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Celestial bodies moving together in the night Gravitationally bound they dance to their destruction Inevitably; colliding on a sheet of the purest stars' light

Day 1: "In the name of the Maker, I cast you down!" screamed a beautiful voice. An elegant sword was swung across a pleading mage's throat. In the same motion the sword was sheathed. The voice suddenly shifted from one of condemnation to one of sentiment. "May you find peace at His side." "Andraste!"a man with a hefty voice yelled. "Andraste!" Andraste turned to see her mortal husband. "Maferath!" She smiled happily. "What is it, my love?" "Why must you run into the heat of battle? You worry me whenever you do so." "I apologize for worrying, you, my love. But you need not worry. The Maker shall protect me. He always does." She cupped his