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Killian the Enchanter

I’m so excited for this! Thank you to @raviollies for getting him down perfectly.

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[ The Greatest Show on Azeroth ]

Step right up! Step right up! Greetings my friend. I'm Silas Darkmoon and I want to welcome you to the greatest show on Azeroth! It's the Darkmoon Faire friend, and it's your lucky day! Sparing no expense, we've gathered wonders and treats from around the world for your delight. Whether you're young or old, rich or poor, the Darkmoon Faire has it all!

Amaze at the wonders that the Darkmoon Faire has uncovered in this vast and mysterious world! We have spared no expense in bringing you excitement that children of all ages will delight in!

We have it all... delicious food, strong drink, exotic artifacts, fortunes read, amazing prizes and excitement without end!

And, don't forget to turn in your Darkmoon Faire Prize Tickets! All it takes is five or more and you're on your way to the most wondrous prizes on all of Azeroth. Everybody is a winner!

--Silas Darkmoon

From fire eaters to jugglers, musicians and performers, every Darkmoon Carnie worked tirelessly to bring joy and amazement for the seven short days the carnival opened its portals to the rest of Azeroth. Hordes of people of all factions flocked in to ravage the waters surrounding Darkmoon Island and gorge themselves on the delectable selections of fried faire fare.

Their wallets were heavy with gold, ready to spend on anything that would give them the most entertainment. From the thrilling roller coaster to the cannon launch, the menagerie of oddities and endless carnival games, everything had its price, but nothing too exorbitant, ofcourse! It was in the tent of Sayge the fortune teller that Killian found himself, scribbling away to produce the enchanted parchment and inks that the mystical gnoll-- a rarity himself, being one of very few gnolls (if not the only one) able to speak full common tongue-- required for his fortunes.

When Sayge wasn’t reading fortunes, Killian was reading tarot for those seeking deeper meaning in their lives, taught by the gnoll himself. The enchanter wore the deep purples, greens, yellows and whites of Darkmoon’s colors, but kept his face mostly hidden beneath a hood much like his mentor. When not relegated to cleaning tasks or any other menial grunt work, the enchanter kept to the mystic’s tent, but he couldn’t help glancing out at the guests of the faire, wondering and secretly wishing he could run off with them and slip through any of those portals to the world he remembered as a boy.

But Silas kept him there, a slave to a debt he could no longer remember incurring. Any infraction only adding more time, despite being veiled in riches and rewards of access to the world’s most exotic artifacts and tomes from which he’d learned to hone his magical talents.

Killian held a small crate with various bottles of enchanted ink and parchment, ready to begin his day. Despite the wafting smells of fun, fried snacks, his mind was on those portals. What would happen if he were to leave? Silas would know, surely. But what would become of him? Killian had always been too afraid to find out, knowing what could happen to those on the Island who dissented and shirked their duties. The mage was snapped out of his thoughts when he bumped into someone, sending the crate toppling to the ground and scattering its contents.

“My apologies!” he said, not wanting to ruin anybody’s experience. That would bring grave consequences, as he well knew. The customer’s enjoyment was the top priority of every single carnie that worked the grounds. “I didn’t see where I was going, but do not fret! Perhaps for this small hiccup I could read  the fortunes the cards hold for you, free of charge!”