Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 34 (1-100).
[It had been nearly two weeks since she had removed herself from the castle and into the outskirts of the forests, the Banshee Queen seeking solitude in order to sort her issues concerning her past, her present, and now, thanks to a certain Death Knight, she was dwelling upon the future.
All of it was quite the substantial weight, and Sylvanas had quickly found herself grateful for her lack of sleep. Then again, had she required it, she presumed it would make for many sleepless nights. There was so much to consider.
She would be driven to pull herself out of her reverie, however, by a faint noise off in the distance. He ears would twitch and her posture would stiffen as it got closer. And closer...
There would be no seconds to spare. Sylvanas' bow was drawn and an arrow was nocked. It couldn't possibly be Koltira again. No. He was more subtle. Her champion? No. He was obedient. He stayed when told to stay.
Then... who..?]
All of it was quite the substantial weight, and Sylvanas had quickly found herself grateful for her lack of sleep. Then again, had she required it, she presumed it would make for many sleepless nights. There was so much to consider.
She would be driven to pull herself out of her reverie, however, by a faint noise off in the distance. He ears would twitch and her posture would stiffen as it got closer. And closer...
There would be no seconds to spare. Sylvanas' bow was drawn and an arrow was nocked. It couldn't possibly be Koltira again. No. He was more subtle. Her champion? No. He was obedient. He stayed when told to stay.
Then... who..?]