, and into softcore raiding (not a big time requirement, but be cluefull and know what to do).
If you’re interested, whisper or drop a note to Abominus, Fynnious, or Crev.
