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Character: Sylvanas Windrunner (

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Setting: Room 01-01. Dormatory Halls at night.
Format: Starting with action. Will match.
Summary: The Forsaken Queen wakes up to the tower. She doesn't take it well.
Warnings: Violence. Maiming. Death threats. Zombies. The works.

[Room 01-01]
The room had been empty when she woke in her bed, reading that letter for the first time. She wasted no time in changing out of the white suit into her armor proper. White was the only color that was nauseous to be in. Too pure. It made her skin crawl with disgust. Pulling her hood down over her eyes, that felt more natural.

The trunk was filled to the brim when she had opened it, though there were still noticeable things missing. Her weapons were there, two swords, bow and quiver, though only one of her packs had survived. Poisons. At least she didn't have to start from scratch. But there was something else in here, now resting in the palm of her hand.

A lockbox. Ornate in design, though not very big. Only the size of a jewelry box.

So it is still close.

Her gaze lingered, but a noise caused her to shove the box it in the bottom of the trunk and shut the door tight.

[Dorm Halls]
It was night. A time of darkness and monsters. A perfect time for the Banshee Queen to hunt.

Her bow drawn, Sylvanas had taken up a watch in a populated hall, filled with wandering Miniblins. Her presence was immediately noticed by the pack. Good.

Your world has been destroyed.

She let loose another arrow. The Miniblin leading the charge was greeted with it, hitting it right between the eyes. The beast toppled over head immediately.

destroyed

And another.

destroyed

And another.

DESTROYED

And another. Arrow after arrow flew, until all the beasts were downed in pools of their own blood. Sylvanas approached the one that wtill drew breath, their eyes meeting. Those arrows were coated with poison. If they didn't die immediately, then death would come slowly and painfully. A perfect weapon against Arthas and his Scourge army.

They weren't meant for beasts of instinct.

Without another chance for thought, Sylvanas drew one of her blades, high-elven by design, and ran the beast through, killing it immediately.

I saved you. Let's all be happy here.

"Fools. They think we are so easy to destroy?" The Forsaken lives on.

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From behind Sylvanas came a whistle. Richtofen stood with a thumb hooked in his belt and his eyebrows raised. He'd been watching the slaughter for some time, and by the look on his face, he was intrigued.

"Impressive," he said.

The hand that wasn't poised on his belt held a bloodstained combat knife, which he twirled leisurely as he took a step closer. He'd been on his own monster hunt, but he hadn't brought down nearly as many monsters as Sylvanas had. Without a gun and devoid of any otherworldly powers, Richtofen was just a little bit helpless against some of the more powerful beasts. His bloodlust made up for what he lacked in strength, though, as far as he was concerned.

Her fingers pinched the blade, drawing off the blood from her last kill. She didn't move, didn't even acknowledge the other person was there.

Oh, she knew he was there. Not even the heat of battle could dull her precise senses. The scent of death lingered on him as well, though that could easily make him a servant of the Lich King as easily as one of her army. "So you stay out of a battle that is not your own." Finally the Banshee Queen turns, glowing red eyes fixed on Richtofen. "You are either a coward or you posses some intelligence."

Richtofen raised his eyebrows, though it was unclear as to whether it was a reaction to the woman's words or the sight of her red eyes. He stopped twirling his knife, lips curling into a smirk. He didn't risk getting closer to her just yet.

"I'll take the second option, thank you," he said, with just a hint of sarcasm. "And is there anything wrong with watching? It was a wonderful show."

"Merely a taste of what is to come." A threat, though not directly aimed at the stranger. No, it was for whoever was powerful and foolish enough to trap her here at such a critical time. "Exterminating a few meaningless pests is hardly a show. Truly a dull existence you must lead.

"If there is blood and death, it's a show to me," Richtofen said.

He would be more insulted about the woman insinuating that he lead a dull life if he wasn't so enthralled by her display of power and her exotic appearance. Not in the sense that he was attracted to her, but rather, he'd never seen a creature quite like her before. It was intriguing.

"Those words belong to the mouth of an orc." Almost in a taunting manner, though it was not far from the truth. It was her Horde allies that found amusement in such sport. Those who know true battle do not take such pleasure.

Though Richtofen picked up on the slight taunt in her words - and why wouldn't he, when he believed even friendly people were taunting him to his face? - it meant nothing to him. Where he came from, orcs were merely a fantasy.

"I'll be sure to give them back the next time I see one," he said, and he didn't bother to hide the sarcastic inflection in his voice. "Whenever I visit... Where is it you're from?"

Xue had been doing her rounds on her way back up, she was ready to call it a night when some fighting made her ears perk up and her curiosity getting piqued.

Melding into the shadows in the usual rogue fashion, she made her way to the source of the sounds only to stop dead in her tracks at a familiar visage.

"Holy Thrall in a handbasket... be dat joo Dark Lady?" she asked in surprise, coming out of the shadows.

Melding into the shadows? Not the most useful technique if you wanted to sneak up on the Dark Lady herself. Even without the rogue speaking up, Sylvanas already knew she was there.

"A troll?" Not the first race she had wanted to find, but it was an improvement over any Alliance. "So not all of Azeroth was lost."

"Eh, far as we know, dey be claimin' dat it be all gone mon." Xue shrugs and settles against a nearby tree, crossing her fingers.

"None of us be knowin' if dat be true or not as of yet, but da ownah's of dis place ain't very tellin' on what happened oda dan our worlds got destroyed."

"The owners? So the fools have made themselves known." This was good. Sylvanas has something tangible to hunt instead of here assumption. "What have they said then?"

"Don't be thinkin' dey be havin' anyting ta fear from how dey be actin' Dark Lady." Xue said with a light shrug.

"Wat joo more dan likely read on da letter, about dem callin' demselves our saviors. And dat dey hold experiments in which we be takin' part of, like it or not."

"These fools have yet to experience true fear." To think they expect the Banshee Queen to simply comply with their plans, their deaths will be painful.

"What are these experiments?

"Different tests," Xue started as she looked around, making sure they were still alone.

"It usually be survival, pittin' us against each oda or against some o da creatures dat be dwellin' in dis place. Sometimes it be related to how long we can survive on little or certain food, sometimes dey jus' got no explanation Dark Lady. Dey don't seem ta be havin' any pattern dat I be discernin' as of yet."

Edited 2012-10-17 22:56 (UTC)

[ My, why she have to attack some of the few tolerable monsters to roam the tower. Moreso, those who obey Ganondorf's command without question (since they come from his world after all). But they're weak. He looks at the scene from far, but then walk to her. As he near, he looks at the miniblin corpse and shake his head. ]

Such a shame.

[ He looks up at her. ]

I assume you are new here, my lady.

[It really was unfortunate. Even the goblins weren't nearly as much of a pest as these creatures proved to be. Oh well, one can't be choosy of who follows them.]

You assume correctly. [Her body tensed slightly upon looking at the stranger. There was power in this man. And it was power she could recognize.] What of yourself?

[ He smiles and nods. She was powerful, that's the very reason he addressed her. ]

A long time resident, unfortunately. Seven months and one day today to be exact.

But allow me to introduce. Ganondorf Dragmire, and too many titles to expose them now.

[Courteous. A welcome change of pace compared to a few of the races that were counted amongst her allies. Very well, it would be against her to forget her own manners.]

I am Sylvanas Windrunner, queen of the Forsaken and a sword of the Horde. [There was no need for her to hide her own identity. Anyone on Azeroth knew who the Banshee Queen was, and it was only a matter of time before this Tower knew her wrath.] Seven months is some time. You must have very intimate knowledge of what this place is.

Welcome to the tower, dear Queen. I see we share a reigning title... I am King of the Gerudo, whereas my servants call me Great Demon King and my enemies-- [He chuckles.] Ah, whatever...

[ He has the masculine version of the title, King, but that's pretty much the same than Queen. But that was interesting, now definitely a potential ally. ]

I know a lot on the tower, more than most other residents indeed. Believe me, that is no honor.

[Great Demon King]

[Just that name sent a slight tremor of anger through her body. The betrayal of Varimathras was still a fresh wound, her dealings with demons was a thin ground she did not wish to tread again so soon.]

[Though in all likelihood it was merely a title.]

The Gerudo...not a faction I am familiar with. So you are not of Azeroth. [Half a question, half an assumption.]

It is fortunate we have crossed paths then. I am in need of such information if I am to hunt down whomever it is that holds me prisoner.

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