Let None Survive

In the end, death claims us all. Sylvanas Windrunner RP blog. Isola-affiliated. Rank: newcomer. If you're looking for war crimes, have I got a muse for you.

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I know it was short-lived, but I’m dropping Sylvanas from Isola. This muse is very abrasive and humorless, which for me, just isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be. I’ll try to be back with a new character soon. If and when I do, you’ll hear about it from this blog.

I had a great time! Thank you, and sorry for the threads I’m cutting short.

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“Curious how we keep coming up with such similar holidays,” Sylvanas muses. “Perhaps our worlds are not so different after all. But where I come from, I invented Hallow’s End.”

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redwinging‌:

The feeling is mutual. Sylvana looks like a character out of a tabletop game he used to play with Ives back when he was actually in school.

…. That thought actually makes him a bit excited. Calm down, Red, now isn’t the time to fanboy.

“Yeah, great.” He sighs, bemused. “You sound like my little brother. I’m not at all interested in your reasoning.”

She was pissed, and it was making Tim more unresponsive and rude.

“I’m nobody to you. Do you want to die fighting, or do you want to die doing something actually meaningful?”

She snaps her head at him sharply, fury like fire in her eyes.

“I am not a maiden in need of defending, especially not by some masked thespian in tights. If you wish to aid me, then fight by my side. Otherwise, stay out of my sight.”

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“Earn? Please. Getting this power was level 1 acquirement.” He wasn’t going to get talked down to by someone who looked like they needed to get hedging done to their face. 

“I’m the one who made it my own and climbed as high as I have. Now besides your inquiry, what the hell are you?”

With her curiosity sated, she sees little reason to continue toying with the insolent child. She may as well humor him.

"I am Forsaken, cursed by undeath. Of course, you seem more preoccupied with my elven features.” She sneers slightly at the allusion to his earlier comment.

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  It was the weapon that caught their attention, first and foremost. The whistling of an arrow through the air, landing right into a demon cloaked with invisibility ( or so they assumed, unable to see it themself ). And as much as they loathed to say it… it was a relief. Doomguy was by no means doubting their own power, but with the limitations put on them by the damn Seraphim or whatever ran this hellhole, they worried that their force alone wouldn’t be enough to get the surviving humans out of here. They needed backup, like they did in Argent D’Nur. A force to help save people… and she seemed to be a rather optimal candidate. Especially if she had an eye for those invisible demons they seemed to keep missing, the ones that had torn through their suit and left them dripping blood. 

  The hard part was convincing her, what with her being a total stranger. Whistling to get the archer’s attention, they greeted her with a hand on their chestplate and a nod– a greeting between warriors, in D’Nurian culture. Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? War. They needed people to get the humans out, while they took on the demons. ( Like HELL they’d let anyone else fight that fight. It was theirs, and theirs alone. This was their doing. ) A motion was made to the destruction before them both, the Hellscape; followed by a few stiff, shaky attempts at ASL. Talking was a pain in the ass when they were upset, but this needed to be said. 

  “ Help… me? Get people out. Good… fighter. You. I handle… demons. Find survivors? Built… I built safe place. Guarded well. Take survivors there? ”

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The stranger is a sight to behold, standing head and shoulders above even the haughtiest orc. Sylvanas instantly recognizes the gesture as one of camaraderie between soldiers—she’s worked closely with many headstrong warriors, yet she senses that this being is not merely another lumbering brute. Their plan is a sound one, and noble.

Besides, they seem to have retained a good deal more of their power than she has. It looks like they can hold their own out here, and if not, well, she’s more than happy to grieve their heroic sacrifice when the smoke clears.

She acknowledges the stranger with a nod in return.

“Point the way.”

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“You must be insane.”

He speaks with gritted teeth as he grabs her by the arm, practically dragging her away from the fight. He knew- the monsters prowling the city weren’t something to be messed with.

So, he ran with her. Until he found a chance to split off and throw her to a hidden alleyway, almost out of sight.

“Do you really think you can fight this alone?” If she can, he’d be delighted to hear more, but he sincerely doubts it. “You could have died.”

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“Unhand me!” Sylvanas finally rips her arm free. She desperately wants to dissolve into the shadows, grunting with displeasure after finding herself still utterly corporeal.

She sets her sights on the stranger.

“Even with my power sapped away, I will not bow to this place! I shall die fighting, as I always have. It is a trivial inconvenience.”

She looks the human up and down, sizing him up. There are a great many characters here, but she’s never seen an outfit like that. “And just who are you, to think you could rescue me?”

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She’s seen this before, in a future that never took place—that was never allowed to take place.

A wasteland, nothing but silence and dust upon the wind. Toppled, rotting structures littering the landscape like graves. Earth and sky scorched by a fire long since gone out.

And in the middle of it all: the one responsible, impaled upon the ruins of his devastation.

Not even he could escape.

Welcome to End Time.

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shadowedstep‌:

Oh?

Piper goes still, looking up at the woman. Judging by her shift in mood, she must’ve said the right thing. It’s… kind of a relief.

“I’m, uh, going to Yesteryear. It’s this cool abandoned city over that way.” She gestures over her shoulder. “I can explain more stuff on the way if you wanna come.”

She opens the door ahead of Piper, gesturing for her to pass through.

“Lead the way.”

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“It’s called a Quirk, and I was born with it. It’s mine, and it’s all I need to get to the top of the world.” 

He knew better then to judge if this person was evil based on simply their big red eyes. Hell, his eyes were red. Though did she have to glare at him like he was a spell book or something?! 

“What’s it to you, Twig-Brows?”

Ah, just like a human to attack such trivialities. How incredibly neanderthal.

“It means nothing to me, I assure you,” she teases in an almost sing-songy tone. “Though I suppose I should’ve known it was a power you did not have to earn.”

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“Oii, what you staring at?” 

Staring was always an interesting interaction to catch someone doing. Though he hated the fact that someone was looking at him without saying anything. It bothered him and made him angry. 

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“Was I staring? Hm. I am simply fascinated by the magic you wield, child. Tell me, how did such power come into the hands of one so impetuous?”

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shadowedstep‌:

Piper rubs at her arm where the woman grabbed her, letting her shoulders relax slightly in response to her calmer demeanor. 

It is kinda sad that she’s gotten so used to things here, isn’t it? 

“Well, uh. The biggest thing I think you should know is that death is… not really death here. If you get hurt so bad it’d kill you, you still die, I guess. But in a few days, you come back.”

She begins to sway slowly from side to side. It’s a small comfort.

She looks at her feet, considering this. “I know the feeling well.” For a moment, there flashes a barely perceptible glint of sadness in her eye.

Then, she sees the way the human seems to cower in her presence, rocking back and forth. She looks so young, to be trapped here with not even the peace of death as an escape...

Her expression softens, and she shows the girl a genuine smile. “I’ve treated you harshly. Do not be afraid. Whatever your business was prior to this meeting, you may return to it. I will accompany you.”

Did she just invite you for a walk?

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shadowedstep‌:

For the third time in so many minutes, Piper is alarmed. She lets herself be dragged along, going stiff in the woman’s grip, and glances rapidly from side to side in search of… she doesn’t know what. A roommate who can help her escape this awkwardly intense situation? A shadow to hide in? She doesn’t know what. As long as she doesn’t have to meet the woman’s eyes.

“Y-yeah, I know. I wanna go home too. Half the people on this island were taken and are trying to get back. We can – we can work with them. I can, uh, explain how things work here in the meantime?”

She straightens herself out, returning to a neutral but pensive expression. “Yes... yes, an explanation would be most welcome. You must have been trapped here for quite some time to be so at ease, child. I find your acclimation both heartening and despairing.”

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Piper is taken aback by the stranger following. She recoils slightly, hands drumming anxiously at her sides.

But it doesn’t take long to steel her nerve. She takes another step back to restore her personal space, crossing her arms over her chest. This is just another newcomer – a poorly adjusting one, but a newcomer nonetheless who probably needed some help. 

Whether she knew it yet or not.

“I’d say damn, that sucks. I got taken and lost my powers too. Is that why you screamed?”

Sylvanas’ grin sours. For a moment, she says nothing.

Then she grabs the human by the shoulders and drags her inside, slamming the door when she’s done.

She stares at the stranger with great intensity. “We have to get out of here,” she whispers emphatically.

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shadowedstep‌:

Damn, rude. She just wanted to make sure someone hadn’t just been eviscerated. But she supposes she is intruding, so she takes a step back beyond the threshold and lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug.

“I mean, if you heard a super loud scream from a house you were walking by, you’d wanna make sure people were okay, right? I just wanted to make sure nobody was being murdered in here.”

"My, my. How noble of you.” She takes her hand off the door. As Piper steps back, Sylvanas steps forward. “And if someone had been taken from their home? Stripped of their power, and left to rot in a cozy suburb in an unrecognizable corner of nowhere?”

She takes another step forward, placing herself at arm’s length from the stranger. “What would you do then, if this had happened on your watch, in your home?”

Finally, she leans in, face to face, close enough for Piper to feel her cold, dead breath. “Right... under... your... nose?”

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shadowedstep‌:

Is that a threat? Is she being threatened? It’s possible she’s just being snarked at, but the woman is armed, and Piper still has no idea what the hell is going on.

“Uh – getting shot. Were you the one screaming?”

"Ugh, yes.” She spits the words as if offended at being asked.

“Pardon the intrusion,” she continues with a roll of the eyes. “I would hate to disturb this idyllic little villa of yours. I assure you, I won’t waste an arrow on the likes of you.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she places a hand on the open door, “I’ve been told that this is my house.”