paradisalost | ☠.21

[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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[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?

[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.

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

She will return in time.

[Hey he was taking an easy approach on y'all. Now he'll just be his usual self over the journal.]

Ouch. And here I am simply trying to be a gentleman, Alleria.

[Dealing with Windrunners is never easy!!]

We've very little need for chivalry and have not for quite some time.

[YEAH. WHAT SHE SAID.]

Unless she is with you, it's not necessary.

[Yeah, yeah......]

Meanwhile, you two will stand around and intimidate the residents with your presence? [He would have said "new appearance," but he isn't sure if they actually look like they sound......

Time to go find them!]

[Yes, go find them, Cross! They shouldn't be that hard to track down ...]

Any who approach the Dark Lady's quarters ought to have a damn good reason. Intimidation is not the only weapon in our arsenal.

Precisely. That should be rather obvious. We are not ones to conceal our weapons. [Maybe. Forsaken are tricky little things.]

[Nope! It's like the echo-y voice is a beacon.]

You are also not ones to conceal your attitudes. [A door shuts, and then he is on his way, journal in hand as he moves down the stairs.]

[A beacon of hot, hot undeath I mean what]

What need have we to do such a thing? We do not shrink from what we are.

Nor will we pretend to be what we are not.

[Cross you want some of this you know you do]

[He will save judgment on whether he wants some of that for the time being.]

I certainly wouldn't expect you to pretend to be what you are not, Vereesa.

Then you ought to know better than to chide us for that which has no bearing on us.

[Well said again. This is why Alleria is her superior in these matters. She makes a sound of agreement, which may or may not sound like every other irritable growl or groan she has made thus far.]

[Meanwhile he's rolling his eye on his side. Just like their sister.]

It's nice to see you haven't changed. [Much.]

[Not just like her! Sylvanas is much better, you see.]

Why would we have?

[Bitchiness is a constant state of being for elves, whether alive or dead.]

You sound as if we should have.

[Followin' the voices, gettin' closer— oh, look, they are Forsaken.

...man this is kind of freaky.]

You two examine my statements a bit too deeply.

[Oh look, there is Cross. Alleria listlessly turns her head to gaze at him, eyes burning red.]

It is something we have learned to do, when dealing with the living.