Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 4 (1-100).
[after reading through all the "screaming" entries and what had been happening, there is a strange silence on Sylvanas' part, knowing all too well that, upon her undeath, such joys and tortures have also been taken from her.
one reverie since her death, however, would not be missed.]
We do not dream.
[that accursed Emerald Nightmare...]
We do not dream.
Such is a relief. I do not wish to relive certain memories. Never again.
* * *
[she's a little less tense now, and, to be honest... a little more curious.]
I assume you were not a victim of the passing annoyances.
* * *
[speaking of the nightmares; dictated idly-- albeit faintly amused-- as she is sifting through the journal;]
...pity to those who might have had spiders inhabiting their nightmares.
one reverie since her death, however, would not be missed.]
We do not dream.
[that accursed Emerald Nightmare...]
We do not dream.
Such is a relief. I do not wish to relive certain memories. Never again.
* * *
[she's a little less tense now, and, to be honest... a little more curious.]
I assume you were not a victim of the passing annoyances.
* * *
[speaking of the nightmares; dictated idly-- albeit faintly amused-- as she is sifting through the journal;]
...pity to those who might have had spiders inhabiting their nightmares.