[The video feed comes on to show Sindragosa seated in a dark area. The light seems to come from a one o'clock angle at her face, and is pale, muted blue in colour. Her hood is drawn over her face, and her eyes burn bright blue from under it in two glowing pinpricks.What world do the 'Jacobites' come from? I found repeated mention of them in the ( Read more... )

[The video feed comes on to show Demeleier sprawling out below, stretching from the mountain range to the farthest side of the loch, which is swallowed up in mist. The forest stretches to the east, while the graveyard and the grounds of the mansion sprawl to the west. All around, the mist licks at the edges until it becomes an inpenetrable wall of ( Read more... )

[The video feed comes on. The communicator is set in place somewhere, and is pointing out of the mouth of a cave. The wind is shaking the sparse trees which grow on the mountainside, but it is still possible to hear the running of a river nearby. The lake is feeds into is visible in the camera shot. Despite the weather not being cold enough, there ( Read more... )

I return to your pathetic prison.

Consider it a show of goodwill. I was released. I chose to come back.

[But not before she'd had a good snoop around, of course...]

I require questions answered. Of the Temple, and of the manor house. [She would like to know more of the graveyard, but the uproar from the ants of the Horde would not be worthwhile ( Read more... )

[Sometime in the afternoon, the door to the prison will open gently. No one will walk out of it; in a flash, a woman will be at the door leading outside, and opening it. She will take several steps outside, and then stop in the sun. She is beautiful to look at, if slightly haughty. Tall and slender, with jet black ringlets and pale, smooth skin, it ( Read more... )

[Sindragosa is idly fiddling with the communicator. Her blackened, swollen fingers deftly jab at the screen a few times, and then she heaves a sigh, which sounds like air rasped through a tube of sandpaper. She leans back against the wall of her cell, and the blue light flickers out - the closest she will come to closing her eyes. The empty sockets ( Read more... )

[When Sindragosa speaks, her voice is a far cry from the shrieking, hoarse roar of before. It is now a strained, witchy whisper, hissing out from a mouth as dry as dust.]

The situation has since been explained to me…

[There is a long, long pause here. Then her cracked lips turn up into a smile, which can be heard subtly changing the tone of her ( Read more... )

Player Name: Rosh
Player LJ: mydarkrosaline
Contact: butterflyedge22 [AIM] | mydarkrosaline[at]livejournal[dot]com
Character Number: 6

Character: Sindragosa
Fandom: World of Warcraft

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How am I doing with Sindragosa? Should there be more mortals suffering? Should the icy winds of Northrend consume my soul? What sorcery even is this, anyway ( Read more... )