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towerofanimus2012-10-06 12:38 am
queenofthedamned) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-06 12:38 am
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Character: Sylvanas Windrunner (queenofthedamned ) and you
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.
queenofthedamned ) and youSetting: 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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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.
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"What are these experiments?
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"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."