Dasaria II - A NWN2 Roleplay and Story-driven Persistent World

The night of the Winter Solstice proves long and wet with the downpour of frozen rain. A half dozen white oak barrels find their way to the front doors of the The Buck, the Mistyvale, and even The Vissen within Cear. A light dusting of the frozen wet globs upon their round wooden frames reveal them ...

I would say 'shut up and take my money'. And then I would remember that Das is free and just say 'sign me up'.

He saw them with eyes closed, watched figures without detail or recognition, awake but still dreaming.
Friend or foe, faithful or heretic... he prayed for none to step within the domicile.
But while prayers could always be expected to reach the heavens, their words could not always reach the ears ...

"Be ever vigilant my children, for the fated hours of all blooms often naught in times of peace nor expectations."

Dedication kept his feet forward.
Scripture kept his heart light.

Still, as accustomed as he was to long travels by foot, a horse would have been welcome. The winds were strong enough ...

IT HAS BEGUN MY CHILDREN!!! MAY THE GRACE OF NUARARI GUARD THE MINDS OF THOSE WHO ENTER!!!

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*realizes the time* DAMMIT!

*rushes in, huffing, puffing, and wheezing* Am I too late to register the prick Rhathir?!

It was growing more and more difficult to rise. There were dreams, nightmares really if could call fleeting memories such things at all. When he did arise to the prodding of a senior priest or merely the beckoning sunlight, all that could typically be recalled what what appeared to be a set of eyes ...

Those eyes...

The stone face was carved to show the compassion and soft-hearted nature of the Lady of Sweet Waters; a goddess in her immortal prime. And yet those eyes...

He couldn't help but feel that they looked upon him in utter disappointment....

It was a rare day for Casca in the fact that ...

*arriving via carrier pigeon to Knightsholme with handwriting that looks a little on the rushed side. The folded and sealed note is addressed to Phelan of House Almaran*

I have some good news. I've spoken to a Jamran Bigboots, of Bigboots Mining Co. I'm not actually sure that's the name but she IS ...

*points above him*

this...
This....
THISSSSS.....

Rhathir shall be attending...

Prepare to be freaked out...

Benevolent stone eyes glanced downward. Whether or not it was a reality, in the mind of Casca it felt as though the gaze was upon him. Mixed feelings surged, but not one of them seemed to deem he was being 'blessed' by this spectacle. He seemed scared, quivering, muttering thoughts aloud after a ...

Thumbs up.

No longer have to soak our shirts.

It was difficult, impossible even, to get the images pulled from his mind. Faces twisted in agony of last moments spent bathed in one's own blood brought on by sick melding of metal and flesh. Several hours on the road and still did the images of the pile of corpses outside the small fort cling to ...