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[BACKDATED LIKE WHOA... to Friday, the 23rd]

[Most tour agencies provide fun, chipper tours of the city. Most.

For anyone that happens to catch one of Vereesa's tours, they will find that is not quite what this tour consists of.

At the start of her day, she can be seen with a group of anxious looking tourists as she constantly consults a map of the city to no avail. What kind of maps are these, anyway? Certainly not useful maps if she cannot even make heads or tales of it. Where are they, anyway? And what is that ridiculous structure in the distance? Light if she knows.

Around midday, if anyone should happen upon her, they might notice that she has given up on this tour and let the tourists roam as they please while she sits perched upon the back of a park bench, looking downright annoyed with the days' events. Perhaps she just needs a bit cheering up?

And at the end of the day, she can be found back at the touring agency looking even more frustrated. Piles of paperwork cover her desk and the countertops, and her phone has been taken off the hook. The moment she opens her journal, she lets out an exasperated huff.]

Thank Anasterian this is not my world. I don't see how you "modern" humans manage it.

(ooc: Open via journal or in person at any point in the day! Just let me know. :3 Also backdated for kissing shenanigans I still owe people!)

arrowonthewind.livejournal.com

[Anyone out and about this time of night may come across two vaguely familiar figures silently patrolling the halls. They are elves, sure enough, but their eyes are burning red, their hair and skin pallid. Weaponry adorns their black, ornate armor; well-used swords at hips and longbows crafted from bone slung over shoulders. They move with grace and without sound, their fiery eyes nearly unblinking.

Most attempts to flag them down will result in a wary glance and little else, but if any are feeling ambitious, they're more than welcome to try harder.

For the most part, though, they are standing guard outside room 425.

After a time, a voice carries over the journal. It's perhaps a bit familiar, but with a cold echo to it.]

The Dark Lady has not returned yet. Shall we seek her out?

[And another voice, with the same unearthly echo responds.]

Not yet, sister. She will return. Remember -- patience, discipline.

[ooc. loss start!!! vereesa and alleria are now dark rangers. open in person or over the journal!]

sworn

[Still bound to the hat the castle has forced her to wear, Vereesa looks every bit the part of a Hallow's End--and Halloween--enthusiast. Now she has a robe to match, at least.

She's seated herself in the lobby, pulling out her journal and opening it to speak.]

My sons may not be with me to celebrate the burning of the Wickerman or the regaling of holiday tales, but that does not mean that I cannot share such traditions with others.

Feel free to listen over the journal, or you are welcome to join me in the lobby.

[She clears her throat, and begins to recite her version of the tale of the Headless Horseman.]

( OOC-ly cut for length and rhyming fun! )

sworn

Who: Vereesa Windrunner & King Varian Wrynn
What: Meeting in the hall.
When: Today!
Where: In the hall. Pick a hall. Any hall.
Rating: A for Alliance.

( Read more... )

sworn

( Room 711 Filter )

[A short time later...]

( Sylvanas )

[And later still...

As much as she would like nothing more than to keep herself tucked away in her room, she finds herself growing quite antsy at being so confined. Eventually, she makes her way down toward the lobby. Perhaps the added promise of ice cream has drawn her out?

Regardless, there is one small, silver-haired elf standing about in the lobby, looking around for that ice cream truck. Is she a new arrival? Or is there something familiar about her?]

oftheforsaken.livejournal.com

[If you are to find yourself in the eleventh room on the seventh floor, you will find not simply one single person's mind, but a combination of three collections of memories that all proceed to be illustrated in a similar fashion.

Once in the room, you are faced with a bright, colorful forest with interesting, ornate architecture that looks positively pristine in nature, a picturesque landscape of elven beauty. The sun is shining, the sky is a beautiful shade of illustrious blue, and the woods are thriving with life and luster. As you make your way through the beautiful landscape, you will see an interesting sight indeed.

Four young elves-- three girls and a boy-- frolic and play together, laughing and enjoying themselves as they chase each other around and maybe even wave their small bows and arrows around, grinning as they compare strengths and making playful jabs at each other. The quartet of elves will follow the traveler should they choose to to continue forth, even going to far as to run around them.

Though when a certain something catches their eyes-- and presumably the vistor's-- each girl runs off, showing a three-way fork in the path that you may seem to have followed:

The young blonde girl dashes off to the path at the left, green cloak billowing in the wind and blade drawn with confidence.

The young girl with the dark blonde hair simply continues running as if rushing headfirst into the fray, pulling a deep blue cowl over her head and keeping her bow at her side.

The smallest girl with the snow white hair dashes to your right, grinning happily, looking back at her siblings as she proceeds further into the forest.

The boy however, remains at the root of the fork, back turned to the visitor, watching his siblings dash off without him. If one lingers to investigate him, they may very well sense sadness filling the air around him before he bows his head, disappearing slowly, much like a ghost.]

[Best to move on. Which path you you choose? Dare you risk all three?]

_{(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN!!!

Feel free to make the travels as interactive as you'd like, come in at any part of the visions, etc. If you feel the need to specify, please do so, and we will reply accordingly! Each elf is at the end of their path so if your character isn't nightmare fueled out the the elder sisters' memories, then by all means, hit them up?

WARNING FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD, TERROR, AND THE UNDEAD.)}

sworn

[It began as a simple game between two sisters. When Vereesa had hidden herself beneath the bed and grabbed Alleria's ankles as she passed, thus began an escalating game of hide and seek that would soon encompass all of Paradisa.

From the halls to the lobby to the ever expanding castle grounds... From the town to the forest to the depths of the duck pond. Both sisters continued this game of one-upmanship. And in fact, it is still going.

Wherever a resident might be, they might catch a glimpse of an elven woman hiding where it is least expected. Nowhere is safe, not even the appliances. And not far away, there will be another elven woman searching for her sister.]

(ooc: Feel free to find them ANYWHERE AT ALL. Please specify where you are in the subject of your reply. :3)

deadelfwalking.livejournal.com

[Koltira has waited for and wanted this moment ever since the Light-forsaken castle stole him away from Andorhal. The battle today is not like the last attempt; this time Arthas is separated from his pack; this time his demon-woman will not come to rescue him. This time Koltira will not relent until either he or Arthas lies defeated and broken on the ground.

The others have argued for redemption. The woman, Jaina Proudmoore, maintains her faith--to little good, in Koltira's mind. She is not the only one who seems reluctant to deliver swift justice upon Arthas, however, and as Koltira draws Byfrost from his back he considers the great irony of the situation. The castle took him from imprisonment at Sylvanas's hands, but here, in this time and reality, she is one of the few who understands that Arthas must not be afforded mercy. The traitor prince has done nothing to deserve such tender consideration. If Koltira could, he would destroy Arthas permanently; obliterate him; annihilate him.

Such options were, unfortunately, not available to him in Paradisa. Still, their plan would ensure deep suffering on Arthas's part, and Koltira supposes he can live with that.]

Selama ashal'anore.

((OOC: This is the VS ARTHAS post! If you want to take a shot at this guy, here's the place.)
SECTIONS:
PRE-BATTLE
ROUT
AT THE BORDER))

sworn

[Dictated]

Tell me, Paradisa. Is it selfish to wish that others would arrive in this world, or perhaps remain here? Or is it better to wish such a fate would not befall them? It is a thought that I have struggled with, and continue to, it seems.

We do not belong here, and yet...

[A soft "Tch." She already feels foolish, but it would put her mind at ease to know if she is not the only one with such thoughts.

For anyone who isn't near a journal, Vereesa can be found perched upon a low branch of a tree lining the path that leads toward the city. She has spent the afternoon reading, watching those come and go as they please.]

(ooc: a long-overdue post of the VERY open kind! via journal or in person.)

sworn

[Sisters]

I will be making my way to the archery range today. If you do not have any prior obligations, perhaps you would join me? Having spent so many days at sea, it will be nice to spend time in more familiar territory.

I will wait by the front steps in an hour's time should you care to join me.

sworn

( Private )

sworn

[Much has been going on in Paradisa, particularly relating to her own world. Much that a certain Windrunner has missed.

She has spent most of her days as of late in the library, where she can be found now. In hopes of distracting her from the pain of missing her own sons during the past week, she has immersed herself in the books of the castle, researching what she can and improving upon her own copies of her maps.

Every now and then, she writes upon the page, mistaking her journal for her notebook.]

Vol 3, p. 397
p. 413
~~p. 767~~

Damned ink. Another, please.

[She continues about her business, rather immersed.]

(ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN. Open via journal or in person.)

buttwhoopqueen.livejournal.com

Who: Jade Chan, Members of the J-team, Members of Krasus' team, Deathwing etc. (I know I'm missing people from the tag list...)
What: Getting Jade's talismans back from evil dragon-dude (AKA Deathwing).
When: Today?
Where: Somewhere outside the castle.
Rating: PG?

( Kick Dragon Butt )

sworn

[There's a slight gasp as Vereesa opens her eyes and realizes that she is not where she was moments ago.

In fact, she doesn't recognize where she is at first, which is alarming in itself. She sits up and sucks in a bit of breath. Her muscles ache for reasons she doesn't recall, and when she tries to speak her throat is a little dry.]

Halduron.

...

Vol'jin.

[The sheets of the clinic bed shuffle as she moves to get out of them, still alarmed that she's not in Quel'Thalas, and still unaware of the journal's presence...

or anyone else's presence for that matter.]

(ooc: open via journal or in the clinic! because someone's gotta be there, right?)

sworn

[Backdated to yesterday]

( Windrunners )

[Filtered to allies]

I have returned to the castle, but for how long I cannot immediately say. I've found a peace at the Mineas Well that I did not think was possible, and the time spent with my sisters was much needed. After years of living in a city, I had forgotten how much I had missed surrounding myself with more natural life.

Still, I've matters to attend to, and perhaps a bit of catching up to do as well. I may be contacted through the journal if needed.

( Krasus )

[For anyone else, Vereesa is seated in the lobby of the castle and will likely remain there for some time as she reads through the journal. Though she slept in her room and greeted her long-missed "pets," it still feels empty without her sister in it. She'll remain in the lobby until she can coax her ~~dragon~~friend into being social.]

(ooc: if you're ~~at friendly reputation or above~~ friends with vereesa, you can see the filter. oh, and liadrin can see it, too. also open.)

arrowonthewind.livejournal.com

( Mineas Well filter )

sworn

[Room 711 filter]

[Vereesa has been quiet since her friend's departure, but sitting in her room with Alleria just across from her, she knows she can't hold this silence for much longer. A Windrunner she may be, but she was never quite good at concealing her emotions for very long.

She knows she shouldn't be hesitant to speak with her sisters on any matter. She rises, and walks across the room, finally breaking her silence.]

I did not think a departure would leave me so... affected.

[Alleria looks up from sharpening her arrowheads, brow furrowing. She will make a conscious effort to be delicate about this.] This is your own prerogative, sister. If you do not wish to be affected, simply do not allow yourself to be affected.

Perhaps that is easier said than done. How did you cope when Turalyon-- [She cuts off her own words, suddenly regretting them.]

[MUST REMAIN DELICATE ... but she puts her arrows down, just in case. No use snapping them!] This is a completely different situation, Vereesa. You know this. Moreover, I am wholly unaffected by his departure.

...Or is it that you are simply choosing to be unaffected?

[Alleria inhales deeply at that, curling her hands into fists. She stands swiftly and abruptly, no longer content to be sitting on the floor while her sister dares to loom over her, judging her, and --

What the hell is that.]

[It's then that their conversation is interrupted when the two sisters take notice of the sudden appearance of a third party in the room. One that neither had expected to see at all, or without warning.]

[Well, out of nowhere, there seems to be-- yes. Yes, a Sylvanas, appearing. She seems as confused as the others as red eyes glance around, immediately scowling.]

What...

What is the meaning of this? How have I been summoned here?

[And with that, the doors lock, as does every other exit to the room in question, not that any of the women notice.

It appears as though the dramatics and the tension have only begun.]

(ooc: LOSS START. ruby is vereesa, emerald is alleria, sapphire is sylvanas. like their necklaces. :3)

sworn

( Private )

[She drops her quill, letting it fall to the floor. Then, she speaks, voice somewhat monotonous to mask how she feels.]

Alistair has returned to his own world.

[With that, she closes the journal. She doesn't feel like talking about it.]

arrowonthewind.livejournal.com

( Room 711. )

sworn

[She knows it will not write itself. She stares at the blank page before her, pen in hand and unsure of what to say or where to even begin.

What she said she recalls quite vividly. Her own words haunt her, her actions infuriate her. This was not her, was it? She would have never been so cruel, and yet... Perhaps she had always harbored such thoughts.

She can't forgive herself, and she doesn't expect anyone else to, either.]

( Filtered to anyone she spoke with over the week, sans Arthas & Riful )

[She reads what she's written over and over, and she is not satisfied. Still, she does not know what else she could possibly say.

No, there is more she can say.]

( Liadrin )

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