Heh heh, thought I'd update my journal. Nothing new to report! Both Gravity and NTGW are back to their regular weekly schedule.
Have a great day all!
Zevran's PoemI met her on a summer's day
The trap was set, the plan put in play
The mage lured them into our reception
She fought with fury as she realised the deception
I could not hold against her might
And soon enough, she had won the fight
"What to do with you," she pondered
"Let me join you," I responded
Her companions shouted a resounding "NO!"
But the look in her eyes said it would be so
She asked for my name as she looked in my eyes
I told her my name was Zevran Arainai
We worked together against the Blight
And then I asked her at camp one night
"Care for a massage I learned in Antiva?"
Little did she know how I would deceive her
Simple GiftsNara Mahariel was freezing her ass off.
Wearing her Wade-Wear pea coat had seemed like a brilliant idea that morning, but the windless, clear day had given way to a breezy, snow-filled evening. Fortunately her car was parked only four blocks away from the office and since the snow hadn't been falling for long she could probably still drive home.
It was Yulemas Eve and despite the holiday, Nara had elected to go into work. Politics never slept, and this was especially true for the Dalish embassy. On Tuesday the Landsmeet would hold hearings on the current state of elven equality; an upcoming trade negotiation with Kal'Hirol was schedul