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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Owakeri's Autobiography - Entry 12

Author's Note: This was originally posted on the Wyrmrest Accord Realm forums 02/07/2009. Replies by other players have been included.

A young tauren woman, looking tired and haggard, walks from the protection of Shattrath city into Terokkar Forest and the location of the Darkmoon Faire. She hesitates at the entrance to the faire as several carnies start pulling down the sign, she allows her gaze to roam across the scene, taking note of the disgruntled workers disassembling the booths and fences of the Faire. Wincing inwardly she presses on, choosing to ignore the hostile looks at her bright green tabard.
Ameyah steps toward the podium in the center of the Faire grounds and the waiting figure of Silas Darkmoon, the gnome looks down on her (barely) from his vantage point with a look that clearly says "what do YOU want?"

Uncomfortable under his gaze she looks down at her hooves, shifting her weight as if that will lessen her burden. "I've come to apologize on behalf of my father, Owakeri, I heard about what happened... with the... with the outhouses. My father claims he didn't have anything to do with it, but I understand why you held him for as long as you did."

Ameyah looks up at the scowling gnome and smiles sheepishly, offering tentatively, "I was also wondering if you'd accept some money as compensation for the outfit that was ruined?"
Without a word Silas holds out his hand for the offered money. Ameyah, keeping her expression under careful control, gives him the money and leaves the Faire grounds quickly. ~Ameyah


((In reply:))
I heard! I heard!
I heard it from this! Owakeri called for help!
Owakeri said he was kidnapped! KIDNAPPED, I tell you!
Who would do such a thing to a druid! I tell you what---the name "Darkmoon" is a name I'll keep an ear out for, in the future. No one should treat druids this way! We are peaceful people.
((The stone device is supposed to be the in-game chat channel. :D ))~Cheekie

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Never one to pass up an opportunity to see Ameyah humbled, Tacitah made sure to get a good spot to watch the whole event.. conveniently within earshot. She smugly smiled through the entire apology to the disgruntled (and a tad odorous) gnome and was about to leave when she heard Cheekie's indignant cry of kidnapping. Tacitah paused and listened to the tauren, her lips slowly curling into a sneer. "He wasn't kidnapped. He was legitimately detained for his actions, despite what he may have convinced his followers. And I must say none of this would have happened had Ameyah not come by and taken over."
~Tacitah (also me)

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Meanwhile, back in Azeroth, Oesah wonders what the Elder has been up to... He hadn't seen him since the Market. ~Oesah

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Kaz had no Idea what to think it this point. She was attending to her own 'issues' when she heard the old Tauren's plead for help yesterday over the faires vox box network. Apparently the gnome faire master locked up the old guy after finding someone tampered with his outhouse.
Kaz watched the scene at the Darkmoon Faire from afar today. She thought it a pity that the poor Tauren women had to make amends, but figured that was the way of this carnival business. She looked around and recognized no one as she had herself just joined the Brightmoon faire.
"This may turn to be an interesting job after all." ~Kazandra

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Sparavi did not need to stop the young Shu'halo woman and ask her just why she was making a swift pace past him out into Terokkar; he could read it on her face, her tense posture. And as she passed, a knot began to form in his belly as he, by contrast, made a relaxed pace for the portal to Orgrimmar.

This whole damned thing is starting to get out of control, he thought with mounting exasperation as he removed his helmet and shook out his ashen gray plait (having decided to forego dyeing it its former red this week). The horse's silently flaming hooves went tlot-tlot-tlot-tlot-tlot in the mostly empty terrace; he spared a nod of greeting to nearby Sha'tar. That ogre and I were going to come to blows.

And he had no qualms whatsoever in splitting the Darkmoon thug's belly in seven directions. But it would have been astonishingly undiplomatic in the face of mounting tension between the Faires. "If I catch that crazy old man or his gibbering carnies snooping around these grounds again, there ain't gonna BE a bond to pay. I'll just have a few new animal attractions!" The gnome had screeched in indignant rage.

HAD Owakeri really been up to something unsavory? Kuno's message over the Stone was irritable; the big bull had been annoyed at having to hear the pleas for help during Story Circle and, unfortunately, wasn't too specific - he'd dismissively drawled something about the old coot, an outhouse, a cage, and a gnome covered in poop. Owakeri's only going to make this little feud boil even further out of control, the Hakkari began to inwardly lament. What was he thinking? And there goes his daughter once again, dashing into the fray to spare her own image once again. It was all right on the cusp of sinking his overall mood that evening.

Until he vividly recalled the sight of Silas Darkmoon coated in excrement.

The resulting hearty guffaw echoed throughout the Terrace and even made Khadgar pause and stare; A'dal himself briefly turned and shimmered in curiosity, before emitting the equivalent of a shrug and going back to whatever business Naaru usually conduct. ~Sparavi

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Glances around as everyone seems to be leaving and looks over at Silas Darkmoon. She nods to the gnome and taps the side of her nose with the tip of her index finger, then nods her head in the direction of a nearby stand of trees. Non-chalantly she moves away from the faire grounds and slips behind the trees. Several minutes later Silas Darkmoon also disappears behind the trees. Voices can be heard faintly from that general direction, but without getting closer the words are indistinct. ~Tacitah

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Kaz was watching all the people disperse from the area, and was about to vacate herself when she saw something curious; Silas Darkmoon abruptly walking towards a thick strand of trees. Maybe he is scared to use the outhouse now. Kaz thought as she chuckled to herself.
Kaz decided that that might be it, but perhaps there is something else. She leaned back onto the tree in the back to see if Silas would come back out, soon. ~Kaz

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