Joined: 29-September 13
From: Midgard, Cyrodiil, one or two others.
Since I'm not likely to be around when the clock ticks over to 00:00, and timezones make it academic anyway, I'll just wish everyone a happy new year now.
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”