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We pass in the dark And like fools never declare Our undying love

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR DRAGON AGE II AND PERSONAL, UNFOUNDED SPECULATION ABOUT THE FUTURE OF DRAGON AGE. READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL. Arl Dumat had long been considered cursed by the western Orlesians. No civilized person would ever catch themselves climbing that dreadful peak. Yet on this cold, gray morning two figures were slowly ascending the slope, driven by adventure or madness or some sinister purpose. One figure was clad in heavily stylized armor, which one might consider impractical except for the thousands of scratches marking it as battle-tested. A large pack was strapped to her back and various things dangled from beneath it.

The first seed was planted with a vision from the Maker. Their first meeting was in a little town tavern wrought with danger. Their first battle followed shortly after. The first story she told was of Andraste and the sad failure of mankind's faith. His first gift was a little flower, its fragrance strong and sweet that he found outside of Redcliffe. The first night they spent together was on watch with the red glow of the embers and the brilliant stars as their companions. Their first hug came after the Fade as they embraced each other joyfully, happy to be alive and free. His first sign was when he touched her hand and felt a spark t

Who do you turn to When your dreams turn to cold dust And love runs away?

There once was a strange little man, Who went by the name of Dan. And this funny little thing, Wanted to be a king, So he enacted a cunning plan. He went to a very good school, And learned all the nice laws of rule. But his belief was fake, And his own creed he would make, Anyone who believed him, a fool. He became a powerful lord, Skilled with industry, finance and sword. And one day came the desire, To set his world on fire, The reason? He simply was bored. So he brought his planet under heel, With cruelty, malice and steel. And the people cried out, With a resounding shout, "Why have you forced us to kneel?" But Dan ign

Nara 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

To this I resolve That I will be Love's master Not its feeble bitch

She walks along the river's edge The waters black and foul with sludge No life to be found within their depths The sun hangs high above the world Its light blood-red and ominous Not much heat to be found in its cold gaze Her shoes are barely holding together The sharp obsidian underfoot tears into the soles Finding a way into calloused flesh Her belly rumbles and her throat burns She wills them both to silence Lest their desires utterly consume her Barren, lifeless, hopeless That is the world she lives in If one can call it living A rare breeze kisses her cheeks Surprised, she turns her eyes above To gaze at the unflinching h

*beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of the dance brings your body to its peak. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of your heart leads the tapping of your feet. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of your mind moves too fast, is too fleet. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of your soul flutters for the one you seek. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of your love is a slow and steady feast. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of your hate is a wild and angry beast. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythm of the world goes alone on repeat. *beat*beat*beat*beat* The rhythms of the Groove are the ones you can't defeat.