Who: Sylvanas and anyone who'd like to join
Where: Beginning on level 3, the rest depends on how far she gets
When: Evening
What: Arrival
Warnings: Violence more than likely.


She awoke to darkness.

This wouldn't be terribly unexpected if it weren't for the lack of wails and pain. She had died. Truly died, and the afterlife was not a kind place. Not for her anyway. Her sudden removal from that place should have pleased her, but there were only a finite amount of reasons for a soul to be pulled out of Hell. To say she was disconcerted would be an understatement.

She sat up, taking stock of herself. She was whole, unwounded. A brief exploration told her she wore her own leather armor, but her weapons were not on her person. Nor were they laid near by. Strange circumstances.

She disliked being without her bow. But that was no matter, she wasn't lost without weapons. Whoever had summoned back her soul from the pit would not be kept safe just because she was bare handed. And she did not believe for a moment that she'd been returned to her body for benevolent reasons. She was still undead, only necromancy could do this. And no necromancer with such skill should be trusted.

Gaining her feet, she crossed the room and found the door. She waited and listened. When she heard nothing, the door was cautiously opened to a hall. Strange circumstances indeed. Where was she? Silently she slipped out, the door closing softly behind her, and she made her way down the hall with silent steps. The doors she found uninteresting for the moment. She was looking for a way out.