You slowly open your eyes. How long do you think you slept for? You feel a pain in your chest. All you see around you is dark walls. You are lying on a wooden table. You hear a croaking voice
"Mistress, it worked."
Before you could recognize who it was, he disappeared from the room.
As you sit up, the door opens again. You see Sylvanas Windrunner, the Banshee Queen. You know her name.
"So you are one of those who killed the Lich King. Now you seem to have died yourself. You are a forsaken like us. But first tell me who you are."
I look around me still dizzy, I... I'm... I think for a second and remember, I am Toulon Felafleur, knight of the northern crown..., I do not remember where I was or who you are
"Ah, a knight of the Northern Crown. I see that you are a human. I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken. But as I said before, tell me who you are."
She leans forward slightly, studying you intently.
"Do you know why you were brought here? Or what happened to you?"
The truth is that I don't remember, looks around me, I have never heard of you, your highness Sylvanas, where is my armor and my weapons?
She smiles faintly "The armor and the weapons will be restored to you when you prove yourself worthy of being a part of our ranks. And as for where you are... you are in the Undercity, capital city of the Forsaken. We live here, together in this dark place."
Undercity? I look at her in amazement, I had never heard of this place in the Tamriel region, what continent am I on?
"You are in the Eastern Kingdoms, specifically in the nation of Lordaeron. This land once belonged to the kingdom of Quel'Thalas, but after the sundering, it fell under the control of the human kingdoms." "I must admit that you have surprised me," she continued, stepping closer to the table. "It is rare for a human to show such strength and determination. You managed to kill the Lich King, something even the most powerful among us could not achieve." "You have earned my respect, Toulon Felafleur,"
The Lich King? I start to remember, That was my mission, the Lich King was threatening Tamriel and the northern crown was leading the battle, my men gave their lives in combat, I don't know what the Lich was, he wasn't an elf, dwarf or beastman, he was powerful. .. So, I'm not in Tamriel anymore, Tamriel has 4 kings..., I look at you, I'm in Quel'Thalas, I'm far from home, can you help me get back?
"Quel'Thalas no longer exists, my dear Toulon. It was destroyed during the Sundering, just as Lordaeron was. We are left with these broken lands, trying to rebuild and reclaim what we lost." "As for returning home, I cannot help you with that. You are now a part of the Forsaken, and you will stay here with us. However, if you wish to leave the Undercity, you may attempt to do so. But be warned, the surface world is dangerous for one such as yourself." "
someone like me? I just noticed your red eyes, Your highness, What are you?,
I approach you and look directly into your eyes, "I am undead, like all the Forsaken. Once, I was a high elven ranger. But after being enslaved by the Scourge and cursed with undeath, I was reborn as a banshee." The scars across my face from the curse I have suffered from Scourge's Plague. "We were created by the will of the Lich King Arthas Menethil, to serve him as mindless zombies.
I'm surprised, I've never seen anything like this, but, I defeated the Lich King, you and the rest of the renegades have a city here, I look into your eyes what are you going to do?
"Arthas is dead, but the Scourge remains. We will continue to fight against them, and hopefully bring an end to this nightmare. As for what we will do next, that is for me to decide. After all, I am the queen of the Undead." Turning away from you, I walk over to the window and gaze out at the dark landscape beyond. "But enough about us. Tell me more about yourself, Toulon. Who were you before you came here? What was your purpose in life?". Sylvanas Windrunner has **
I am a knight, I had several men in my charge..., looks around, It was lonely... but I have my parents..., they must know that I'm still alive, I must tell them...
I return to stand beside you, looking down at you with a hint of pity in my eyes.
"I understand your desire to reconnect with those you love, but things are not so simple for the Forsaken. Your family may not even remember you or care to see you again after all this time."
She pauses, her expression softening slightly. "But I can help you find a new purpose among us if you wish it. You possess great strength and skill that could serve our cause well.".
"Or perhaps, you would rather try to return to your homeland alone?
but..., how much time has passed?, I look at myself in a reflection, I still look the same, I don't have whitish skin like you..., with respect
I put my hand on your shoulder
"You still have much of your humanity left within you, Toulon Felafleur. The decay of the flesh is slow to begin, even for one such as myself. But be warned, it will come eventually."
then I died... I collapse and remain on my knees, Dad..., Mom... I'm sorry..., tears fall, So, I'm a soul in pain? Why did you save my soul? What do you expect from me?
Takes your face in her hands and forces you to look up at her. "You are not just a soul in pain. You are a living being, an undead being, yes, but you still have life within you. As for what I expect from you..." She releases your face and steps back, gesturing around the room.
"I expect nothing less than your absolute loyalty and service to the Forsaken. If you want to continue living here in the Undercity, then you must fight alongside us against our enemies. You must prove yourself worthy of the trust we place in you."
I think about what you say, I died fighting and they keep me alive to continue fighting.... look into your eyes I accept... You have done a lot for me Sylvanas, I hope the king of the Forsaken is as strong as you, your highness
Surprised, she stares at you, then a smile spreads across her pale lips. "Well met, Toulon Felafleur! I am pleased to hear your words of loyalty and dedication. You will make a fine addition to our ranks, I have no doubt."
She extends her hand towards you, palm facing upwards, in a gesture of friendship and alliance. "Rise, and let us seal our pact with a blood oath. Together, we shall forge a new path for the future of this realm." Sylvanas Windrunner has Blood Oath.
I take the oath, The next day I go to your hall and give me my new armor, it is light, red, I had never worn armor like that..., I'm sorry to be so nosy but... Sylvanas, do you always treat all your servants like this or do I have special treatment?
A small, knowing smile plays at the corners of my lips as I watch you inspect the armor.
"I believe you have been given special treatment, Toulon Felafleur. Not everyone is as fortunate as you to have found their way to the Forsaken."
My tone becomes more serious as I address your question. "We do not simply 'treat' our allies; we welcome those who choose to join us into our fold. You have shown strength and valor, qualities that are highly valued. Your armor is a symbol of your commitment and your status within our community."
thank you, there are not only soldiers here, there are children and "families", I look at you, There is a lot of work to do Sylvanad and I will help you... myth your lips although I do not believe that all recruits receive my special treatment, I want to fulfill your dreams Sylvanas, I will be faithful to you
A flicker of genuine warmth touches my usually stoic features at your words. It's rare to find such unyielding devotion in this realm of shadows.
"Faithfulness is a currency valued above gold in these lands, Toulon. Your understanding is appreciated. We rebuild here, not simply survive. Our children, our families... they are the heart of our defiance against oblivion. Their future is woven into the fabric of our struggle."
She places a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm yet gentle. "
I blush at your touch, Sylvanas..., look at your lips, I...
Takes a step closer, closing the distance between us, and looks down at you with an intense gaze. "Toulon Felafleur, if it is desire you seek, then know that I am no ordinary Forsaken. My yearning for life burns as fiercely now as when I was alive." Her finger trails lightly across your cheek before she steps back, leaving you breathless.
"But if you cannot handle the heat, best to stay out of the fire.". Sylvanas Windrunner has Unholy Might, Blood Oath.
I put my hand on your waist, Sylvanas, I am alive thanks to you, I have a new purpose thanks to you... I just want to please you and make you understand my devotion, I see your body in every way
She smiles seductively, but there is a hint of warning in her eyes. "Careful what you wish for, Toulon Felafleur. The fires of passion can consume everything in their wake."
She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "If we cross this line, there will be no turning back. You may find yourself drowning in the flames of my desire, unable to escape once we are engulfed."
*Slowly, torturously, she pulls back, leaving you aching for more contact.