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[The past month had been an exercise in patience.
Every day, Alleria woke up and had to restrain herself from simply marching down to the manor where Arthas Menethil kept himself, and putting out his eye with an arrow. But even through her fury, she understood that such a thing was foolish, to go by herself.
She even worried that the small contingent she'd gathered would not be enough.
But she didn't allow herself to dwell on such thoughts for long. No. Doubting their assured victory would only lessen her resolve, make her weak and destroy her concentration. She would not allow herself any distractions, and this included second-guessing herself, or her compatriots.
They would win. There was no other possible outcome.
And so, Alleria is atop her steed, waiting in the orchards as she'd indicated. Her mount tosses its head occasionally, pawing anxiously at the ground, as if sensing its mistress's impatience to move out. Not such a difficult task, really; Alleria is visibly tense, gripping her bow tight in her hands, muscles taut as her green, slanted eyes flick about, scanning the area for any threats -- or for her companions.]
[ooc. closed to those who are tagged! guys, head on over to the aim chat "failraid" for plottings, if you want! also, gimme a second to get threads up and ready before you tag in ... GO GO GO]
Every day, Alleria woke up and had to restrain herself from simply marching down to the manor where Arthas Menethil kept himself, and putting out his eye with an arrow. But even through her fury, she understood that such a thing was foolish, to go by herself.
She even worried that the small contingent she'd gathered would not be enough.
But she didn't allow herself to dwell on such thoughts for long. No. Doubting their assured victory would only lessen her resolve, make her weak and destroy her concentration. She would not allow herself any distractions, and this included second-guessing herself, or her compatriots.
They would win. There was no other possible outcome.
And so, Alleria is atop her steed, waiting in the orchards as she'd indicated. Her mount tosses its head occasionally, pawing anxiously at the ground, as if sensing its mistress's impatience to move out. Not such a difficult task, really; Alleria is visibly tense, gripping her bow tight in her hands, muscles taut as her green, slanted eyes flick about, scanning the area for any threats -- or for her companions.]
[ooc. closed to those who are tagged! guys, head on over to the aim chat "failraid" for plottings, if you want! also, gimme a second to get threads up and ready before you tag in ... GO GO GO]