If we were gonna string her up for anything, it’s for keeping us in combat all those times…worst combat ally ever…
She wouldn’t survive…
The phrase “I work better alone” had never been so true until I attempted to use her as a combat ally.
Sylvanas has a impossibly slender midriff…
Its pretty easy to do when you dont need internal organs anymore.
What if they killed each other simultaneously ridding each faction of their ruler and someone many people have a problem with on both sides.
how would Anduin kill Sylvanas?
Im sure mister mass rez and army can figure out a light attack to burn her away.
Or he could do what the LF do and explode on death.
Swap out Banshee Spice for Thalyssra and I’d ship it.
Or Talanji.
I would use Sylvannas to raise everyone of the alliance and horde into death since I actually have that power as a death knight and she has to rely on undead fairies to do that.

Swap out Banshee Spice for Thalyssra
Valtrois off to the side being tsundere and saying she doesnt need a hug (but she wants one anyway)
Am I the only one who thought Valtrois and Stellagosa had a thing going on in that one Nightfallen quest?

Wonder who’s writing this fanficton.
The cdev team?
And then Arthas appears behind Sylvanas, as she wears a smug grin on her face, the lightforged prince lifts up his hammer and bashes her head in as the crowd cheers. Lor’themar drops to his knees and cries out: “FINALLY! It’s finished.”
Maybe they’ve all been mind-controlled by a giant evil brain in a jar, forcing them to write according to its every whim! It happened to the Magic R&D team once.
We must find this jar and fill it with carbon monoxide then D:
True. You don’t have to worry about an over-tight corset displacing and damaging your internal organs.
Anyway, if Sylvanas had killed Anduin, etc., a joint resistance effort (not necessarily limited to Alliance folks, either) would simply go back to the Seat of the Pantheon (hush, now) and let Sargy out. Sargy and his now best buddy Illidan. See Sylvanas. See Sargy. See Sargy step on Sylvanas and turn her into a grease stain.
that’s the peace treaty!1