Located only a few blocks from Pulse Nightclub in Orlando Florida, this locale park offers a quiet atmosphere despite being surrounded on all sides by streets. With how peaceful it is here, one would doubt that a such a severe tragedy occurred so close by. Pokemon Go lead me to this place just like the last one. And I was
I decided that since Pokemon Go has made me explore the world just to find virtual critters, that I would make use of this time to write about what I found. There are many hidden parks out there just waiting to be discovered. For today’s first post, I decided to venture to a little place not far from where I
Hello Readers, Fans, Dark Fantasy Enthusiasts, and Very Brave Souls! This is the November Edition of my newsletter. Its November and that means NaNoWrimo is in full swing. I am taking a break from writing The Messiah of Nightmares to work on Earth Everafter, another series that is completely separate from the other set of stories I have published. I
Priests: A group of Priests that had been twisted by dark magic had confronted the group. But Grez even more than the rest was tired of avoiding fights and charged right in. He was ready for some revenge for the trouble that all those serving Exscutchon. One was killed a manner of blows and the Monk began talking shit to the rest.
The Aboleth: The party entered the southern room where treasure allegedly awaited them. And a massive pile of riches glittered in the cave. The group smiled, but their cheers were delayed as they discovered something else nearby. A gigantic fish like creature with multiple tentacles hovered between the group and their goal. Grez decided to prepare an attack as was
Being approached by a horde of strangers was very suspicious in any place. But given the nature of this dungeon and the recent upheaval in the world, and the party was prepared for a fight. Grez prepared to fight, but the others wanted to ask questions first. Questions of who these people were got tossed around first. There was no
One Survives: Sigvard wandered in the darkness of Nihilin’s cruel realm. His memories were returning now that he was free of his mortal body. Remembering the truth of his past and his master, Lord Death, made him press on. Avoiding the hordes of deadly Undead, Sigvard was confronted with a different challenge: Traps. Being already dead was pointless in Nihilin’s
The Chosen Death Knight: The day of the constantly foreshadowed Apocalypse was upon the party, and they were trapped in prison. Their jailer’s were hordes of Angels loyal to Exscutchon. While Caic, the Paladin felt safe, being in such close proximity to the source of his power, the rest of the group was on edge. Their first encounter with an Angel
Hello Readers, Fans, Dark Fantasy Enthusiasts, and Very Brave Souls! This is the October Edition of my newsletter. After an intense job search I managed to finally find a way to make money from writing. Technical writing will aid me immensely as I learn the complexities of the corporate world. I am already learning some things that I lack and
Return to the Servant’s Quarters: As the final act of the dinner party began, tensions were high. Hadron, the Barbarian/Warlock wanted to do whatever Antoinette said if it meant keeping his head. Grez, the Monk did not want to work with any of the corrupt nobles.. Sigvard, the Death Knight was willing to entertain Rose’s opinion as a third option.