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

THE PATROL

Covered lanterns filled the forest with a touch of warmth, it had rained for weeks onto the forest of Daris, as if the gods themselves were weeping at the bloodshed of another raging war. Varana pikemen patrolled their new territory, quelling whatever remnants of Dasar's allies ...

After all who wants to play a senile , feeble , wizened old man without the strength to lift his own armour

*cough*

S'true.

Sweeping the floor with a purpose he looks around continuing his never ending battle with dirt and debris. Taking a headcount of who was still here and who had left their mess. Grinning as he spots Latishe, thinking to himself "Too bad she's taken." and continuing with his sweeping, slowly working ...

*sweeps up the remains of the stool and the throws the larger pieces into the fire, continuing on his slow and logical progression of sweeping the floors*

The Mistyvale Inn; home away from home to hundreds of persons and thousands of bacteria. Roggins cried out f- well… not really cried, no. More asked fo- no, he never really asked for it either. Look if you didn’t want to hear an old man tell a story about his new accomplishments then maybe you’d ...

*sweeps the floors, making sure to sweep towards the door*

Across Dasaria the call had been heard. Elves of all kinds knew this sound, for it had been written and spoken of as a matter of lore throughout their history. Few of the elders had lived in times when it was used to call those of Rian back to her borders. In crowded towns and cities, the other ...