I’m still here, and presenting my Surviving the Quarantine Post 6. Depression hangs over me clawing at my consciousness. But Anxiety is now in the driver’s seat and taking control of my thoughts. Hopefully the Coronavirus Lock-down will not last another 17 weeks, but to build a true habit, I hypothetically need to write that many more articles. Be sure
Well, its been another week and I have Surviving the Quarantine Post 5 for you all. This has been another odd week in a nonstop ride of strange. While I am one post closer to creating a habit, my depression is currently clawing at my brain. My writing is slowed, and my energy on a downswing. Still, I refuse to
Here is my second surviving the quarantine post. A habit takes roughly 23 attempts to perfect, but I think Coronavirus will force me to beat the odds. This is part two of sharing my persona experiences during this trying time. Be sure to read part 1 as well. My money situation grows tighter. I am beyond on both rent and
This Coronavirus Quarantine has taken a toll on the entire world. So much has been completely stopped by its deadly presence. Realizing just how significant this time in history will become, I have decided to blog about my personal experiences. I am lucky enough to have not transmitted the virus. While I am by no means financially secure, I have
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
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.