CountingThe house is dark,I'm all alone.On your pillow,Lingers your cologne.Your boots are still,Beside the door.But you'd gone off,To fight the war.I try to hold it,All inside.I can't count,The tears I've cried.It's been a week,But feels like years.Months to come,Of counting tears.The house is dark,I'm all alone.Counting the days,Til you come home.
Love IsLove is...an instinct,an impulse,a feeling.Everyone...has it,gives it,receives it.You can't...hear it,see it,touch it.But you can feel it.
BackstabberTake your knife from my back,I'm tired of this pointless attack.I thought I could call you a friend,Guess I was wrong in the end.Trust is a fragile thing,Honesty makes it take wing.I'm fed up with all the lies,And sneers with their smiling disguise.Do you really think I don't know?The way you talk about me so?Did you think I wouldn't hear?That it's my name you try to smear?Say it to my face if you dare!It's not as if I really care.I already know, you see,What you really think of me.Just knowing you're a coward,Is what makes me empowered.All your glitz and glitter,Just to hide your soul that's bitter.
Failed Ultimatum - The StoryHe knelt before the gleaming marble altar. Senior Steeleye Saroff said nothing, leaving the Paladin to his quiet prayers. That the huge man was here and in full ceremonial armour spoke of weighty matters.After many long moments, the silence of which was broken only by the chanted hymns honouring Helm, Sir Andreas rose to his feet. He turned to face the nave, looking up to the softly glowing window set above the doors, trying to take comfort in the All-Seeing Eye depicted in the stained glass. Drawing his sword, he rested its tip upon the floor and waited.The witnesses arrived and the Knight bowed to welcome each in turn. The Oracle o
Admission of LoveWaterdeep - Tharleon StreetThe street meanders along its windy way. Small houses line the way. Merchants and citizens alike make good use of this street. To the south is a tavern.Estrild bows before Andreas.A Soldier walks south.Andreas bows with a smile to Estrild.Andreas offers his arm to Estrild.Estrild looks decidedly nervous, a fact which she is doing her best to cover up, and for a moment she hesitates before accepting the arm.A citizen walks in from the west.A citizen walks east.Andreas walks north.Estrild walks north.Waterdeep - A cobbled court yardOpen to the sky, birds flit in and out of the few trees here. T
The Cut of TearsWaterdeep - Temple of BeautyHere a priest or priestess of Sune would meditate to offer prayers and praises to their goddess Sune. The room in keeping with the rest of the temple is beautifully appointed with luxurious fabrics.Anaalin kneels with his eyes closed, trembling.Estrild scoots in, and promptly halts as quietly as she can in the doorway (it isn't very quietly) upon spotting Anaalin. A pause continues for a bit, before she ventures further in, adding softly, 'Anaalin, are you alright?'.Anaalin raises as he senses someone else come in.Anaalin rises up.Anaalin exclaims 'Show yourself, or remove yourself from this holy place!