Standing at the base of the ramp to Thrall's chamber, Ameyah grips the parchment she carries tightly. She glances over her shoulder to the top of the ramp where Thrall himself stands with several of his guards. With a nod the warchief steps back into his chamber, leaving the poor tauren woman to address the assembled crowd.
Ameyah takes a deep breath, adjusts her bright green tabard with one hand, then holds the parchment in front of her. As she speaks her tail and arms tremble with barely contained emotion.
"Gathered Citizens of Orgrimmar and allies of the Warchief, I am Ameyah Brightmoon of the Brightmoon Faire and I am here to issue a public apology for the earlier behavior of my father, Owakeri Brightmoon.
I, and by extension the Brightmoon Faire, did not approve his public outcry and disruptive behavior. We understand that there is a war going on and the grumblings of a senile old man are not something the Warchief has any need to deal with.
I apologize, whole heartedly, and wish to assure you that this will not happen again. Owakeri Brightmoon has no active leadership role within the Faire, he is retired... he just forgets that sometimes."
Lowering the parchment Ameyah looks out over the murmuring crowd, ignoring the few hollared comments from the back, comments like "senile old coot!" and "keep your pets under control!"
With a curtsey she mumbles, "thank you for your time" and hurries off down The Drag.~Ameyah
((In reply:))
A young Tauren leans against a post near the ramp of Thrall's chamber. She murmurs to herself oblivious to anyone listening "This is an outrage... we should be able to speak our mind. The Old One did nothing wrong."
She looks up as Ameyah walks out of the chamber with obvious defeat hanging on her shoulders. Lindiwe glowers and thinks, it wouldn't be this way if she had more trust in her own fathers judgment.
As Ameyah finishes her speech and walks away, Lindiwe stares after her. She ignores the comments coming from the crowd behind her and shouts after her "Do you even know him anymore?"
With a flick of her tail Lindi starts walking down the corridor into the Drag, holding her head high.
"I need a drink."~Lindiwe
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Interesting....
~Cheekie
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Idly fingering the fine cloth of his new tabard, Oesah watches Ameyah deliver her apology to the crowd. He notes that her posture and gait echo her father's, albeit marred by shame and embarrassment where her father's were bolstered by pride and passion. His gaze flits around the chamber - at the annoyed faces in the crowd, the squashed corpses of bananas underfoot (now the focus of small clouds of black flies), and at the Warchief's now empty spot.
He thinks about the wild events last night that led him to stand in this very chamber with the "old coot" - his impulsive trip to Moonglade, the conference with the strange old Tauren, and the bold rally in Orgrimmar.
He thinks about all the people he met, just in the span of a few hours last night. A sinister seer, a bold patriot, and a weary, wise veteran. How strangely eloquent words had tumbled from his lips in the midst of this motley group, and how he found himself questioning the ways of the world as he thought he knew it. In the past months, he had traveled the world on his feet, but last night, he traveled even further in his mind and heart.
There is more to life than fighting to survive. There needs to be something worth fighting for so you can truly live afterwards.
A small smile graces the corners of his mouth.
"I'm home." ~Oesah
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Sparavi leans against the great, gnarled tree some distance from the ramp and away from the irritating sweaty crush of Orcish bodies, his armor creaking now and then as he shifts position now and then.
He slowly shakes his head, expression a fine, even blend of disappointment and wonder as the embarrassed young woman's words ring strong and clear over the crowd. Much like her father's, he notes.
The confrontation with the distracted and dismissive Warchief, justified or not, had been a waste. I warned him the complacent Warchief would not listen! Said if the foolish shaman was too passive enough to prevent what happened at Angrathar, why would he care about a Faire? The thought evokes a sudden welling of savage and gnawing annoyance, that boils up and threatens to spill from his lungs; he bites it off, knitting his brow and giving the crowd a quick once over.
He makes a mental note of each and every man and woman who shrieks obscenities, derogatory remarks - "Senile old coot!" "Keep your pets under control!" - and nods to himself. Oh yes. Words with those, later. Regardless of how senile Owakeri was or was not, the troll fancies he isn't about to let his new paymaster be further slandered even by an ignorant crowd. He slips out of sight, red eyes narrowed, and tugs his horned helm down. ~Sparavi
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Szarados watches the address on tiptoe from behind the throng of the crowd gathered ’round the doorway of the ramp to the Warchief’s chamber. Her armor clamoring and clanking as she shifts her waifish form to-and-fro in an attempt to get a better look at the Tauren female from her place behind the much larger troll and orc bodies in front of her, avoiding every urge to just force her way to the front of the procession.
She’s just as naïve as they’ve said, echo her thoughts as Ameyah goes through her prepared speech. Playing over the events that had taken place the previous evening in her mind’s eye, and only now seeing the wisdom of the elder bull’s actions. If there had been any doubt as to the senility of the old man it had been expunged from the general populous the moment he had played the fool in front of the Warchief. Yes, now she saw the big picture, brought into perspective by the secret that she had been told. I was not wrong to trust you, Tauren, oh-no-no. Hehehaha, thinks she, before realizing that she is whispering under her breath in her excitement, and clamming up altogether.
“Now I have only to deal vith that cursssed elf,” the Forsaken hisses aloud as she turns from the crowd and takes her leave. ~Szarados
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Vileblossom watches unobtrusively from the sidelines, her attention more on the newer recruits than on Ameyah herself. She's seen the woman do this before. It's happened before and it will happen again.
She cants her head to the side as she considers. The cards never lie.. and here they are, acting out exactly as she had suspected. A smile plays on the corner of her lips as her gaze lands on Szarados, the non-believer. Yes, even she acts as expected.
The smile turns to an amused smirk as she slips around the gathering and takes her leave. ~Vileblossom
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Riding past the gathered group he slows down to see what the ruckus is about. After listening to the tauren woman's apology, hearing the hurled insults and watching the milling he asks nobody in paticular...
"what dah hell did ah miss?" ~Isalumani
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Q u o t e:"what dah hell did ah miss?"
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"Apologies given for slights ignored," Esis says in way of explanation. She partially covers her leather mouth with one skeletal hand while grasping her waist with the other. ~Esis
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Dismounts his deathcharger and regards the forsaken woman laughing at him, "eh, mebbe be a bit moah 'pacific?"~Isalumani
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She shrugs a bit, taking her hand from her mouth and pushing back mossy treads hanging from her scalp. "My knowledge of this is little more than you. Throngs pull me out of the Drag."~Esis
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Soft creaking and clanking approaches the curious death knight from behind.
"The Elder Owakeri, the one that the self-righteous woman on the ramp speaks of..." a taurahe-accented tenor suddenly offers, "made an appeal tonight to the Warchief.
"He was addressing the matter of Silas Darkmoon slandering the Brightmoon Faire. Unfortunately... the Warchief was, shall we say... less than receptive." Sparavi's distaste and mild irritation is evident in every word he speaks, though the horned helm conceals his face. "Moreover it seems that his own daughter feels the need to step forward to save face ... her own." He shrugs, pauldrons creaking. "... at least it seems so to me." ~Sparavi
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Steps up next to Spavari as he explains the situation, she smiles pleasantly while her eyes remain dark and scowling. In a friendly voice she speaks, "she is rather self righteous... you know, before she came along and forced Owakeri to retire, I was next in line. I was the old man's right hand... I was set to take over the Faire for him."
Tacitah sighs delicately, looking away from him to the others gathered, "things would have been so different were I in charge. I can honestly say I would not be up there apologizing for the old man." ~Tacitah
((Wanted to keep for our records before it was lost to the realm fourm monster, find the link [here]. Original post on 02/03/2009,
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