I'm often asked about my friendly competition with Silas Darkmoon... while I will always answer that it's none of their bloody business why I choose to speak out against that gnome's immoral activities, I felt it prudent to make a record of the events in order to ensure my children carry on the grudge.
Many years ago, when I recovering from the loss of Kinati, Bermurhall and Onatak, I came to work for Silas Darkmoon for a time. Don't be surprised, he has been known to hire across many boundaries (he will swindle anyone regardless of silly things like "language barriers"). At first I was nothing more than muscle, but I soon worked my way up to "special effects" thanks to my close ties with nature. Working for a gnome is not it's all cracked up to be. In case you hadn't noticed... he's a tad long winded. It was impossible to get any useful information out of him. And this generation's tub-of-lard body guard is no better, I'm not even sure he can say his own name, let alone hold a conversation.
At any rate, I must have been doing fairly well because Silas Darkmoon sat up and took notice. Note that when a gnome "sits up" he still doesn't clear my knees. That's when he asked me to start doing "special jobs" for him, especially when the Faire was in Mulgore. It's not like he asked me to pick pockets or anything, he had little kids doing that for him, but a huge (and rather handsome) tauren prancing around in a Barbaric Cloth Robe is definately something people stop to stare at. When that happens, the kids weave through the crowd and unburden them.
That's right, when Silas Darkmoon says to "come to the Faire, lighten your spirit" what he really means is "lighten your pocketbook". It might have been humiliating, dancing around half naked dressed in pink and purple but I was still distracted from the loss of my first family. Menawa found me though, that's my first born, and the look on his face when he saw...
Well, I told Silas Darkmoon I wasn't going to be his side show any longer and he pulled out that damned contract he made me sign when we first started up. Blasted Gnome, he knows I can't read his language... or understand it. Heck I can't even understand him when he's speaking Orcish!! Words were exchanged, my son left, I stayed. The next four years were very slow... very slow indeed. When I finally finished out my contract... well... there were more words, and a few blows, and some pulling of hair and a few hearty tugs of some undergarments... it ended my term but started the fued. That was 49 years ago... coming up on the 50th anniversary actually.
The 50th anniversary of the event that sparked the creation of the BEST FAIRE IN AZEROTH!! Sounds like an excuse to have a party!
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