I wrote story for my character: Haunting in Elwynn
I play the game for two years. I leveled my Hunter to 85. I used wow game time card to help me sometimes. Now I begin to write the story about Hunter. Share it to you.
Michael stepped out of his home, closing the door behind him. His robes had been cleaned, a bit, and on his combed hair sat a black hat, fit snugly just above the ears. He turned, slipping the iron key into the slot, and locking the door securely. The wind whistled softly through the trees as he opened the door in the back of his carriage, tossing in his satchel. The people he had collected barely stirred, their mouths gagged, their eyes covered with black blindfolds. Closing and latching the carriage, he climbed to the front, sitting in the seat, and taking the reins in his hands, tapping them softly, the horses pulling away.
The ride was uneventful. A few bribes and smooth talking had kept the guards away from his precious cargo, and even though one of them men had awoken, he was quickly silenced with an injection. Carefully, Michael pulled the carriage into the stable, where a waiting groundskeeper stood. The man was old; his wrinkled and scarred face like a roadmap, his eyes beginning to close on their own even as he tried his best to perch himself up on a support beam. As Michael climbed down from the carriage, the groundskeeper offered him the keys, shaking his head softly.
"You are crazy for going there, you know!" The old man shivered. Michael couldn't help but smirk.
"To each our own, friend, you may leave."
Michael was far too interested in looking up at the house to notice the old man practically praising him right there, before dashing away. The mansion was old, its stone and wood rotted and beaten from constant wear and tear. It's windows were dusty and unlit, a number open, slamming back and forth in the soft wind. Curtains blew from a number of them. At the very top was a tower, most likely used by some ancient mage. Occasionally still, the odd spark and sizzle of arcane magic would arc away, invisible to all but the trained eye. Michael smirked, spinning the keys on a finger, and heading towards the door. (It’s easy as the wow key wow cd key to log in.)
It was black mahogany, though Michael presumed much of the black was less from paint and more from ash and dirt. As he stepped closer, the one lantern trying desperately to illuminate the porch shuddered for a moment, before exploding, glass shards embedding themselves in the surrounding wood. Carefully, Michael took another step forward, and upon no further interruptions, slid the key into the lock. The doors had to be forced open, with Michael using a large amount of his strength to push the massive door aside.
Ok, this is all to today. If you are interesting, you can read the next time. Now just use the wow game card playing the game.
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