Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 15 (1-100).
[Alleria] ... [Private]
If he is here and remains, then that means... it is only a matter of time, is it not? A reverie of the past revisited, and yet, without you, it is still incomplete.
If you could see me now, sister, what would you think?
Would you revel in the fact that you had the chance to see me again, after so long, disregard all that would stand in our way and draw your blade alongside me, along Vereesa, and triumph, as we always should have, in the face of any adversity that dares threaten our well-being?
Would witnessing the hollowed-out shell of the one you've sworn to "love always" be met a reaction of fear, perhaps? Would you scorn the embodiment of that which we would slay without hesitation those years we've fought together, thinking the undead no better than a troll or an orc? Would you hunt me in that fashion, as you'd rather your last thoughts of me be what you had left that day, rather than this... accursed form?
Or would your reaction be just as Vereesa's was, insistent that you speak with me, regardless of what you've heard of my death, my actions...
[a growl. the slaughters, the mind-control, the necromancy, the experiments, the plague... there was no way Alleria would forgive all that she had done, would she?]
Then again, Vereesa was always soft compared to you.
* * *
[speaking of Vereesa, Sylvanas will be making her way to the seventh floor... looking around before allowing herself to encompass her body in the ghastly dark magics that so twisted her very soul, her banshee side allowing her to disapparate through the door and appear on the other side... right within her sister's walls.
Sylvanas has no need for knocking, after all.]
If he is here and remains, then that means... it is only a matter of time, is it not? A reverie of the past revisited, and yet, without you, it is still incomplete.
If you could see me now, sister, what would you think?
Would you revel in the fact that you had the chance to see me again, after so long, disregard all that would stand in our way and draw your blade alongside me, along Vereesa, and triumph, as we always should have, in the face of any adversity that dares threaten our well-being?
Would witnessing the hollowed-out shell of the one you've sworn to "love always" be met a reaction of fear, perhaps? Would you scorn the embodiment of that which we would slay without hesitation those years we've fought together, thinking the undead no better than a troll or an orc? Would you hunt me in that fashion, as you'd rather your last thoughts of me be what you had left that day, rather than this... accursed form?
Or would your reaction be just as Vereesa's was, insistent that you speak with me, regardless of what you've heard of my death, my actions...
[a growl. the slaughters, the mind-control, the necromancy, the experiments, the plague... there was no way Alleria would forgive all that she had done, would she?]
Then again, Vereesa was always soft compared to you.
* * *
[speaking of Vereesa, Sylvanas will be making her way to the seventh floor... looking around before allowing herself to encompass her body in the ghastly dark magics that so twisted her very soul, her banshee side allowing her to disapparate through the door and appear on the other side... right within her sister's walls.
Sylvanas has no need for knocking, after all.]