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[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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[And she steps back, following Alleria with her blade, still keeping an eye on Vereesa. Any movements are scrutinized carefully, to which Sylvanas allows for such palpable tension to fill the air.

These images... Why...]

You're dead. You're both-- [And for the first time, her eyes close, forcing herself to steady her blade.] You are not my kin. You couldn't possibly...

[sworn]

[Oh. Well, on the bright side she's not seeing things she shouldn't be seeing. Eyesight good: check!

Unable to hold her, Vereesa steps away and puts her hands up, showing as peaceful a gesture as she can muster. After all, they mean no harm. She very briefly casts Alleria a wary glance.]

We are as we have always been. [Relatively speaking] We fought together, we fell together, and you freed us together. You know this.

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[Her back to the door, Alleria eventually finagles it open, and gently steps to the side.]

Do you remember now, sister? You are our queen.

Let us protect you, as we always have. [She motions toward the door. Your chambers, Lady! Your ... empty room. Forsaken comforts.]

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Lies!

[Sylvanas could not help but stand in her place, blade at the ready as red eyes darted in between her "sisters". This was all a lie. This was a trick built on lies, built on pain and suffering and terrible memories...

The banshee bit her tongue for but a moment, choking down a scream as the weight of the words hit her. This is what they could have been had events transpired differently. For all she knew, this was how Alleria--

No.]

This is the castle's doing! This accursed place!

[A cry escaped her lips, though she was certain she wouldn't have uttered it had she the control or the resolve in the eyes of the forms of her sisters.]

This cannot be real...

[sworn]

[The more their queen reacts poorly to their presence, the more Vereesa wonders if they should leave, if only temporarily. Red eyes flicker toward Alleria as she keeps her nonthreatening pose.]

She is not well. Our presence brings her grief. Perhaps it is best if we leave her be for now.

[And then to Sylvanas] You need only call for us and we will be at your side.

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[It breaks her cold, still heart, but their youngest sister is correct. Alleria opens her mouth briefly, a habit leftover from when she still lived; it's an approximation of a sigh, though of course no air escapes her dead lungs.]

Yes. We will be waiting for you, Dark Lady.

[And again, she'll edge around Sylvanas, away from the open door and toward the hall.]