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[BACKDATED TO LAST WEEK-- OPEN TO ALL IN ELROND'S HOTEL AND VIA JOURNALS;]

[Ding!

A sigh escapes a woman's lips, her voice only slightly breaking monotone as she allows for the shuffling of footsteps to pass her.]


Enjoy your afternoon. If you've any concerns, please let me know.

[Ding!

And then a grumble beneath her breath.]


Honestly, for all that this profession entails--

I should hope that the lot of you residents have found yourselves in some form of productive task in this strange land. I, for one, cannot imagine any less being brought upon the masses.

Then again, if this is the castle's way of mocking me...

[Ding!]

Ugh, another false opening. By the Light, if I catch those children--

If any of you are to visit your fellow residents at their place of work, I must insist that gratuity is to be in order. I've no patience for a thankless job.

[DING!]

Going down?

(OOC. AS I HAVE SAID, OPEN! OPNE OPEN OPEN openeeoeneeoeneoenpeepopen. AND A LATE KISSING POST AWW YISS

also I like how she is pretty much talking about thankless jobs she like, makes people do back in undercity or whatever. gosh she is pretty much being rude right now.)
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[Backdated to last week;]

[She could not believe it.

After a year of having felt the worry and the hatred riddle her corrupted soul, it appears as though her closest confidant would, of course, not lie to her. Not about this.

Arthas Menethil was gone.

Yes, the feeling of euphoria and relief absolutely seeped into the very bone of Sylvanas' scourge-pickled corpse. And was beginning to show.]


Arthas...

[And so she would laugh. An enthusiastic, darkened laugh (though really, to any that might have heard it might liken it to one of a villainous chortle) that filled the very hallway that once housed his personal quarters and the ghastly chill of his magic.

How lovely.

Minutes later, she cannot help but dictate into the journal. For once, the bitter elf sounds... in a good mood for once? Better accept it while you can.]


It seems as though we, as a populace, cannot find ourselves at a loss when we band together under the name of a single ambition. Through years of threats, through countless trials and tribulations, we have all stood strong against that which challenges our well-being. Though it seems as though we are in a constant state of strife within the invisible walls of this world, I dare say that the only limits we shall ever face are those that the castle's magics themselves place upon us.

Though something is taken away from us, though we are pulled from our respective worlds, though we find ourselves separated from those who we value, we continue on-- and rip our enemies to shreds, suffocating them with our valor and overthrowing them with our trepidation.

This past month is proof of that.

In spite of our losses, we can rebuild. Though it is one thing after another, I have every confidence that it is we who will triumph. We shall, as time has proven over and over again.

Those who think otherwise? Well, then. All you deserve here is to rot within these confines.

[It's not the most user-friendly speech of encouragement, but hey-- it works.

Minutes later, she cannot help but stride through the hallways, something catching her eye, and amusing her once again.]


The wretched king as well? [A chuckle and a sinister grin.] Excellent.

(ooc. OPEN! OPEN TO ALL, especially over the journals. If you'd like to catch her in person, she will be in the hallways. She's only intentionally dictated her speech, but if you'd like to accidentally catch the EVIL LAUGHTER-- that's cool as well.

YEAH SYLVANAS POST YE YE-- OH GOD THIS GOT SO LONG! welp)
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[If you are to find yourself in the eleventh room on the seventh floor, you will find not simply one single person's mind, but a combination of three collections of memories that all proceed to be illustrated in a similar fashion.

Once in the room, you are faced with a bright, colorful forest with interesting, ornate architecture that looks positively pristine in nature, a picturesque landscape of elven beauty. The sun is shining, the sky is a beautiful shade of illustrious blue, and the woods are thriving with life and luster. As you make your way through the beautiful landscape, you will see an interesting sight indeed.

Four young elves-- three girls and a boy-- frolic and play together, laughing and enjoying themselves as they chase each other around and maybe even wave their small bows and arrows around, grinning as they compare strengths and making playful jabs at each other. The quartet of elves will follow the traveler should they choose to to continue forth, even going to far as to run around them.

Though when a certain something catches their eyes-- and presumably the vistor's-- each girl runs off, showing a three-way fork in the path that you may seem to have followed:


The young blonde girl dashes off to the path at the left, green cloak billowing in the wind and blade drawn with confidence.

The young girl with the dark blonde hair simply continues running as if rushing headfirst into the fray, pulling a deep blue cowl over her head and keeping her bow at her side.

The smallest girl with the snow white hair dashes to your right, grinning happily, looking back at her siblings as she proceeds further into the forest.

The boy however, remains at the root of the fork, back turned to the visitor, watching his siblings dash off without him. If one lingers to investigate him, they may very well sense sadness filling the air around him before he bows his head, disappearing slowly, much like a ghost.]




[Best to move on. Which path you you choose? Dare you risk all three?]


(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN!!!

Feel free to make the travels as interactive as you'd like, come in at any part of the visions, etc. If you feel the need to specify, please do so, and we will reply accordingly! Each elf is at the end of their path so if your character isn't nightmare fueled out the the elder sisters' memories, then by all means, hit them up?

WARNING FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD, TERROR, AND THE UNDEAD.)
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 [Koltira has waited for and wanted this moment ever since the Light-forsaken castle stole him away from Andorhal.  The battle today is not like the last attempt; this time Arthas is separated from his pack; this time his demon-woman will not come to rescue him.  This time Koltira will not relent until either he or Arthas lies defeated and broken on the ground.

The others have argued for redemption.  The woman, Jaina Proudmoore, maintains her faith--to little good, in Koltira's mind.  She is not the only one who seems reluctant to deliver swift justice upon Arthas, however, and as Koltira draws Byfrost from his back he considers the great irony of the situation.  The castle took him from imprisonment at Sylvanas's hands, but here, in this time and reality, she is one of the few who understands that Arthas must not be afforded mercy.  The traitor prince has done nothing to deserve such tender consideration.  If Koltira could, he would destroy Arthas permanently; obliterate him; annihilate him.  

Such options were, unfortunately, not available to him in Paradisa.  Still, their plan would ensure deep suffering on Arthas's part, and Koltira supposes he can live with that.]


Selama ashal'anore.

((OOC: This is the VS ARTHAS post!  If you want to take a shot at this guy, here's the place.)
SECTIONS:
PRE-BATTLE
ROUT
AT THE BORDER))

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[Filtered specifically to those who wish to fight against Arthas Menethil;]

Greetings, each and every one of you.

If you are reading this, then I should hope that you are both mentally and physically prepared for the battle that is soon to come-- the battle against Arthas Menethil, the man who will become the Lich King and become he who curses my world into despair.

But I shall not digress for now, nor shall I make this into yet another tale of my plight. For now, there are far more important priorities, that of bringing down the monster that plagues both we as residents and those who remain innocent outside of the castle. It is I you will answer to in this battle. If not myself, then my equal, he who is known as Koltira Deathweaver. By now, you should be familiarized by what we know about Arthas. If not... well then, I suggest you learn quickly.

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(ooc. The cut is not ICly-cut, obviously... Just there to save your flists or whatever! c:

TEAM ICC: REPORT! Pretty much, this is discussing battle tactics and strategies for taking down Arthas later in the week.

Um, I think that's all that needs to be said as far as ooc notes are concerned. If anything, this is just checking in to see who is doing what, IC organization and all that. If there are any questions both IC and OOC, please ask!

If you still want in on this raid, please click the above link and see what's up!

FEEL FREE TO THREADJACK, SEGUE INTO OTHER THREADS, ETC ETC ETC. THIS IS AN INTERACTIVE POST FOR ALL Y'ALL. GET 'ER DONE.)

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Jul. 10th, 2011 06:23 pm
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[Sisters]

I will be making my way to the archery range today. If you do not have any prior obligations, perhaps you would join me? Having spent so many days at sea, it will be nice to spend time in more familiar territory.

I will wait by the front steps in an hour's time should you care to join me.
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Who: [livejournal.com profile] oftheforsaken and [livejournal.com profile] echivoc
What: Sylvanas amusing herself re: Cross's being a Methuselah
When: The same night after this
Where: Random street in City Royale
Rating: PG-13 to R for moderate violence, swearing

Expandwe are not just art for michelangelo to carve )
[identity profile] partlyhuman.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] oftheforsaken, [livejournal.com profile] moleculars, [livejournal.com profile] protects, [livejournal.com profile] hasnoneeds, [livejournal.com profile] possiblycantdie, [livejournal.com profile] hellshaped, [livejournal.com profile] mal_addict, [livejournal.com profile] ruined_jaw, [livejournal.com profile] imnotjenkins, [livejournal.com profile] ectobabble, [livejournal.com profile] toerags, [livejournal.com profile] heliotroping, [livejournal.com profile] thehumanfactor, [livejournal.com profile] demonologist, [livejournal.com profile] lady_maz, [livejournal.com profile] miseternity, [livejournal.com profile] thisisprogress, [livejournal.com profile] my_bff_trevor, [livejournal.com profile] hulloeverything, [livejournal.com profile] lawyerlarry, [livejournal.com profile] stepladdersduh, [livejournal.com profile] buryyoualive, [livejournal.com profile] partlyhuman
What: The trial of "Cair Paradisa V. Rose"
When: Tuesday, May 10th, 8:30 PM - 12:00 AM
Where: The Ballroom
Rating: Probably won't get worse than anything you could see on daytime cable TV.

ExpandThe case continues, another night in court, the same old trial - the same old questions asked, the same denial, the shadows closing round like jury members )

[ooc: tag in under whichever header is appropriate for you and threadjack at will, I want everybody to have a good time and feel included more than I want to strive for 100% boring 'real court drama'! Witnesses, feel free to tag yourselves into the examination sections. All three of them! (direct examination is when the witness is first called, and cross examination is where the opposing side gets to ask questions to clarify / make the initial questioning seem unreliable, and then rebuttal examination is like the same as cross examination but for the first side) nevermind we're using the direct examination thread for the convenience of the witness characters. I AM SORRY I DIDN'T EXPLAIN THIS WELL bunfights and bakeries. Maybe I'll do better next time.]
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ExpandVereesa )

[There is a familiar form walking toward the castle with a confident gait, despite the actual worry on her mind. Red eyes survey the setting, and a journal is removed from her satchel, allowing her to dictate into it.]

[Filtered from her known enemies (Arthas, Riful, Deathwing, etc), those who consider her an enemy, and those who would direct her words and/or actions to either group.]

It seems as though events on a much grander scale have calmed down, have they not? Yes, I have been made fully aware that there are a a few dirty deeds, so to speak, being orchestrated within the city. I trust that those who claim to be falling into a desperation of boredom have aided those who are seeking to find a resolution to such matters.

[Is there a hint of irony to her voice? It's hard to tell whether or not she's serious or sarcastic about that one.]

I also trust that notice as well as due caution was taken upon the arrival of a certain dragon. Aside from the wretched prince, the black aspect has been considered a great threat to those in my world. He is certainly not a creature to be taken lightly.

[It's hard to describe Deathwing, really. For as much as Sylvanas knew about dragon politics, she at least knew that his.... ah, turn for the worse was a sore spot for the flights. She would certainly choose her words carefully, as the others may very well be listening.]

Before this turns into something of a ramble that is likely to be considered condescending by my critics, I will get to the point I had been musing upon.

I would like to take a greater scale of initiative before one of these larger-scale threats get out of hand, or one of these existing threats escalate into something more.

I have an inkling of what it is I would like to do, but as you very well know, nothing is achieved on one's own. I ask that those who are insisting that greater precautions should be taken during these times of relative caution contact me, as I would like to proceed before it is far too late.

Yes, I am aware of the volatile nature of the castle, but if initiative is not taken, should our idle nature be punished by what we did not act out against.

[And there's a pause, and a faint annoyed "tch" that escapes her lips after some time.

Vereesa has yet to respond.]


Hmm.

(ooc. open in person or over the journals or whatever! I haven't had one of these in a whiiiiiiiile........ this might be a good post for action types to mingle? idek.)
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[Room 711 filter]

[Vereesa has been quiet since her friend's departure, but sitting in her room with Alleria just across from her, she knows she can't hold this silence for much longer. A Windrunner she may be, but she was never quite good at concealing her emotions for very long.

She knows she shouldn't be hesitant to speak with her sisters on any matter. She rises, and walks across the room, finally breaking her silence.]


I did not think a departure would leave me so... affected.

[Alleria looks up from sharpening her arrowheads, brow furrowing. She will make a conscious effort to be delicate about this.] This is your own prerogative, sister. If you do not wish to be affected, simply do not allow yourself to be affected.

Perhaps that is easier said than done. How did you cope when Turalyon-- [She cuts off her own words, suddenly regretting them.]

[MUST REMAIN DELICATE ... but she puts her arrows down, just in case. No use snapping them!] This is a completely different situation, Vereesa. You know this. Moreover, I am wholly unaffected by his departure.

...Or is it that you are simply choosing to be unaffected?

[Alleria inhales deeply at that, curling her hands into fists. She stands swiftly and abruptly, no longer content to be sitting on the floor while her sister dares to loom over her, judging her, and --

What the hell is that.]


[It's then that their conversation is interrupted when the two sisters take notice of the sudden appearance of a third party in the room. One that neither had expected to see at all, or without warning.]

[Well, out of nowhere, there seems to be-- yes. Yes, a Sylvanas, appearing. She seems as confused as the others as red eyes glance around, immediately scowling.]

What...

What is the meaning of this? How have I been summoned here?


[And with that, the doors lock, as does every other exit to the room in question, not that any of the women notice.

It appears as though the dramatics and the tension have only begun.]



(ooc: LOSS START. ruby is vereesa, emerald is alleria, sapphire is sylvanas. like their necklaces. :3)
[identity profile] oftheforsaken.livejournal.com
[And for once, Sylvanas has deigned to leave the city, given her reprehensible actions the previous week. As such, she is approaching the castle, red eyes narrowing at the decorations adorning the building. Pink. Red. Cheerful.

How familiar. Her voice lowers, grumbling to herself.]


Love is in the air... [There's a "tch" that escapes her lips as she continues her walk, still musing to herself, low and nearly inaudible.]

And without the Crown Chemical Company to be seen.

[Crunch, crunch, crunch. The banshee thinks nothing of stepping on these loose candied hearts of yours as she stalks through the hallways.

She looks like she needs to get into the holiday.]


(ooc. open for valentine's crazy, planned or unplanned. hit me up if you wanna plot, or we can play it by ear, whatever whatever. normal cr is just as awesome, you should like, totally get some. I dare you to give her a lovely charm bracelet. actually, if you give her anything for this holiday, there may be something received in turn~)
[identity profile] oftheforsaken.livejournal.com
[It had been nearly two weeks since she had removed herself from the castle and into the outskirts of the forests, the Banshee Queen seeking solitude in order to sort her issues concerning her past, her present, and now, thanks to a certain Death Knight, she was dwelling upon the future.

All of it was quite the substantial weight, and Sylvanas had quickly found herself grateful for her lack of sleep. Then again, had she required it, she presumed it would make for many sleepless nights. There was so much to consider.

She would be driven to pull herself out of her reverie, however, by a faint noise off in the distance. He ears would twitch and her posture would stiffen as it got closer. And closer...

There would be no seconds to spare. Sylvanas' bow was drawn and an arrow was nocked. It couldn't possibly be Koltira again. No. He was more subtle. Her champion? No. He was obedient. He stayed when told to stay.

Then... who..?]

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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