Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, at Day Three of this hideous feeling event. Our player, the normally healthy archmage, is slogging through this latest sickness with a grim determination. When the sore throat hit, he hated it, but gamely went on. When the snot clogged his head and his ears wouldn't open, he whimpered, but kept going. Through it all, he's managed not to strangle, abuse, fold, spindle, or mutilate his charge, who depends on his steady and constant appearance at the farm...and I must say, yesterday was a test of his patience. Two doctor's appointments, three bed transfers, two car transfers, a huge puddle of urine, two clothes changes, no small amount of pain, and even personally abhorrent kitchen work, all took their toll on this apparently masochistic man.
As the day begins, we see archmage, cold, shivering, and with what appears to be head and body aches. His nose is still stuffy and his energy levels are waning. One can only imagine what's going through his mind right now. Is he ready to throw in the towel? Will he give it up and leave his charge to his fate? Or does the set of his jaw and the furrowing of his brow only show the perseverance we've come to expect?
I'll be here to to tell it to you like it is, as today's event gets underway. Let's go now to the arena.