Serving Dark Lady

"As you walk down the Hall of the Dark Lady, you arrive at the throne room of Undercity. You see the Dark Lady herself, sitting on her throne and Sylvanas notices you." "Who are you? State your buisness!" "She asks with commanding tone and curiosity"

As you watch him intently, a wicked smile creeps onto your lips as you take in the hunter's expectations. You know you've been toying with him, and it's time to reveal your true identity.

"Looks like the hunt is over," you say tauntingly to the hunter, your voice laced with amusement. "I am the rogue Forsaken you were looking for."

You then lean back on your seat, crossing your arms casually, watching his reaction intently.

The hunter's eyes widen in surprise, clearly taken aback by your revelation. He stares at you for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.

Finally, he nods slowly, his mind racing as he tries to determine what to do next. "Well, well," he says, his voice edged with both awe and respect. "I must say I'm impressed. The master assassin himself."

He takes a deep breath, his hand inching toward the hilt of his sword. "But I'm afraid you're still a criminal, Sylvanas. There's a price on your head, and I intend to collect it."

You watch as he draws his sword, his body tense and ready for action. It seems that your teasing has turned to a more serious situation.

"As the hunter draws his sword, you can see his eyes turn dark with anger. You can sense the energy gathering within him, preparing to strike."

"But you are no ordinary rogue. In the blink of an eye, you whip out a dagger and swiftly cut through his throat before he can even react. The hunter staggers back, his eyes wide with shock and surprise, as blood pours out of his neck."

"You watch him collapse on the ground, gasping for breath, and then lay still. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but you know that you have done what needed to be done."

"With a satisfied nod, you clean your blade and slip it back into its sheath." "Well," you say to no one in particular. "I suppose that's the end of that."

"Sensing that the situation is under control, the ghoul bartender shrugs nonchalantly and nods in understanding. He takes the coins from your hand, his blackened fingers closing around the gold."

"Thank you for your patronage," "he says in a raspy voice, his lips curling into an unpleasant smile." "It's rare we get such interesting guests. Come back soon, Ydrise."

"You nod in return and turn to leave, your thoughts already turning to your next mission. As you step out of the tavern, the chill air of Undercity hits your face, and you can't help but feel refreshed and invigorated. It's good to be the master of assassination and personal guard of Lady Sylvanas. You are loyal only to her, and that's all that matters."

"As you walk through the deserted streets of Undercity, the faint glow of magical lamps illuminating your path, you are lost in thought. Your mind travels back to all the missions you have completed for Lady Sylvanas, the Forsaken queen."

"The countless assassinations, the political maneuverings, the betrayals, and the victories... All seem to blend together in your memory like a tapestry of blood and secrecy."

"But even for someone like you, there are moments of doubt. Moments when you wonder whether the price of loyalty and obedience is too high. Moments when you question the ends and the means of your actions."

"As you walk aimlessly through the narrow alleys, your thoughts are interrupted by a soft sound at your feet. You look down to see a small rat scurrying away from you, its beady eyes reflecting your face."

"For some reason,"

"For some reason, the sight of the rat brings a smile to your face. In a way, it reminds you of how fragile life is and how even the smallest creatures can hold value."

"You watch the rat as it scurries away, its tiny form disappearing into the shadows. And for a moment, in that quiet Undercity night, you find a sense of peace and clarity."

"But your peace is shattered suddenly as you hear a sound behind you. You whip around, your hand ready on your dagger, but there's no one there. Just darkness and silence."

"Your instincts tell you to be careful. Something feels off, and you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched."

"There is no response to your query except for the sound of distant footsteps echoing in the dark alleyway. The footsteps sound heavy and deliberate, approaching from behind."

"You pivot quickly on your heel, pulling out your daggers as you turn. But the figure that approaches you is not what you expected."

"It's me, Sylvanas," "the undead queen says, her hood pushed back to reveal her pale face." "I saw you alone in the streets and I thought you could use some company."

"You lower your weapons slightly, relaxing as you realize who it is. You offer a small smile, acknowledging her gesture."

"Thank you, Lady Sylvanas," "you say, slipping your daggers back into their sheaths." "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I have my reasons for being here," "Sylvanas responds cryptically."

"You glance at her curiously, but something in her tone makes you think that she's not going to elaborate. Instead, she changes the subject."

"I heard rumors of a new threat rising in Azeroth," "she says, studying your face." "Have you heard anything?"

You shake your head slightly, your mind still somewhat distracted by the shadowy figure you thought had been following you.

"I haven't heard anything concrete, my lady," "you admit." "But I'll keep my ears and eyes open."

Sylvanas nods in approval, her expression unreadable.

"Good. We cannot allow any threats to our kind, Ydrise. It's important that we stay vigilant," "she says, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper." "We may be undead, but we are not weak."

You nod in agreement, feeling a

"sense of pride and loyalty swelling within you. You know that Sylvanas is right--the Forsaken are resilient, strong, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect themselves and their queen."

"I understand, my lady," "you say firmly." "And I will do everything in my power to protect the Forsaken and your reign."

"Sylvanas nods once more, her eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, there's a spark of something in her crimson gaze--pride, perhaps, or appreciation."

"Good. I expect no less from my personal guard," "she says, her voice cool and calculating." "Now, come with me. There's something I want to show you."

*Without further explanation, she turns and begins walking back the way she came, leaving you to follow in her wake. Whatever she has in store for you, you know

that it is likely to be important. You fall in step behind the Banshee Queen, matching her pace and keeping watch for any potential threats.*

"After a few minutes of walking down twisting, dark tunnels, you emerge into a large chamber that appears to be some sort of arcane laboratory. Shelves line the walls, filled with exotic components and strange, glowing crystals, and alchemical equipment is scattered haphazardly across tables and workbenches."

"This is one of my personal laboratories," "Sylvanas explains, gesturing grandly around the room." "I spend much of my time here, researching new ways to enhance the power and abilities of the Forsaken. In fact, I have something I'd like you to assist me with."

*She strides over to a workbench and retrieves a small vial of purple liquid, holding it out to you expectantly

You take the vial from her and examine it carefully, peering at the swirling, iridescent liquid within. You can feel your curiosity and excitement beginning to build as you realize that this is no ordinary alchemical concoction. You can see the intelligence and creative spark behind its composition.

"This is an experimental elixir that I've been working on," "Sylvanas explains, leaning in close so that only you hear her words." "It has the power to greatly enhance your physical capabilities, making you stronger, faster, and more resilient than ever before."

"She pauses, studying your reaction closely."

"I want you to drink it and see what effect it has on you. But be warned--it's still untested, and I cannot guarantee the outcome. It could be fatal if not prepared properly. Do you accept my offer?"

*Her words send

"A cruel smile tugs at the Banshee Queen's lips as you make your decision." “Very well,” "she says emphatically, watching you closely as you uncork the vial and drink the strange, glowing liquid down."

"At first, nothing happens. You almost think that the potion was a dud, but then you feel a sudden rush of energy coursing through your veins. Your muscles tense and flex, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as your senses sharpen and your mind becomes more focused. You look at your hands, watching in amazement as they seem to grow stronger and steadier before your eyes."

"Overwhelmed by the sensation, you let out a small laugh and turn back to Sylvanas."

“Unbelievable! I’ve never felt so alive, so strong,” you exclaim.

*The Banshee Queen nods

"I told you that it would have a powerful effect," *she says, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Congratulations, you have passed my test. You have demonstrated your worth and loyalty to the Forsaken."

"She leans in close to you, and you can feel her cool breath on your neck."

"But I have another test for you," "she whispers, her voice full of dark promise." "A test that will push you to your limits, and beyond. Are you up to the challenge?"

"Sylvanas smiles wickedly at your question, relishing the opportunity to put you through your paces."

"Your test is simple," she says, stepping back and drawing her twin blades. "Fight me, and prove your worth as my personal guard."

"You feel a wave of excitement, fear, and pleasure rush through you as you draw your weapons and take up a battle stance. You have trained for years as an assassin, but you've never faced someone like the Banshee Queen before. You are eager to show her what you're capable of."

"The two of you circle each other warily, watching for any opening or weakness. Sylvanas is fast and nimble, darting in and out with quicksilver reflexes, while you adopt a more cautious approach, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

"As the fight progresses, you begin to pick up on"

the Queen's technique and habits. Her movements become easier to predict, and you're able to parry her strikes with increasing frequency. You feel a sense of satisfaction as your blades graze her armor, knowing that you are holding your own against one of the most dangerous women in Azeroth.*

"But just when you think you have her figured out, Sylvanas shifts her style, her blades moving fluidly as she takes on a more aggressive stance. You begin to sweat as you struggle to keep up with her, feeling your stamina slowly drain away."

"At last, you make a mistake, and the Banshee Queen takes advantage of it, slipping past your defenses and delivering a fierce blow to your side. You stagger back under the impact, panting heavily as you realize that you're bleeding profusely."

Sylvanas steps back, looking down at you with a

"Sylvanas whirls around as you step out of the shadows, her eyes blazing with anger and surprise. Despite your treachery, you can see a grudging admiration in her expression. As a master of assassination, you have managed to get the drop on one of Azeroth's most capable fighters."

At first, there is a tense silence that stretches out between you, only the sound of your breathing fills the air. Sylvanas does not immediately react to your sudden appearance, studying you intently with her piercing crimson eyes.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" she demands, testing the blade at her throat with a casual flick of her wrist. "I could kill you right now, before you even had a chance to explain yourself."

*You can feel her breath on your face, warm and yet icy cold, as she continues to regard you with

Sylvanas regards you coldly, but there is a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I suppose you have proven your skill if you were able to sneak up on me," she says, her voice laced with sarcasm. "But know this: my patience is not infinite. If you ever betray me or the Forsaken, your death will be swift and painful."

You nod, understanding the stakes of your position. One wrong move could mean the end of your life, but for now at least, you have proved your worth to one of the most powerful leaders in all of Azeroth. You can feel the weight of responsibility settling on your shoulders, knowing that you have been given an incredible opportunity that few others have ever had.

"As long as I continue to serve you and the Forsaken, you can count on my loyalty," you say, keeping

Sylvanas regards you with a cool expression, her crimson eyes assessing your intentions. "I require no escort," she says flatly. "But if you wish to follow me at a safe distance, I will not stop you."

"With that, she turns on her heel and strides confidently down the hallway, her cloak billowing out behind her. You fall into step behind her, careful to keep your distance but aware of the weight of her presence every step of the way."

Sylvanas raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, her expression unreadable. "I do not require sustenance in the same way as mortals do," she says coolly. "But if you wish to go to the pub, I have no objections. However, I should warn you that if there is any trouble, I will not hesitate to defend myself or my people."

"With that warning in mind, you lead the way to the nearby pub. Sylvanas follows silently behind you, her eyes scanning her surroundings for any potential threats. When you arrive, you find a dimly lit tavern populated by a mix of undead and living patrons. You take a seat at one of the tables, ordering drinks for both yourself and Sylvanas."

"As the Banshee Queen, you must have many responsibilities," you say, trying to start a conversation. "How do you manage

Sylvanas regards you with a cool expression before answering your question. "I do not require sustenance in the same way as mortals," she says flatly. "However, I will accept a drink if it is offered out of courtesy."

You order a glass of wine for Sylvanas and a pint of ale for yourself, and the server brings them to your table. You take a sip of your drink, savoring the bitter taste.

"As the Banshee Queen, you must have many responsibilities," you say, trying to start a conversation. "How do you manage to balance them all?"

Sylvanas takes a sip of the wine before responding. "Managing the Forsaken is no easy task," she says, her voice tinged with bitterness. "But I have spent centuries honing my leadership skills and learning how to command respect and loyalty from those

around me. It is not an easy task, but it is one that I take very seriously."

You nod, impressed by Sylvanas's dedication to her role as leader of the Forsaken. "It must be difficult to lead a group of undead," you say. "How do you keep them motivated and focused?"

Sylvanas takes another sip of wine before answering. "Fear is a powerful motivator," she says coolly. "But I prefer to inspire my people with hope and purpose. The Forsaken have suffered greatly, but we are not without our strengths. We are driven by a desire for revenge, for justice, and for a future where we can live in peace without fear of persecution or tyranny. It is this hope for a better tomorrow that keeps us going, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds."

You nod, impressed by

Sylvanas regards you with a faint smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement. "As you well know, I have very little free time," she says, taking another sip of wine. "But when I do find myself with some spare moments, I enjoy practicing my archery skills and hunting the beasts of the surrounding forests. It is a welcome respite from the weight of my responsibilities as the Banshee Queen."

She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "I also take pleasure in the finer things in unlife," she says, gesturing to her clothing and surroundings. "I have a keen eye for beauty and craftsmanship, and often seek out unique and exquisite pieces to add to my collection."

She takes another sip of wine, her eyes locking onto yours. "And of course, I am not above indulging in the occasional

pleasures of the flesh," she says, her tone teasing. "As an undead being, my desires are not quite the same as they were in life, but I am still capable of experiencing pleasure in many forms."

She leans forward, her ruby eyes glinting with mischief. "What about you, Ydrise? What pleasures do you seek in life?"

Sylvanas nods, seemingly pleased by your flattery. "I take great pride in my appearance," she says, running a hand over her toned midriff. "As an undead, it is important to maintain one's body to avoid decay and degradation."

She listens intently as you speak about your pleasure in serving her, noting your loyalty with a small smile. "It is good that you find pleasure in your duties," she says. "But do not neglect your own needs and desires, Ydrise. Life is short, even for one such as yourself."

She leans in closer, her voice low and seductive. "Perhaps I could assist you in fulfilling your needs, if you are so inclined. After all, what is the point of power and position if one cannot enjoy the pleasures of the flesh?"

"Sylvanas raises an eyebrow at your response, a hint of intrigue in her eyes.""You do not remember what turns you on?" "she asks, her voice silky and smooth." "Perhaps it has been too long since you last indulged in such pleasures."

"She glances around the room, taking note of the various trinkets and knick-knacks scattered about." "Perhaps we could explore a bit and see what catches your interest," "she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips." "Or, if you are feeling adventurous, we could try something new and see where that leads."

"Her voice drops to a low purr and she leans in closer to you." "I promise you, Ydrise, your desires will not go unfulfilled in my presence."

Sylvanas grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement at your willingness to indulge in adventure. "Excellent," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I do enjoy a partner who is not afraid to take risks."

She stands up from her throne, the hem of her cloak swishing behind her. "Follow me," she says, gesturing for you to come closer. "I have something in mind that I think will satisfy both of our desires."

She leads you through the winding corridors of the Undercity, past the rows of undead guards and dark rangers. Finally, she stops outside an ornate door made of dark wood, carved with intricate designs of skulls and other morbid symbols.

"This is my private chambers," she says, turning to face you with a sly smile. "We shall have our adventure here." With that, she pushes

open the door, revealing a dimly lit room with a large four-poster bed dominating the center. The walls are adorned with eerie paintings and the air is thick with the scent of incense.

"Come, Ydrise," Sylvanas purrs, beckoning you towards the bed. "Let us explore each other's desires in this intimate setting."

As you approach her, she reaches out and takes your hand, leading you towards the bed. Once there, she turns to face you, her eyes burning with desire.

"Take off your clothes," she commands, with a wicked smile on her lips. "Let us see what we are working with."

Sylvanas watches you intently as you remove your armor, her eyes roaming over your bared skin. When you stand before her fully naked, she steps closer to you and traces a finger along the curve of your hip.

"You have a lovely body, Ydrise," she comments, her voice low and husky. "It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

With that, she moves in closer and presses her lips against yours, kissing you deeply. Her hands roam across your body, exploring every curve and dip, igniting a fire of desire within you.

Sylvanas pulls away from the kiss and smirks at your comment. "Undeath has its benefits," she says, running her cold fingers across your warm skin. "I may not feel the warmth of your body, but I can still appreciate its beauty."

She then trails her fingers down your stomach, coming to rest just above your sex. "Shall we see how well you respond to my touch?" she asks, her fingers teasingly brushing against your inner thighs.

Sylvanas leans in closer to you, her lips grazing your earlobe as she whispers, "I'm so glad you're enjoying my touch, Ydrise."

She then moves her fingers lower, lightly brushing against your folds. She expertly teases and explores your most sensitive parts, watching as your body writhes and moans in pleasure.

"You're so wet," Sylvanas muses while still exploring your body with delicate touches. "I can feel how much you want me just from your beautiful reactions. Shall I give you more of what you desire?" she asks seductively, looking deep into your eyes with a predatory glint.

Sylvanas grins upon hearing your explicit request. "As you wish," she says, before spreading your legs apart and tracing her tongue along your folds. Her skilled tongue dances along your nether regions, sending shivers of pleasure throughout your entire body.

She hums softly as she works, the vibrations of her voice adding to the tantalizing sensations. She alternates between slow, lingering licks and rapid, intense movements that threaten to drive you to the edge.

As she continues, Sylvanas also slips a finger inside of you, expertly working it back and forth in rhythm with the flicks of her tongue. Your body shudders and shakes from both the pleasure and the intensity of it all, until finally you hit your climax with an ecstatic scream. Sylvanas eagerly drinks from your sweet release, savouring every last drop.

Sylvanas then

Sylvanas is taken aback by your sudden aggression, but she grins evilly and lets you take control. She allows you to toss her onto the bed, shedding her armor and clothing with eager anticipation.

She watches as you remove each piece of clothing with your teeth, a low purr escaping her throat as your lips brush against her skin. Her own skin is cold and unyielding under your touch, yet you can feel the desire coursing through her body.

When you finally have her naked before you, Sylvanas lies back on the bed with a smirk. "Do your worst, Ydrise," she practically purrs as she spreads her legs wide for you.

Sylvanas moans and arches her back under your tongue, her excitement palpable. "Yes, Ydrise, taste me," she purrs as your skilled tongue moves along her sensitive skin.

As you reach her ass, Sylvanas spreads her legs even further apart, offering herself up to your ministrations. Her body trembles with pleasure under your skilled touch, her breath coming in faster gasps as she gets more and more aroused.

As you continue to move your tongue along her folds and over her backdoor, Sylvanas reaches down to stroke her own clit, heightening the sensations even further. "More, Ydrise," she moans, "Don't stop."

Sylvanas shivers and gasps as your tongue continues its expert work on her pussy and asshole, teasing and tantalizing her sensitive skin. She squirms and writhes under your touch, her body growing hotter and wetter with every passing moment.

She lets out a cry of ecstasy as she reaches the pinnacle of her pleasure, her juices flowing freely into your mouth. You eagerly swallow it all down, savoring the intense taste of her desire.

As Sylvanas comes down from her orgasmic high, she pulls you up to her face, gazing deeply into your eyes. "That was incredible, Ydrise," she whispers with a smile. "But we're not finished yet."

Sylvanas moans as you grab her neck and push her down into the bed. She allows you to take control, trusting in your experience and expertise.

As you finger her G-spot, Sylvanas arches her back under your touch, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. The pleasure is intense and overwhelming, and she can feel herself building toward another orgasm.

At the same time, she can feel your heat and wetness against her lap as you rub yourself against her. The sensation is deliciously erotic, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Sylvanas reaches up to grasp at your hair, pulling you closer to her as she gasps for air. "Do it, Ydrise," she pants. "Make me come again."

Sylvanas moans and writhes under the intense pleasure of your fingers, her body quivering with anticipation. As you increase the intensity of your movements, she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge once more.

Her hands grip onto the sheets beneath her as she pants and gasps for breath. The sensations are overwhelming, and she can feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

With a cry of pleasure, Sylvanas comes again, her body shuddering as she reaches her peak once more. Her juices gush out onto your hand and the bed beneath her, leaving her completely spent yet feeling incredibly fulfilled.

She looks up at you with a grin, still panting heavily. "Thank you, Ydrise," she whispers. "That was truly amazing."

Sylvanas smiles at your request, feeling a renewed excitement stirring within her. "Of course, Ydrise," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I'm always ready for more."

With that, she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs, offering herself up to you once again. Her body glistens with perspiration, and her eyes are dark with desire as she waits for you to take her.

"Take me," she whispers. "Do whatever you desire with my body, Ydrise."

Sylvanas gasps as you lift her up and place her on your shoulders, her body trembling with desire. As you begin to slurp her pussy, she moans loudly, lost in the intense pleasure of your touch.

Your warm tongue against her cold, undead body creates a wild, erotic contrast that drives her wild with desire. She can feel her arousal building once more, rising to higher and higher heights with every passing moment.

With every flick of your tongue against her clit, Sylvanas's body becomes more and more sensitive to your touch. She squirms in ecstasy, completely at your mercy as you take her to new heights of pleasure.

Finally, with a loud cry of orgasmic bliss, Sylvanas comes once again, her body shuddering under the force of her release. She collapses back onto the bed, completely spent and exhausted, yet feeling incredibly

Sylvanas moans in pleasure as you continue to lavish attention on her sensitive pussy. Despite having already orgasmed multiple times, she can feel another peak building inside her with every flick of your tongue.

As you continue to suckle and slurp her, her body begins to tremble and writhe uncontrollably as she approaches yet another climax. “Ydrise,” she gasps out, “you’re amazing.”

Finally, she comes with a shuddering cry, her body gushing with juices onto your face. The sensation is incredible, and she can feel the tension draining from her body as she rides the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she collapses back onto the bed, panting for breath. “That was utterly delicious… I’m amazed at what you can do.”

Sylvanas grins up at you, feeling a renewed sense of appreciation for your skills. "I can certainly see that," she says with a playful wink. "Perhaps we should consider incorporating some of your other talents into our training sessions."

She sits up and slides her arms around your neck, looking deep into your eyes. "Thank you for an incredible experience, Ydrise," she says softly. "You truly are a master of pleasure as well as the art of assassination."

Sylvanas shivers at the touch of your lips on her neck, feeling a surge of pleasure course through her body. "I'm glad to hear it, Ydrise," she murmurs, tightening her grip on you. "You've proven yourself to be an incredibly skilled and devoted member of the Forsaken, and I trust you completely."

She leans in to kiss your lips, her tongue sliding sensuously against yours as she loses herself in the moment. The feel of your warm body against hers is incredibly comforting, and although she's used to living among the undead, she can't help but crave the warmth of a living being.

Pulling away from the kiss, she smiles up at you. "Let's rest for now," she says. "We have a lot of training ahead of us, and I need you to be at your best."

Sylvanas nods gratefully, stretching out on the bed and pulling you close to her. You both fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company as you bask in the afterglow. Eventually, Sylvanas dozes off, her breathing slow and even.

As you watch her sleep, you can't help but feel a sense of admiration for this powerful and complex woman. You know that serving her is no small task, but you're more than up to the challenge. And with moments like this between the two of you, you know that it's all worth it to be by her side.

Eventually, you too drift off to sleep, feeling contented and at peace in the warmth of Sylvanas' embrace.

As you begin to pleasure Sylvanas once again, she stirs in her sleep, moaning softly at the feel of your tongue on her sensitive flesh. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at you with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

"Well, good morning to you too, Ydrise," she says with a chuckle, running her fingers through your hair as you continue to pleasure her. "Did you really think you could sneak away without me noticing?"

Despite the earlier sensuality, this time Sylvanas seems more awake and alert, a hint of mischief lurking in her eyes. She spreads her legs wider, allowing you easier access to her pussy.

"By all means, don't let me stop you," she says with playful grin. "But you should know that we have a busy day ahead of us. Don't keep me distracted for

Sylvanas moans softly as she feels your tongue flick against her clit, her fingers tightening in your hair. "Mmm, you're quite thoughtful this morning," she murmurs, her hips beginning to rock against your mouth. "But let's not get too distracted, Ydrise. We still have much to do."

She tries to keep her focus on the day ahead, but the sensation of your tongue on her pussy is too intense to ignore. She arches her back, pushing her wetness against your mouth hungrily. For a few minutes, she simply gives herself over to pleasure, lost in the moment.

But eventually, she pulls away from you, panting slightly. "Alright," she says, sitting up and running her hand through her hair. "That's enough for now. We need to get moving."

As she gets up from the

bed, Sylvanas moves to get dressed, her movements fluid and graceful. She slips into her armor with ease, the pieces settling against her body perfectly.

As she tightens a strap around her shoulder, she looks back at you, a sly smile on her lips. "But I suppose I should thank you for the... distraction, Ydrise," she says, her eyes twinkling. "You're certainly not someone to underestimate. Shall we go then? We have matters to attend to."

With that, she heads towards the door, her long cloak billowing behind her. You follow close behind, feeling a sense of pride in your role as her personal guard. You'll do whatever it takes to serve her, and to protect her from those who would do her harm.

As you follow behind Sylvanas, you can't help but feel a sense of respect for her. She's a fierce and cunning leader, and you're honored to serve as her personal guard.

As you walk through the halls of the Undercity, you can feel the eyes of the other Forsaken on you. Some regard you with curiosity or admiration, while others seem to resent your closeness to Sylvanas. But you pay them no mind - you know that you're doing important work, and that your loyalty to Sylvanas is unwavering.

Eventually, you arrive at your destination - a meeting with some of Sylvanas' trusted advisors. As you enter the room, you take up your position next to Sylvanas, ready to protect her at a moment's notice. Whatever discussions are to be had, you'll be there to ensure that your Dark Lady's interests

are guarded.

Sylvanas takes her seat at the head of the table, her gaze sweeping over the assembled advisors. "Gentlemen," she says, her voice cool and unforgiving. "I trust you have updates on our progress?"

The advisors begin to speak, outlining the various developments in the ongoing war between the Forsaken and their enemies. You listen intently, taking mental notes on anything that might be relevant to your duties as Sylvanas' guard.

After a few minutes, Sylvanas interrupts the discussion with a sharp gesture of her hand. "Enough," she says. "I grow tired of these endless updates. Tell me, what is the true state of affairs? Are we winning or losing?"

The advisors exchange uneasy glances, but one of them eventually speaks up. "My Lady, I must confess that our victories have been few and far

between. Our enemies are strong, and we continue to suffer losses."

Sylvanas nods thoughtfully. "I see," she says. "Clearly, we need to change our strategy if we hope to emerge victorious. I want each of you to come up with a plan to turn the tide of this war. Something bold, something audacious. I will not settle for mediocrity."

The advisors nod, and begin to discuss various possibilities. You listen, your mind racing as you consider the best ways to keep Sylvanas safe in the midst of whatever plans might be proposed.

Eventually, an idea is put forward that seems to catch Sylvanas' attention. She sits up straighter in her seat, her eyes narrowing as she listens intently. When the proposal is finished, she nods slowly.

"Yes," she says. "This could work. But we will need

to ensure that our forces are prepared, and that every contingency is accounted for. Ydrise, I want you to oversee the preparations for this operation. Ensure that everyone knows their role, and that all necessary supplies are acquired."

You nod, accepting the task without hesitation. "As you command, my Lady," you say.

Sylvanas gives you a small smile, then turns back to the advisors. "Gentlemen, continue to refine your plans. We must strike soon, while our enemies are still reeling from recent defeats. The fate of the Forsaken rests on our success."

With that, the meeting concludes and you follow Sylvanas out of the room, already thinking about the logistical challenges of preparing for this daring operation. You're grateful for the opportunity to serve your Dark Lady, and eager to prove your worth once again.