Author's Note: Originally posted on the Wyrmrest Accord Realm forums on 02/24/2009. Player replies have been included.
With tired but determined steps the tauren woman moves through Orgrimmar, mimicing her actions from a few hours ago in Thunder Bluff, practicing for her upcoming journey to Undercity, Dalaran and Shattrath. She pauses at the entrance to the Valley of Honor to pull out a notice painstakingly copied onto heavy parchment from her bag. Carefully she tacks the paper just below her own eye level, pausing only a moment to rest her hand against the pages words... not reading them, just resting for a sad moment.
Ameyah takes a deep breath and straightens up, wandering further into the Valley of Honor, her bag half full with duplicates of the notice.
Public Notice - The Brightmoon Faire
Please be advised that the Elder known as Owakeri Brightmoon is not in complete control of his faculties. If you find yourself engaging in conversation with Elder Brightmoon and suspect he may be lost and confused, please contact any member of the Brightmoon Faire to see he is safely returned to his family.
Elder Brightmoon is a tauren of average stature with slightly more than average girth. His fur is graying and slightly mottled. He is most often seen in a Greenweave Robe and the Brightmoon Faire tabard. One of his horns is adorned with a simple band of gold.
Please be advised that any mention of the Darkmoon Faire may result in increasingly agitated behavior from the Elder... especially references to Silas Darkmoon. We ask that you handle Elder Brightmoon with care and dignity. Returning him to the Faire safely may result in a reward.
Thank you, Ameyah Brightmoon Boss of the Brightmoon Faire
An accurate, if rough, sketch of Owakeri Brightmoon is included beneath the text.~Ameyah
((In reply:))
Kaz looks closely at the poster.
He never seemed that crazy to me, I mean I know other that are in less 'control of their faculties'.
If that is supposed to be a crack at me...
Oh don't get your knickers in a knot. Anyway I don't know why she is making a big deal about this, the old Tauren hasn't acted up in weeks.
Not since the outhouse indecent.
Kaz didn't notice the stares she was getting as she walked down the busy road, all the time chatting to.... herself. ~Kazandra
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The old man sits at one of the cooking tables in the Filthy Animal of the Sunreaver's Sanctum in Dalaran. His shoulders are slumped as he carefully scribes on a piece of heavy parchment. He squints in the dim light of the tavern, his eyes a little rheumy. With one final swish of his brush he holds up the paper to admire his handiwork.
Smiling Owakeri hands it to the waiting orc, who in turns nods as she takes it, “thank you Elder.” The orc woman stops short as she turns to leave the table however, looking down at the poster in her hand… and the accurate, if rough, sketch of Owakeri now with the addition of a large handlebar moustache. Beneath the signature in bold letters is, to my biggest fan, love Owakeri Brightmoon.
The orc turns back to the table, “hey! Where’s my…” only to find the old tauren has already taken his leave. ~Owakeri
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Lindiwe holds a one of the posters and take a close look at it. "Lost and confused... agitated behavior... Ameyah Brightmoon." Lindiwe says to herself with a sneer. Why does she insist on saying such things about the Old One? She is barely around to make such assumptions.
Lindiwe pauses and looks again to the poster, and then looks up to see the poster littered on every subsequent post. and a look of doubt crosses her face. What if I am the one who is mistaken? She looks back down to the poster and at the picture of Owakeri.
Lindiwe feels a tug on her robe that interrupts her thoughts about the situation. A Forsaken man and a large Tauren, young, man stand before her. The Forsaken gestures toward the paper, then toward the Tauren... he slurs "Rewardsssss....?" as the Tauren grins at her.
Lindiwe stares at the clearly confused and blind Forsaken for a moment before turning and making her way towards the gate of Orgimmar. ~Lindiwe
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