** A purple mushroom adorned with white spots has appeared within your camp. Spores float up from the toadstool much like smoke leaving a fire. As you approach, the shape of a Tauren's head begins to materialize within the spores. He raises his head to look straight ahead....almost as if he were looking you in the eyes. He speaks...**
"I can not maintain this spell for long so I shall be brief. For many seasons, I have been looking for you. Many paths have been traveled and many battles fought to get me to where I stand today. At last, the spirits have seen fit to unite us. I come with an offering that you might find useful. The decision will be yours as to what you do with it. As the mushroom dies, so shall my link to communicate with you. Speak quickly..."
** The Tauren's voice trails off and his face loses its material shape and turns back to spores **
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Lilliana stared at the mushroom, "Whoa." She reaches out to a spore that's floating in the air, then withdraws her hand sharply thinking better of it.
"Okay now that's weird." She mutters to herself as the tauren head thing speaks to the Grim present.
As the tauren warns them that his spell is about to fade, she offers quickly, "Um like...yeah. Taurenhead guy, come to the next Inquisition and try to prove yourself. I don't promise anything, I mean, you're just a floaty head. But like.....7pm by the goblin clock on Monday night, find us in Muglore. The rest is up to you...if you are really seeking to serve the Mandate"
"Okay now that's weird." She mutters to herself as the tauren head thing speaks to the Grim present.
As the tauren warns them that his spell is about to fade, she offers quickly, "Um like...yeah. Taurenhead guy, come to the next Inquisition and try to prove yourself. I don't promise anything, I mean, you're just a floaty head. But like.....7pm by the goblin clock on Monday night, find us in Muglore. The rest is up to you...if you are really seeking to serve the Mandate"
Re: Makuni
Ul-Rezaj watches Lilliana hold a strange conversation with the mushroom spores. His vision is distorted by the cloud the mushroom created and he sees no such a thing as a talking head. Staring at the spectacle, Ul-Rezaj mutters under his breath about the necessity of sanity and asks, "Lilliana, you gotta get away from dat o' face de same fate as de mongrels in Crimson Fen, Gorgrond. Dis, fo' all we know, could jus' as easily be a chemical weapon and a slow and deadly trap." He takes a moment to contemplate the circumstances. "Now," he states slowly, "If you don't be delusional at de moment, which ah highly doubt, den ah suggest we find de source right away."
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The spots that adorned the mushroom begin to fade. The Tauren's head appears once again, this time, wearing a toothy grin.
"7pm one day from now, at the Goblin clock in Mulgore. I have heard you. Until we meet, may the spirits watch over you."
As the words end, the mushroom emits a final burst of spores. The manifestation of the head quickly gives way to the form of a storm crow taking flight.
"7pm one day from now, at the Goblin clock in Mulgore. I have heard you. Until we meet, may the spirits watch over you."
As the words end, the mushroom emits a final burst of spores. The manifestation of the head quickly gives way to the form of a storm crow taking flight.