Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 27 (1-100).

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[a breath is sharply inhaled, a body rustles beneath the sheets of a bed. a low moan, a hand to the forehead, and then...]

--Light! What hour have I risen to?

[there are a few more gasping breaths, a few more seconds of rustling before, a startled sound-- if not a gasp.]

A... gnome? I was not told there were to be gnomes in Silverm-- [a beat] Whose room-- Lor'themar! Sheldaris! This is precisely the reason I do not drink the night before a patrol!

These practical jokes of yours have reached their end! _Honestly...

[she'll be getting up from that bed, footsteps pounding as she goes for her blade-- if only for show. let's hope that gnome is a heavy sleeper.]

_{(ooc. LOSS START! Totes open over the journal, btw.)}