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

I run the character that knocked down and killed your character. I also sent a 'tell' apologising. I didn't realise that the knock down would have that effect. seems there is a lot we both have to learn.

In Das1 I ran a monk EoS, the combination of hide and hit abilities was great for RPing and self preservation.

Will D.
Bellcaths Wine & Beer Emporium
Vanes Crossing
Varana

Hey Will

I hope every one is well, thanks for your letter, don’t worry about Barrel Baylee, he won’t do a thing, he’s all threats and no do. Give my regards to Clan Drazen.

I’ve been enjoying myself here in Cear, it’s a well built town ...

Will D.
Bellcaths Wine & Beer Emporium
Vanes Crossing
Varana

Hey Will

Sorry this is in clan code and my own code as well, but you can’t be too careful when you’re sending stuff in the care of strangers. Give my regards to Clan Drazen.

You was right, this province is opening up now but it aint ...

Sprog had plenty of time to get to know Rupert on their way back to the foot hills of the Telkhmar. Rupert proved to be a resourceful and skilled traveler. He was also an entertaining companion and for the company starved young tiefling, a source of diversion and education. Because of their ...

Leaning against the banister of the steps leading to the upper level of the inn, Luvvy steadily regards Nrungg’s broad back. Her normal mildly vacant, happy expression is replaced with a keen penetrating look that would cause Nrungg considerable uneasiness should he chance to see it. She looks down ...

She looked at the back of the powerful figure in front of her as Nrungg poured yet another tankard of ale down his throat, seemingly it had as little effect as the many that had preceded it. To look at the vacant expression on her porcine features one would never guess the turmoil that boiled behind ...

I 'ates chavs.

But I do like the yarn.

The creation of a prophet

Taking one last look around the cavern, Bowchamp makes his way to the side and round a pile of large boulders. It can be seen that there is a fissure in the cavern wall and he disappears into it, reappearing some minutes later in a rather smaller cavern at a lower level ...

Happy New Year to all

Besht of hic .. luck to everyone..shee you in a few daysh

A Maydens prere

Big boy Nrungg is my delite
I deerlee luv to see him fite
But he so shy he stay in bars
An he wont sho me all his skars

I take him rats I kook so nise
Sum wiv garlic sum wiv spice
If Nrungg wood say heed be my own
Ide make him such a luvly home
Hede never wont to go an drink
Juss ...

Der smoke from der battel darken der day
Der grass is slik wiv blud
Der war hammer swings in der perfec ark
Splatt

(Attributed to the great h’orc poet warrior, Sam U’Rye)

Drink, drink, drink, drink.
Drink drink, drink drink, drink drink, drink.
Drink drink, drink drink, drink drink, drink,
Drink, drink, drink, driiiiiink.

Traditional h'orc drinking song (annon)

Prophesy’s Naissance

It is mid-summer’s night in the year of 617, the dying fire and assorted articles littering the grass give evidence of the area having been used as a meeting place. Bowchamp Meredith stands in the forest clearing with his nephew, a tall cleric in his late thirty’s wearing the ...