I've been unbelievably diligent over the past few days.  Since Friday, I have succeeded in grading not one, but two sets of 2 page reading logs... which is a total of 130 or so papers, give or take a few, since not everyone turned in their homework.  Each set usually takes me about 3-4 days to grade; I've managed to get these done in under half the ( Read more... )

The Roads were quiet, eerily so, and though Vivienne kept a wary eye about her, she was grateful for the reprieve.  She had stumbled upon a small cache, like so many that had been abandoned within crumbling thaigs by dwarves forced to flee the darkspawn, and her curiosity had gotten the better of her. A small smile curved over her face when she saw ( Read more... )

A face full of darkspawn spit was hardly a winning way for the start the morning, especially one’s last morning alive.  Equally disagreeable was the putrid stench of rotting darkspawn corpse, but, as a Grey Warden, one learned to get used to such sights and smells.

Vivienne’s eyes stung in spite of her fully lowered helm, sweat rolling in ( Read more... )

There was no need for Neria to open her eyes, for she knew where she was.  Her senses, which had always been acute, were greeted with the smells of parchment, ink and tallow; the sound of a logs crackling in the hearth, punctuated by the patter of rain falling gently upon windows.  These were the sounds and smells of home.  She was in the Circle.
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