Alleria's Room

Sneaking inside one of the rooms, the creature was having a great deal of difficulty navigating the winding tunnels beneath. Perhaps defias had built it to work underneath the castle. Maybe Lady Prestor had set it up to meet up with her servants. Or maybe after Stormwind was sacked, it was a forgotten escape tunnel. Whatever the case, soon enough the toad hunter found himself in an unfamiliar area, crawling higher and higher. It was dusk by the time he had made it to a place that he found a way out. But it appeared the wait was worth it.

The eldest of the Windrunner Sisters, Alleria was the most widely known. At least as far as heroic deeds were concerned. While Vareesa had strange time traveling adventures under her belt, and Sylvanas was the more infamous, Alleria had followed her husband into outland, and had been key in hammering in the final nail into Guldan's orcish horde. Even after seemingly died, she and her companions had seemingly returned from the grave. In her and Turalyon's case, taking the fight to the burning Legion on their homeworld of Argus.

But times changed, and the void had seeped into her soul. After fighting demons for so long, perhaps every ounce of power was needed. She was void touched now, although it wouldn't show from a cursory glance. Her athletic form, wide hips, and impressive bust was framed by forest green and brown leather. Like her sisters, she favored tighter clothing, with a corset pushing up her ample breasts, while tight brown and green leather pants clung to her like a second glove. She had her cowl down, revealing golden locks, blue eyes, and a single blue woad across her eye.

She was staying in Stormwind to rest and recover. In between fighting the new Horde threat lead by her sister of all people, and training the blood elves who had become void, she found herself here often. It was her husband's homeland, and not a far distance to see old friends if she was so inclined. Looking out the window, she was busy watching a funeral for one of the many soldiers that had died. Many more would after, although at least for now, the Horde was more willing to talk. But there was still a long way to peace.

While her sharp ears likely could have heard the approaching creature, she was distracted. She always worried about her husband and her own fate... and even after returning she had not connected with her son as much as she wanted. Running a hand through her hair, she found herself thinking about old times a lot. Perhaps a great deal of it was because her sister was the new major threat to Azeroth. So distracted, she might be liable to get ambushed, and end up getting impaled by something else entirely.