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[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Anyone out and about this time of night may come across two vaguely familiar figures silently patrolling the halls. They are elves, sure enough, but their eyes are burning red, their hair and skin pallid. Weaponry adorns their black, ornate armor; well-used swords at hips and longbows crafted from bone slung over shoulders. They move with grace and without sound, their fiery eyes nearly unblinking.

Most attempts to flag them down will result in a wary glance and little else, but if any are feeling ambitious, they're more than welcome to try harder.

For the most part, though, they are standing guard outside room 425.

After a time, a voice carries over the journal. It's perhaps a bit familiar, but with a cold echo to it.]

The Dark Lady has not returned yet. Shall we seek her out?

[And another voice, with the same unearthly echo responds.]

Not yet, sister. She will return. Remember -- patience, discipline.

[ooc. loss start!!! vereesa and alleria are now dark rangers. open in person or over the journal!]

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1/?

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[It had been a fair amount of time since Sylvanas last saw her sisters. In the midst of traipsing about the world, in the midst of the fall of Arthas, in the midst of feuding with pompous Alliance kings over the journal system, and in the midst of strange otherworldly holidays, there were quite a few things on the banshee's plate.

But as the seasons changed and the castle quieted, Sylvanas could not help but seek them out. Upon finding no answer from behind the door in which they owned, the banshee was beside herself with confusion. And so, she would find herself looking about the castle, perhaps to the room of hers that changed so drastically.]

2/?

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[Step by step, the banshee would find herself feeling something stir up inside of her-- a strange familiar sense that could only be recognized as the similar accursed magic that had brought her from the darkness that was death itself.

Could it be? Had there really been more Forsaken entering this realm? Why, the thought only made her travel a bit faster, if not disapparating to the exact floor in which she lived, taking a greater stride to the door guarding her quarters, and to that effect?

She would quickly find the sight before her.]

3/3

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[Dark Rangers! Ah, yes. Her most loyal and most keen of her sort.

At the sight, she could not help but approach them slowly, with the greatest of dignity-- but when she catches sight of their faces, ears nearly pin back with defensive hesitation, she blade quickly drawn.]

What-- what sort of sick, twisted mockery is this?

[Her tone is dark, her tone is lowered. Behind her words is the sort of violent anger that would not be held back easily. Whatever illusion the castle was holding over her would not be greeted well.]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[It was a nice and quiet night. Cross was enjoying his wine in his room, although he was itching to take another late-night walk, and then here come these echo-y voices that do not belong to Sylvanas. But, they sound so eerily familiar. Plus, they sound like Forsaken since they referred to Sylvanas as "the Dark Lady" so...]

Need some assistance looking for the Dark Lady?

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[That voice ...

Alleria scoffs, the sound reverberating, not even bothering to look for whatever journal was nearby, dictating their conversation to everyone.]

Even if we did, I do not think you could provide any aid.

[sworn]

[THIS. Come on, Cross. Do you doubt their abilities so?]

She will return in time.

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

[...some sick and twisted part of him is amused by this. That part of him makes the rest of him nauseous.

But they weren't exactly on the best of terms to begin with. No harm in a little bit of ribbing now that they were undead, right? RIGHT?]

You sound as if you've both caught a nasty sort of plague.

[...yeah, he can't justify this.]

[sworn]

[ARTHAS GET OUT. There might have been a part deep down inside that felt a little sorry for him when she was still alive, but now that she's undead? Her hatred is unending.

She doesn't even want to regard him, knowing well enough that he's locked away and in a rather pathetic state. But as impatient and easily riled as she is, she allows for a low growl of disapproval. ARTHAS PLZ.]

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

My sincerest apologies, my lady, but I'm afraid I don't speak that dialect. Lower it an octave for me.

[You know...closer to Common Gutterspeak instead of some weird Thalassian Gutterspeak hybrid GOSH, DON'T YOU HAVE ANY CULTURAL SENSITIVITY?]

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Someone had a long night in the library and is only now climbing up the stairs to her room. The elf glances over and sees you two standing there, yawning a bit and going to say good evening.

Except why do you look different and are talking all funny and uh oh.]

...Are you alright?

[sworn]

[The youngest Windrunner hears Alleyne coming down the hall, but she hardly reacts until she is directly addressed. Even then, she is greeted with few words.]

Why do you ask?

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Of course they're not alright, Alleyne; THEY'RE DEEAAAAADD

Likewise, Alleria does not give much of a reaction until they are directly spoken to.

And even then, her reaction is simply an unblinking, red-eyed stare.]

IS IT OKAY IF I TAG THIS LATE? ;;

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[and Colette is out and about in the halls. She was just heading home from talking with a friend when... she sees said creepy looking figures in the distance. She almost stops and goes the other way, but then... she sees that they look vaguely familiar? So tentatively she approaches them... ready to be corrected (they can't be who they look and sound so much like)]

A... Alleria? Vereesa?

NO NEVER i'm kidding hi c:

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[No ... no, you were right, Colette. Alleria turns her head slightly when she is addressed, burning red eyes unblinking, her expression blank. When she speaks, there is a cold echo to her voice.]

Yes?

MIMI IS NEVER LATE TO ANYTHING

[sworn]

[Vereesa, on the other hand, simply stands silent. She is as emotionless as her sister, eyes fixed on Colette as if waiting for her to continue. Can't you see they're very busy standing still beside this door?]

1/?

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[It had been a fair amount of time since Sylvanas last saw her sisters. In the midst of traipsing about the world, in the midst of the fall of Arthas, in the midst of feuding with pompous Alliance kings over the journal system, and in the midst of strange otherworldly holidays, there were quite a few things on the banshee's plate.

But as the seasons changed and the castle quieted, Sylvanas could not help but seek them out. Upon finding no answer from behind the door in which they owned, the banshee was beside herself with confusion. And so, she would find herself looking about the castle, perhaps to the room of hers that changed so drastically.]

2/?

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[Step by step, the banshee would find herself feeling something stir up inside of her-- a strange familiar sense that could only be recognized as the similar accursed magic that had brought her from the darkness that was death itself.

Could it be? Had there really been more Forsaken entering this realm? Why, the thought only made her travel a bit faster, if not disapparating to the exact floor in which she lived, taking a greater stride to the door guarding her quarters, and to that effect?

She would quickly find the sight before her.]

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[It was a nice and quiet night. Cross was enjoying his wine in his room, although he was itching to take another late-night walk, and then here come these echo-y voices that do not belong to Sylvanas. But, they sound so eerily familiar. Plus, they sound like Forsaken since they referred to Sylvanas as "the Dark Lady" so...]

Need some assistance looking for the Dark Lady?

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[That voice ...

Alleria scoffs, the sound reverberating, not even bothering to look for whatever journal was nearby, dictating their conversation to everyone.]

Even if we did, I do not think you could provide any aid.

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

[...some sick and twisted part of him is amused by this. That part of him makes the rest of him nauseous.

But they weren't exactly on the best of terms to begin with. No harm in a little bit of ribbing now that they were undead, right? RIGHT?]

You sound as if you've both caught a nasty sort of plague.

[...yeah, he can't justify this.]

[sworn]

[ARTHAS GET OUT. There might have been a part deep down inside that felt a little sorry for him when she was still alive, but now that she's undead? Her hatred is unending.

She doesn't even want to regard him, knowing well enough that he's locked away and in a rather pathetic state. But as impatient and easily riled as she is, she allows for a low growl of disapproval. ARTHAS PLZ.]

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Someone had a long night in the library and is only now climbing up the stairs to her room. The elf glances over and sees you two standing there, yawning a bit and going to say good evening.

Except why do you look different and are talking all funny and uh oh.]

...Are you alright?

[sworn]

[The youngest Windrunner hears Alleyne coming down the hall, but she hardly reacts until she is directly addressed. Even then, she is greeted with few words.]

Why do you ask?

IS IT OKAY IF I TAG THIS LATE? ;;

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[and Colette is out and about in the halls. She was just heading home from talking with a friend when... she sees said creepy looking figures in the distance. She almost stops and goes the other way, but then... she sees that they look vaguely familiar? So tentatively she approaches them... ready to be corrected (they can't be who they look and sound so much like)]

A... Alleria? Vereesa?

NO NEVER i'm kidding hi c:

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[No ... no, you were right, Colette. Alleria turns her head slightly when she is addressed, burning red eyes unblinking, her expression blank. When she speaks, there is a cold echo to her voice.]

Yes?