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[idkmybffbooks]

[ Before arriving here, Jaina had been dozing by a window in her hold at Theramore, her head tipped against the stone windowframe, her fitful sleep kept moderately sound by the peaceful, lulling song of many crickets and cicadas. Dustwallow Marsh was teeming with insects of all kinds, and though some complained about the noisy nights, Jaina found

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[oftheforsaken]

[Honestly, she wasn't expecting to hear this voice.]

...Proudmoore.

[idkmybffbooks]

[ .. and Jaina can't really say that she was expecting this voice, either. ]

.. Lady Sylvanas?

[oftheforsaken]

[Sylvanas allows the initial surprise to disappear, proceeding to "accidentally" pool ink over where her own name is written in the journal.

really, if the rumors of the extent of her magics were true, then, of course this world would want a taste...]

Not the Horde leader you were expecting?

[idkmybffbooks]

[ Jaina is still bewildered. ]

I can't really say what I was expecting. What is going on? Where am I?

[swornanoath]

[Skimming through the pages of her journal, Vereesa catches the sound of a familiar voice and stops. Had she been hearing things? Or could it really be...]

Lady Proudmoore? You've arrived as well?

[idkmybffbooks]

Arrived?

[ Jaina stands and moves towards the sound of the voice. Another Windrunner? ]

What do you mean? What is this place?

[swornanoath]

[That confirms it. Another from Azeroth brought here in such a short amount of time. But why?]

You are in Paradisa. Like you, everyone here has been brought without their knowledge, against their very will.

...If you are looking for the source of my voice, look for a journal.

[idkmybffbooks]

[ And there it is. A plain looking book, lying open. Never one to hesitate before a book, Jaina picks it up and peers into it. ]

So we have been kidnapped.

[sonoflothar]

[Listenin' in on them elf girls talking, he recognizes that name. This girl was just a tiny thing last time he was home, wasn't she?]

Proudmoore? You wouldn't happen to be Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's daughter, would you?

[idkmybffbooks]

[ well there seem to be a great many people from azeroth, here! ]

I - yes, I am; you knew my father?

[sonoflothar]

[More and more every day! Oh, and he doesn't like the way she said 'knew' there. That implies stuff.]

I know him, yes, Miss Proudmoore. I don't believe you ever met personally on Azeroth, unfortunately, but your father was a great man in the war. I am Turalyon.

[idkmybffbooks]

[ Turalyon! Of course Jaina recognizes that name - she's heard ( and read ) all about you! .. but as far as matters with her father are concern, Jaina's insides twist, but she lets the matter drop. It's hardly an appropriate discussion to be had over journals. ]

Turalyon? The Turalyon? A-amazing!

[branbronzan]

[After reading the other comments left...]

Jaina Proudmoore! We're gettin' more familiar faces in here every day!

[idkmybffbooks]

Brann! You're here, as well? Just how many of us has this place taken?

[branbronzan]

Well, lessee now. There's you, me, Turalyon, an' tha Windrunners, so far.

[idkmybffbooks]

[ she purses her lips, tucking all this information away. ]

A decent number. How did you get here, Brann? Do you remember?