AccursedSniper

This is the story of Dusan and Nyssa Adaar. It all began in the Qunari city of Qunandar, where there lived a young craftsman. He was, as all Qunari are, chosen from birth for a single purpose within the Qun. His skill matched only by few and surpassed by far fewer, he proved to be an invaluable member of production facility. Filled with magnificient ideas, he constructed the most magnificient devices. From siege equipment, to construction cranes, and even a fire engine, the craftsman was tremendously successful. One day, he awoke to a terrific idea; a design for a carriage that could hold more weight without sacrificing speed. He spent week

The natural state of being A true friend that never betrays, Its presence is freeing, And it always does amaze. It can never spoken, Yet is a flawless sound, It is so easily broken, But it always is profound. It is as deep as eternity, Never written, but often misread, As precious as maternity, And it is strongest when it is dead.

I lay asleep in my bed. The smell of a blown out candle still lingers in the room. A light breeze brushed over my face as I left my window open just a crack. The crickets chirp as spring has just arrived, yet the air was still cool from winter. I stir in bed, as I feel a discomfort; as though I'm being watched. I arise from my slumber and peer towards my window where a man sat. Jet black hair and clothing, his skin more pale than average. His bangs covered his eyes so I could hardly see them. He sat there, perched on my window-sill, illuminated by the moonlight, head tilted down at the floor with his eyes shut. But then, he opened them and lo

Save me from this curse Love cannot be rehearsed Place me in a hearse with all the money in my purse I say I cannot win My God forgive my sins On a wall my head should pin With all my fears and sorrow akin Save me from this curse I bear I do not believe it is fair That I have sorrow not to share But I believe in my mind...you do not care.