A humble looking Forsaken approaches the top of a wooden platform, likely a traveling circus of some type. The platform was a gallows, in Ratchet. Word had come weeks earlier of some strange dead man traveling the villages of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms with some quite strange folk trailing behind him in some sort of circus-like caravan. He stood at the steps, some sort of cheap podium put upon the gallows hastily, beginning to orate to the small crowd.
"COME ONE COME ALL! The Darkmoon Faire is throwing the finest of shindigs on this the twenty-second of September, at six o’clock. Your village is hereby invited to the Darkmoon Soirée!
Come down to the central square of Ratchet to imbibe in great spirits, and watch the Drunken Dunking, where a party of racers shall compete, completely intoxicated, running on a course from the Inn of Ratchet, all the way to jumping off the end of the docks of Ratchet into the sea! Compete for lavish prizes, watch the hilarity ensue, and enjoy the warming sun of the Barrens coast! Drinks will be provided."
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