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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Owakeri's Autobiography - Entry 9

In the dark of the night, in the deep of the woods, (( I've been watching Horton Hears a Who WAY too much lately )) a looming shadow darts, followed by the faint sound of poorly suppressed giggling. From the sound it can only be the old man, Owakeri, what he's doing in the middle of a cospe of trees in the middle of the night... apparently writing in his journal. He settles down against a sturdy tree, glances around, giggles again and begins writing furiously. When he's finished he squeels in a sound like a human school-girl and gets up to go, the page slipping from his journal unnoticed.

This one time, in Goldvillage... oh no really, it's just too much. If you're reading this, put it down now... I AM A POWERFUL WARLOCK AND I'VE ENCHANTED THIS BOOK TO EXPLODE IF YOU DON'T SPEAK THE PASSWORD!

So I was in Goldvillage, in disguise... I know! Right!? it pays to know a tinkerer or two... this orb thingy doesn't just change me into a gnome anymore. It's fabulous! I can check up on the expansion of the Faire AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW IT! Well, Sachelles does, but she was picked to run it for a reason... crafty elf.

Anyway, I was in Goldvillage... (back in my day it was called Goldshire, but these humans breed so much, it must be a village by now!)... checking my map to get to Storm... er... Stormgale or whatever. Without my kodo I can't find my way to certain places... mostly places I usually avoid. At any rate, my map was sketched from memory... my memory... which means I was lost. I got all the looks in the family, my brother got the sense of direction. This lovely Draenei lady came and sat with me while I muddled my way through my own sketches. We were momentarily distracted by two more of her kind who were snogging away at the fire, but they soon went upstairs for some "privacy".

So I chatted with Eva... did I mention my orb lets me speak common? and hollared at the lovebirds to keep it down, who knew Draenei were so noisy? we lamented at the lack of Mulgore Firewater (that might have been the problem for the fiesty couple) and discussed her predicament on being dead and all. I assured her she didn't smell the least bit rotten and asked her if she thought her skills could be put to good use in the Faire. After explaining that I didn't want her to whore herself out.... she agreed to at least come see the show!

After our visit she directed me to Stormgale and we went our seperate ways. SHE NEVER SUSPECTED A THING!! It was great! Like... it was exhilerating, like... like the first successful con you pull off.

Author's Note: Sachelles and Eva are both player characters. The role play that generated this post was on my human alt, named Okaweri.

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