At D&D this evening my character was saved from utter annihilation.
We were all taken prisoner, and held in cells. We decided to try and break free. Well I didn't. I was seething with rage claiming I was meditating as I was furious that I'd been stripped of my sword, which my lover had given to me in the past, and he has since vanished. Therefore I was not happy about the situation. However, I do understand that the whole situation arose because I refused to lay down my arms.
We then liberated some guards from their lives, and made our way on to the darkness. We found ourselves a way out, kind of. We're sort of still in the darkness, but it was fun!
Anyway, I like role playing. Go figure!
Have an excellent day! You're all my favourites!