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User Name/Nick: Stefan
User LJ: dragoon1940
AIM/IM: dragoon1940
E-mail: dragoon1940 @ gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Sylvanas Windrunner
Series: Warcraft
Age: Unknown; most likely at least a century.
From When?: Just after she gets shot in the back of the head by Godfrey and dies for a second time during the Silverpine questline in Cataclysm.
Inmate/Warden: Inmate. Although she's a relatively sympathetic character and leans toward being an anti-hero at times, Sylvanas is a manipulative, cruel and utterly ruthless ruler, who won't hesitate to employ biological weapons, mind control, necromancy and every nasty trick in the book to get what she wants. The lives of those opposing her are nothing and even the lives of her allies are more like tools or pawns. As she likes to say: “We are the Forsaken; we will slaughter anyone who stands in our way.” She's vicious and some wonder if she's lost what little remains of her humanity along the way.
Item: N/A
Abilities/Powers: Sylvanas possesses - or possessed before she arrived on the Barge - an array of impressive powers and abilities, ranging from the supernatural to the relatively mundane. She can teleport over short distances ( a few dozen yards at most) to avoid attacks or to simply relocate quickly. She has an extensive knowledge of necromantic and demonic magics, allowing her to exude mind control over the weak-willed, to raise mindless skeletons to defend her and do her bidding, and to imbue her arrows with a deadly poison that either paralyzes or kills the target.
In addition, she possesses several powers of the traditional banshee - she can let loose a high-pitched shriek, which will halt any verbal-based spell-casting, as well as being loud enough to cause bleeding from the ears, as well as shatter certain materials, such as glass. She was incorporeal at one point in time, but has since repossessed her body and it is unknown whether or not she can regain this incorporeal form - however, it seems likely that she would be able to, given the ability of most banshees to possess others.
Being undead, she also has no need of sleep or sustenance nor even to breathe, technically.
Aside from her impressive supernatural powers, she is in excellent physical condition (for an undead, anyway) and moves incredibly quickly. She is skilled in the use of swords and knives in hand-to-hand combat and is one of the premiere archers on Azeroth, being able to hit the eye of a bird in mid-flight with a single shot and capable of firing off arrows at incredible speeds.
On the barge, her supernatural powers will be virtually nonexistent. She will be unable to use her mind control abilities, her necromancy or her “Black Arrow”. She will be unable to vanish or teleport herself using the shadows as she is used to, nor will she be able to “unpossess” her body or turn incorporeal. Her wail will also not function (although she can certainly scream). Her physical abilities will remain relatively intact - she will still be about as fast as a peak-level human, and will be an incredibly good shot with a bow.
She will need to being resting in cycles, but her need of food will remain the same - that is, she won't need to eat. Neither will she need to breathe.
Personality: Sylvanas is very much a broken person, struggling to find a place for herself in the world. She was forced to watch, helplessly, while everything she fought to protect was annihilated. Granted not even the peace of death, she was brought back to serve the Lich King, forced to be his unwilling lieutenant and serving him. She helped destroy Lordaeron, Dalaran - and the torture and agony she was sent through changed her. Once she may been an honorable, driven woman. Although her drive remains, everything else about her has shifted.
She is cold, ruthless and utterly pragmatic when it comes to matters concerning the protection of herself and her people. If the best way to victory is by annihilating a future threat, through whatever means necessary, she will do so. She does not hesitate to use whatever weapons are at her disposal - Blight, magic, charms, mind control - anything to give her an edge over a potential opponent. She will gladly sacrifice ally and enemy alike if it means securing victory. She is also capable of immense hatred - she detested Arthas (and likely still does, considering that even saying his name makes her “quiver with rage”) for what he'd done to her and wanted to make him pay for what he had done. Seeing him killed set her adrift, without a cause for a time.
There is also an arrogance about her, that makes many think of her as cold, manipulative witch (which isn't entirely inaccurate). Those beneath her are lower then worms - fools, idiots and wretched scum to be swept aside. This is not entirely feigned. She does think of herself as being a master of both herself and her people - she is their Queen and she deserves respect as one.
Deep down, there is still a part of her that cares. She seems to still have a fondness and protectiveness of her former people - the Blood Elves of Silvermoon - and did her best to convince the Warchief to allow them into the Horde, as well as dispatching her own Forsaken troops to aid them in driving the Scourge from her lands. She cares for the Forsaken - the free-willed undead - underneath her as well. She freed them, in a manner, and led them on their crusade against the Lich King. They adore and love her for it, almost fanatically, and she returns that in fashion. She tries to do what is best for her people, to help them survive in a world where she is surrounded by enemies.
However, as of late, with the Lich King destroyed, she has been left seeking a new purpose and a new drive. The single-minded hatred that consumed her left no answers once he was dead and gone. She turned her fervor toward securing the lands of Lordaeron for the Forsaken. She believes that perhaps by finally securing them a future, she will find herself peace.
In a way, she has embraced what she has become. She has a certain degree of self-loathing of course, but she acknowledges that she is something of a monster - unnatural - and feels that she failed not only her former people, but her own family. This is part of what drives her - she won't let such a thing ever happen to her again. At the same time, she may not really believe that she can be redeemed. Not after all she's done and all she has gone through.
Path to Redemption: Sylvanas may not believe herself able to be redeemed (to a certain extent), but there are cracks in her facade and personality that hint that she still cares for her former life. She misses both of her sisters terribly and she still cares for them - although she has not attempted to contact the sister she knows still lives. Perhaps out of a belief that her sister would hate her or she simply does not want Vareesa to see what she's become. Using her family or people as a motivation may move her.
Ultimately helping her to see past her hatred of Arthas and her own self-loathing and flagellation would be helpful and probably key to her redemption.
History: Sylvanas Windrunner began her life as a High Elf; a Quel'dorei, one of those inhabitants of the Elven kingdom of Quel'thelas. She was the middle child of three sisters, her elder being Alleria, her younger called Vareesa. She had a younger brother as well: Lirath. She spent much of her early life at the Windrunner Spire, her family's estate in Eversong Woods. She, like her sisters, joined the Rangers, the elven military forces tasked with protecting the Quel'thelas from external threats. Her skill and natural leadership abilities were great and she was eventually named Ranger-General, leader of the High Elven armies and defenses.
The relative tranquility and peace of her life was shattered with the coming of the Horde during their invasion of Azeroth. The invading orcs allied with the elves' traditional, age-old enemies, the forest trolls, and attacked Quel'thelas, burning parts of the forest and eventually slaying Lirath. The elves finally joined with the human Alliance to fight the Horde and after a long, terrible war, defeated the Horde, routing the orcs. The survivors were imprisoned or driven back through the Dark Portal. Alleria, still wracked with grief and rage, joined the Alliance expedition to Draenor, journeying through the Dark Portal in pursuit of the orcish Horde. The expedition was never seen or heard from again.
Still, life continued. For years, Quel'thelas was at peace once again and Sylvanas continued to help lead and protect her people, although the elves did withdraw from the Alliance. All of that changed with the coming of the Scourge. Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, had been corrupted and lead the undead Scourge north against Quel'thelas, seeking to use the High Elves' Sunwell to resurrect a powerful necromancer. She led her Rangers in a desperate defense - but the numbers of the Scourge proved too much for them to halt for long. Arthas breached the outer defenses and despite Sylvanas' best efforts, smashed through the inner defenses as well.
Sylvanas made a desperate stand at Windrunner Spire, hoping to buy time for Silvermoon City to prepare themselves. Despite her failures, she had slowed and hindered Arthas and he wished to make her suffer. The two finally met in battle and she was struck a mortal blow, killed by the cursed blade of Frostmourne. She would not be allowed the embrace of death, however.
Vowing to make her pay for the irritation she had caused him, he wrenched her soul from her body in unspeakable agony, returning her to a twisted unlife as a banshee - and his slave. She was forced to aid him in his assault against Silvermoon, helping to destroy her own home and people. She would remain under his control for some time, becoming one of his primary lieutenants and generals - and she detested every moment of it. Her hatred for Arthas became her drive and her ambition - she wanted nothing more but to kill him, to watch him suffer as she had suffered. So she waited, forced into obedience.
Arthas' power and that of the Lich King began to wane and she began to regain her own will. She reluctantly agreed to assist the Dreadlords - demons, agents of the Burning Legion who had created the Scourge - in destroying Arthas and wresting control of the Scourge back to its “proper” masters. However, she secretly laid her own plans and ambushed Arthas after his escape from the Dreadlords' trap. Repossessing her former body, she paralyzed him with poisoned arrow, swearing that she would make him suffer for all that he had done. Unfortunately for her, Kel'Thuzad, one of Arthas' loyal servants arrived and intervened before she could complete her task.
Forced to flee, she allied herself with the Dreadlord Varimathras and gathered her forces - free undead, as well as charmed and mind-controlled mortals. She turned on the other Dreadlords and destroyed them in turn, finally allying herself with Garithos, a human general, to retake the ruins of Lordaeron's capital. She betrayed him, in the end, and had Garithos and his men slaughtered. Lordaeron belonged to the Forsaken - the new name she had coined for her people, the free-willed undead. She constructed a new capital for herself underneath the shattered ruins of Lordaeron's capital, calling it the Undercity.
Some time later, she allied herself with the new Horde - orcs, trolls and tauren under the leadership of Thrall, a former orcish slave who had escaped and then united the defeated orcs. Both she and the Horde needed allies, but both distrusted each other. It would remain an alliance of convenience for the forseeable future. In the meantime, she plotted her revenge against Arthas - now the Lich King - seeking to find true freedom and respite for her people.
She would be instrumental in convincing Thrall to allow the remains of the High Elven kingdom - now calling themselves Blood Elves in memory of their fallen kin - to join the Horde. She still cared for her former people, despite her new-found form and leadership. She also dispatched Forsaken troops to aid the Blood Elves in driving the Scourge from their lands.
After many years, the forces of the Horde and the Alliance finally marched on Northrend to end the threat of the Lich King once and for all. In the interim, Sylvanas had ordered her Royal Apothecaries to prepare a weapon, a new plague, in order destroy her enemies, living and dead. In Northrend, it was finally perfected. However, Grand Apothecary Putress had secretly aligned himself with Varimathras and betrayed both the Horde and the Alliance, deploying the new weapon against them, as well as the Scourge, at the infamous Battle of the Wrathgate. Sylvanas and her loyal followers were driven from the Undercity. With the Horde's help, the traitors were slain and the Undercity retaken.
Following that unfortunate incident Sylvanas and her followers were distrusted by much of the Horde, but they continued to fight on against the Scourge and the Alliance, as they always had. Sylvanas herself finally confronted Arthas inside his fortress of Icecrown Citadel, but found that his power had grown since the last time they had met in combat and was forced to flee. The Lich King was eventually slain and for a short time, Sylvanas was unsure of what to do - her driving goal had been achieved. What now for the Forsaken?
She found the answer, even as the world was shaken to its very core as Deathwing, the former Dragon Aspect of Earth, smashed his way back into the world from Deepholm, causing untold destruction. She turned her attention to Lordaeron once more, allying herself with the Val'kyr - some of the Lich King's former servants - and securing much of the former kingdom for her people. The Val'kyr also solved the problem of her peoples' inability to reproduce - with the Val'kyr she could raise slain or dead humans into undeath in order to convince them to join the Forsaken. Despite misgivings from her allies, she believed the Val'kyr would be invaluable to her.
Ordered by Garrosh Hellscream, the new warchief, to attack the previously impenetrable human nation of Gilneas, she led her forces in an all-out assault against the humans. Her plans suffered a setback, as it turned out the nation was infested with Worgen. Unable to stand completely against them - or the Alliance aid that was arriving for the Gilneans, she fell back to the region of Silverpine to regroup. Despite setbacks, she was able to finally driven worgen and human insurgents from Silverpine and forced Crowley, leader of the worgen resistance, to capitulate. But in her moment of triumph, she was betrayed by one of her new servants - Godfrey, a Gilnean noble brought back in undeath to serve her, shot her in the back of the head, killing her.
And from there, she entered the Barge.
Sample Journal Entry:
I am supposed to be dead, to have died my true death - but I do not recall dying. I was speaking with Crowley. I had won. And then I was here, without warning. Could Godfrey have done something? A worgen? No, my troops would've noticed such a thing. This must be a trick of some sort. There may have been something. No. I will think on that no longer.
Already I have had enough of this nonsense - and I don't even know why I am bothering to write in this foolish thing. A single day aboard this infernal barge and I am already contemplating throwing myself over the side, if only to get away from the inane fools and simpering morons who seem to make up the bulk of the inhabitants.
Except for one. He is here. I thought that monster was finally gone - rotting in Hell or whatever punishment awaited him. But no, he is here. To be “redeemed”. Arthas can never be redeemed.
He can only suffer for his crimes. And if the fools who run this mockery of a prison will not see to it, then I shall.
Sample RP: Northrend was cold, even to the dead. There was an eerie chill about the place that seemed to seep into the skin and bones, permeated the soul. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the Lich King's kingdom. Sylvanas did not know nor did she care to further guess - Arthas was dead. She was leaving the wretched continent behind for the scavengers, for the Argent Dawn to crow over. She had her own Kingdom to rule. In the aftermath of Putress' failed coup, there had been much confusion and with her attention focused on destroying Arthas once and for all, she had allowed pressing issues at home-
Home. Sylvanas paused in her stride and the escort of Dreadguards surrounding her came to a halt, instinctively bristling, their dead, skeletal hands clenching on their weapons as they searched for a threat - even here, in the relative safety of Vengeance Landing.
Home. How odd that she now thought of Lordaeron and the Undercity as home. For as long as she could remember, she had considered Quel'thelas and the woods of Eversong as her home. How easily she had fallen into the role of Queen. Of a ruler of a new people. She raised a gloved hand and examined it absentmindedly, watched as her fingers flexed under the cold steel of her gauntlet. She did not regret that - guiding her Forsaken to greater glory, safety, security in Lordaeron. But there were times, times when she missed the feel of the sun on her face, the cool breeze off of the sea in her hair, the beautiful colors of Eversong-
“My Queen,” The gravelly tones of Dreadguard captain shattered her temproary reverie, “Your ship is waiting.”
She jerked herself from her temprorary respite and looked up, expression and voice as cold as ever. “I do not require your reminders, Captain. I move at my own pace. Is that clear?”
The Forsaken soldier stepped back from her side and bowed low, “My apologies, my Queen. Forgive me...”
She frowned and examined him for a moment, half-tempted to remind him of his place - but he had merely been doing his duty. Protecting her, although truthfully she doubted she needed protection. But that was part of the reason she loved the Forsaken - as much as she could love anymore, she reminded herself with a pang of half-felt anger - they worshiped her. They were willing to throw themselves into the mouth of Hell in order to serve her. She slowly lowered her hand, the other clenched around the handle of her bow.
“You are forgiven, Captain. Do not let it happen again. Now, move quickly. I want to have seen the last of this miserable wasteland by the time the sun sets...”
Special Notes: None.
User LJ: dragoon1940
AIM/IM: dragoon1940
E-mail: dragoon1940 @ gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Sylvanas Windrunner
Series: Warcraft
Age: Unknown; most likely at least a century.
From When?: Just after she gets shot in the back of the head by Godfrey and dies for a second time during the Silverpine questline in Cataclysm.
Inmate/Warden: Inmate. Although she's a relatively sympathetic character and leans toward being an anti-hero at times, Sylvanas is a manipulative, cruel and utterly ruthless ruler, who won't hesitate to employ biological weapons, mind control, necromancy and every nasty trick in the book to get what she wants. The lives of those opposing her are nothing and even the lives of her allies are more like tools or pawns. As she likes to say: “We are the Forsaken; we will slaughter anyone who stands in our way.” She's vicious and some wonder if she's lost what little remains of her humanity along the way.
Item: N/A
Abilities/Powers: Sylvanas possesses - or possessed before she arrived on the Barge - an array of impressive powers and abilities, ranging from the supernatural to the relatively mundane. She can teleport over short distances ( a few dozen yards at most) to avoid attacks or to simply relocate quickly. She has an extensive knowledge of necromantic and demonic magics, allowing her to exude mind control over the weak-willed, to raise mindless skeletons to defend her and do her bidding, and to imbue her arrows with a deadly poison that either paralyzes or kills the target.
In addition, she possesses several powers of the traditional banshee - she can let loose a high-pitched shriek, which will halt any verbal-based spell-casting, as well as being loud enough to cause bleeding from the ears, as well as shatter certain materials, such as glass. She was incorporeal at one point in time, but has since repossessed her body and it is unknown whether or not she can regain this incorporeal form - however, it seems likely that she would be able to, given the ability of most banshees to possess others.
Being undead, she also has no need of sleep or sustenance nor even to breathe, technically.
Aside from her impressive supernatural powers, she is in excellent physical condition (for an undead, anyway) and moves incredibly quickly. She is skilled in the use of swords and knives in hand-to-hand combat and is one of the premiere archers on Azeroth, being able to hit the eye of a bird in mid-flight with a single shot and capable of firing off arrows at incredible speeds.
On the barge, her supernatural powers will be virtually nonexistent. She will be unable to use her mind control abilities, her necromancy or her “Black Arrow”. She will be unable to vanish or teleport herself using the shadows as she is used to, nor will she be able to “unpossess” her body or turn incorporeal. Her wail will also not function (although she can certainly scream). Her physical abilities will remain relatively intact - she will still be about as fast as a peak-level human, and will be an incredibly good shot with a bow.
She will need to being resting in cycles, but her need of food will remain the same - that is, she won't need to eat. Neither will she need to breathe.
Personality: Sylvanas is very much a broken person, struggling to find a place for herself in the world. She was forced to watch, helplessly, while everything she fought to protect was annihilated. Granted not even the peace of death, she was brought back to serve the Lich King, forced to be his unwilling lieutenant and serving him. She helped destroy Lordaeron, Dalaran - and the torture and agony she was sent through changed her. Once she may been an honorable, driven woman. Although her drive remains, everything else about her has shifted.
She is cold, ruthless and utterly pragmatic when it comes to matters concerning the protection of herself and her people. If the best way to victory is by annihilating a future threat, through whatever means necessary, she will do so. She does not hesitate to use whatever weapons are at her disposal - Blight, magic, charms, mind control - anything to give her an edge over a potential opponent. She will gladly sacrifice ally and enemy alike if it means securing victory. She is also capable of immense hatred - she detested Arthas (and likely still does, considering that even saying his name makes her “quiver with rage”) for what he'd done to her and wanted to make him pay for what he had done. Seeing him killed set her adrift, without a cause for a time.
There is also an arrogance about her, that makes many think of her as cold, manipulative witch (which isn't entirely inaccurate). Those beneath her are lower then worms - fools, idiots and wretched scum to be swept aside. This is not entirely feigned. She does think of herself as being a master of both herself and her people - she is their Queen and she deserves respect as one.
Deep down, there is still a part of her that cares. She seems to still have a fondness and protectiveness of her former people - the Blood Elves of Silvermoon - and did her best to convince the Warchief to allow them into the Horde, as well as dispatching her own Forsaken troops to aid them in driving the Scourge from her lands. She cares for the Forsaken - the free-willed undead - underneath her as well. She freed them, in a manner, and led them on their crusade against the Lich King. They adore and love her for it, almost fanatically, and she returns that in fashion. She tries to do what is best for her people, to help them survive in a world where she is surrounded by enemies.
However, as of late, with the Lich King destroyed, she has been left seeking a new purpose and a new drive. The single-minded hatred that consumed her left no answers once he was dead and gone. She turned her fervor toward securing the lands of Lordaeron for the Forsaken. She believes that perhaps by finally securing them a future, she will find herself peace.
In a way, she has embraced what she has become. She has a certain degree of self-loathing of course, but she acknowledges that she is something of a monster - unnatural - and feels that she failed not only her former people, but her own family. This is part of what drives her - she won't let such a thing ever happen to her again. At the same time, she may not really believe that she can be redeemed. Not after all she's done and all she has gone through.
Path to Redemption: Sylvanas may not believe herself able to be redeemed (to a certain extent), but there are cracks in her facade and personality that hint that she still cares for her former life. She misses both of her sisters terribly and she still cares for them - although she has not attempted to contact the sister she knows still lives. Perhaps out of a belief that her sister would hate her or she simply does not want Vareesa to see what she's become. Using her family or people as a motivation may move her.
Ultimately helping her to see past her hatred of Arthas and her own self-loathing and flagellation would be helpful and probably key to her redemption.
History: Sylvanas Windrunner began her life as a High Elf; a Quel'dorei, one of those inhabitants of the Elven kingdom of Quel'thelas. She was the middle child of three sisters, her elder being Alleria, her younger called Vareesa. She had a younger brother as well: Lirath. She spent much of her early life at the Windrunner Spire, her family's estate in Eversong Woods. She, like her sisters, joined the Rangers, the elven military forces tasked with protecting the Quel'thelas from external threats. Her skill and natural leadership abilities were great and she was eventually named Ranger-General, leader of the High Elven armies and defenses.
The relative tranquility and peace of her life was shattered with the coming of the Horde during their invasion of Azeroth. The invading orcs allied with the elves' traditional, age-old enemies, the forest trolls, and attacked Quel'thelas, burning parts of the forest and eventually slaying Lirath. The elves finally joined with the human Alliance to fight the Horde and after a long, terrible war, defeated the Horde, routing the orcs. The survivors were imprisoned or driven back through the Dark Portal. Alleria, still wracked with grief and rage, joined the Alliance expedition to Draenor, journeying through the Dark Portal in pursuit of the orcish Horde. The expedition was never seen or heard from again.
Still, life continued. For years, Quel'thelas was at peace once again and Sylvanas continued to help lead and protect her people, although the elves did withdraw from the Alliance. All of that changed with the coming of the Scourge. Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, had been corrupted and lead the undead Scourge north against Quel'thelas, seeking to use the High Elves' Sunwell to resurrect a powerful necromancer. She led her Rangers in a desperate defense - but the numbers of the Scourge proved too much for them to halt for long. Arthas breached the outer defenses and despite Sylvanas' best efforts, smashed through the inner defenses as well.
Sylvanas made a desperate stand at Windrunner Spire, hoping to buy time for Silvermoon City to prepare themselves. Despite her failures, she had slowed and hindered Arthas and he wished to make her suffer. The two finally met in battle and she was struck a mortal blow, killed by the cursed blade of Frostmourne. She would not be allowed the embrace of death, however.
Vowing to make her pay for the irritation she had caused him, he wrenched her soul from her body in unspeakable agony, returning her to a twisted unlife as a banshee - and his slave. She was forced to aid him in his assault against Silvermoon, helping to destroy her own home and people. She would remain under his control for some time, becoming one of his primary lieutenants and generals - and she detested every moment of it. Her hatred for Arthas became her drive and her ambition - she wanted nothing more but to kill him, to watch him suffer as she had suffered. So she waited, forced into obedience.
Arthas' power and that of the Lich King began to wane and she began to regain her own will. She reluctantly agreed to assist the Dreadlords - demons, agents of the Burning Legion who had created the Scourge - in destroying Arthas and wresting control of the Scourge back to its “proper” masters. However, she secretly laid her own plans and ambushed Arthas after his escape from the Dreadlords' trap. Repossessing her former body, she paralyzed him with poisoned arrow, swearing that she would make him suffer for all that he had done. Unfortunately for her, Kel'Thuzad, one of Arthas' loyal servants arrived and intervened before she could complete her task.
Forced to flee, she allied herself with the Dreadlord Varimathras and gathered her forces - free undead, as well as charmed and mind-controlled mortals. She turned on the other Dreadlords and destroyed them in turn, finally allying herself with Garithos, a human general, to retake the ruins of Lordaeron's capital. She betrayed him, in the end, and had Garithos and his men slaughtered. Lordaeron belonged to the Forsaken - the new name she had coined for her people, the free-willed undead. She constructed a new capital for herself underneath the shattered ruins of Lordaeron's capital, calling it the Undercity.
Some time later, she allied herself with the new Horde - orcs, trolls and tauren under the leadership of Thrall, a former orcish slave who had escaped and then united the defeated orcs. Both she and the Horde needed allies, but both distrusted each other. It would remain an alliance of convenience for the forseeable future. In the meantime, she plotted her revenge against Arthas - now the Lich King - seeking to find true freedom and respite for her people.
She would be instrumental in convincing Thrall to allow the remains of the High Elven kingdom - now calling themselves Blood Elves in memory of their fallen kin - to join the Horde. She still cared for her former people, despite her new-found form and leadership. She also dispatched Forsaken troops to aid the Blood Elves in driving the Scourge from their lands.
After many years, the forces of the Horde and the Alliance finally marched on Northrend to end the threat of the Lich King once and for all. In the interim, Sylvanas had ordered her Royal Apothecaries to prepare a weapon, a new plague, in order destroy her enemies, living and dead. In Northrend, it was finally perfected. However, Grand Apothecary Putress had secretly aligned himself with Varimathras and betrayed both the Horde and the Alliance, deploying the new weapon against them, as well as the Scourge, at the infamous Battle of the Wrathgate. Sylvanas and her loyal followers were driven from the Undercity. With the Horde's help, the traitors were slain and the Undercity retaken.
Following that unfortunate incident Sylvanas and her followers were distrusted by much of the Horde, but they continued to fight on against the Scourge and the Alliance, as they always had. Sylvanas herself finally confronted Arthas inside his fortress of Icecrown Citadel, but found that his power had grown since the last time they had met in combat and was forced to flee. The Lich King was eventually slain and for a short time, Sylvanas was unsure of what to do - her driving goal had been achieved. What now for the Forsaken?
She found the answer, even as the world was shaken to its very core as Deathwing, the former Dragon Aspect of Earth, smashed his way back into the world from Deepholm, causing untold destruction. She turned her attention to Lordaeron once more, allying herself with the Val'kyr - some of the Lich King's former servants - and securing much of the former kingdom for her people. The Val'kyr also solved the problem of her peoples' inability to reproduce - with the Val'kyr she could raise slain or dead humans into undeath in order to convince them to join the Forsaken. Despite misgivings from her allies, she believed the Val'kyr would be invaluable to her.
Ordered by Garrosh Hellscream, the new warchief, to attack the previously impenetrable human nation of Gilneas, she led her forces in an all-out assault against the humans. Her plans suffered a setback, as it turned out the nation was infested with Worgen. Unable to stand completely against them - or the Alliance aid that was arriving for the Gilneans, she fell back to the region of Silverpine to regroup. Despite setbacks, she was able to finally driven worgen and human insurgents from Silverpine and forced Crowley, leader of the worgen resistance, to capitulate. But in her moment of triumph, she was betrayed by one of her new servants - Godfrey, a Gilnean noble brought back in undeath to serve her, shot her in the back of the head, killing her.
And from there, she entered the Barge.
Sample Journal Entry:
I am supposed to be dead, to have died my true death - but I do not recall dying. I was speaking with Crowley. I had won. And then I was here, without warning. Could Godfrey have done something? A worgen? No, my troops would've noticed such a thing. This must be a trick of some sort. There may have been something. No. I will think on that no longer.
Already I have had enough of this nonsense - and I don't even know why I am bothering to write in this foolish thing. A single day aboard this infernal barge and I am already contemplating throwing myself over the side, if only to get away from the inane fools and simpering morons who seem to make up the bulk of the inhabitants.
Except for one. He is here. I thought that monster was finally gone - rotting in Hell or whatever punishment awaited him. But no, he is here. To be “redeemed”. Arthas can never be redeemed.
He can only suffer for his crimes. And if the fools who run this mockery of a prison will not see to it, then I shall.
Sample RP: Northrend was cold, even to the dead. There was an eerie chill about the place that seemed to seep into the skin and bones, permeated the soul. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the Lich King's kingdom. Sylvanas did not know nor did she care to further guess - Arthas was dead. She was leaving the wretched continent behind for the scavengers, for the Argent Dawn to crow over. She had her own Kingdom to rule. In the aftermath of Putress' failed coup, there had been much confusion and with her attention focused on destroying Arthas once and for all, she had allowed pressing issues at home-
Home. Sylvanas paused in her stride and the escort of Dreadguards surrounding her came to a halt, instinctively bristling, their dead, skeletal hands clenching on their weapons as they searched for a threat - even here, in the relative safety of Vengeance Landing.
Home. How odd that she now thought of Lordaeron and the Undercity as home. For as long as she could remember, she had considered Quel'thelas and the woods of Eversong as her home. How easily she had fallen into the role of Queen. Of a ruler of a new people. She raised a gloved hand and examined it absentmindedly, watched as her fingers flexed under the cold steel of her gauntlet. She did not regret that - guiding her Forsaken to greater glory, safety, security in Lordaeron. But there were times, times when she missed the feel of the sun on her face, the cool breeze off of the sea in her hair, the beautiful colors of Eversong-
“My Queen,” The gravelly tones of Dreadguard captain shattered her temproary reverie, “Your ship is waiting.”
She jerked herself from her temprorary respite and looked up, expression and voice as cold as ever. “I do not require your reminders, Captain. I move at my own pace. Is that clear?”
The Forsaken soldier stepped back from her side and bowed low, “My apologies, my Queen. Forgive me...”
She frowned and examined him for a moment, half-tempted to remind him of his place - but he had merely been doing his duty. Protecting her, although truthfully she doubted she needed protection. But that was part of the reason she loved the Forsaken - as much as she could love anymore, she reminded herself with a pang of half-felt anger - they worshiped her. They were willing to throw themselves into the mouth of Hell in order to serve her. She slowly lowered her hand, the other clenched around the handle of her bow.
“You are forgiven, Captain. Do not let it happen again. Now, move quickly. I want to have seen the last of this miserable wasteland by the time the sun sets...”
Special Notes: None.