((Sorry I didn't post earlier but I cannot use gmail))
The day was warm and sunny, for a winter... but still. The snow and ice on the lake was beautifully...
Only the red marks of blood... What happened? Who are the dead people from this burning caravan?
My head is bleeding... but no serious wound... I have to run... I have to inform... my friends... family... but... who am I? WHERE AM I?
I managed to stand up... no sign of civilization... but there is a road... After some time I was able to move... oh... some buildings... Dwarfs... friends...
I was send to Northshire Abbey ... they have great healers... for sure they will be able to heal me and bring my memory back...
But no!!! They can't...
If I only knew why I have this nightmares about this evil Tauren hunter targeting my head with his crossbow...
((
From my WoW career:
- The Sha'Tar- Wrobelswirek - Tauren hunter 63 (Skin/LW)
- Sporregar - Shrama - Troll rogue 70 (Miner/Eng), Cuthorn - Tauren druid 65(Herb/Scribe). Experience: Kara, some ZA, Gruul - DPS only of course
Magtheridon yesterday
))
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