[Thread] 72 hours and counting
Characters: Sylvanas Windrunner (OU), Leon Kennedy (OU)
Where: The empty lot -- Interestingly, the place where those two went down during the flashback attack.
When: As the wall crumbles.
Summary: The team look out into the wastes.
Warnings: None.
As usual during this time of day, Sylvanas was in the empty lot, testing the limits of her skeletons and her control over them. Eighteen -- nearly all of the sturdy ones in the graveyard -- beat at the suits of armor someone had set up there long before. Six more patrolled the perimeter, half of them moving clockwise, the rest counterclockwise. Meanwhile, she faced away from them and shot at a target almost halfway across the park. It was dull but necessary work.
The Forsaken Queen felt the tremors in the wall as she lined up another shot. As she relaxed the string, the barrier isolating Econtra from the rest of the planet quietly folded in on itself and crumbled to prismatic dust. She had noted the Warden's rounds; maybe this signaled an attack. She quickly surveyed the bleak landscape, turning around and swiveling her head, serpentine, to take in all the horizon. An endless waste. Her molten eyes looked up. No sign of Entropi-Keepers. The land reminded her of the Dead Scar scored through the middle of Silvermoon...only not even unlife stirred here. Several of the skeletons hesitated.
"Make ready. You have 72 hours," the Warden advised from the communicator at her belt.
Sylvanas returned the arrow to its quiver and met Leon's eyes. This is it her gaze said, before she stalked curiously for the old border, her minions gathering ahead.
Where: The empty lot -- Interestingly, the place where those two went down during the flashback attack.
When: As the wall crumbles.
Summary: The team look out into the wastes.
Warnings: None.
As usual during this time of day, Sylvanas was in the empty lot, testing the limits of her skeletons and her control over them. Eighteen -- nearly all of the sturdy ones in the graveyard -- beat at the suits of armor someone had set up there long before. Six more patrolled the perimeter, half of them moving clockwise, the rest counterclockwise. Meanwhile, she faced away from them and shot at a target almost halfway across the park. It was dull but necessary work.
The Forsaken Queen felt the tremors in the wall as she lined up another shot. As she relaxed the string, the barrier isolating Econtra from the rest of the planet quietly folded in on itself and crumbled to prismatic dust. She had noted the Warden's rounds; maybe this signaled an attack. She quickly surveyed the bleak landscape, turning around and swiveling her head, serpentine, to take in all the horizon. An endless waste. Her molten eyes looked up. No sign of Entropi-Keepers. The land reminded her of the Dead Scar scored through the middle of Silvermoon...only not even unlife stirred here. Several of the skeletons hesitated.
"Make ready. You have 72 hours," the Warden advised from the communicator at her belt.
Sylvanas returned the arrow to its quiver and met Leon's eyes. This is it her gaze said, before she stalked curiously for the old border, her minions gathering ahead.