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

Noa, who already had furtively walked a few steps back as to give off the impression she was not involved in this situation at all, finally released a "Yikes" as Rhode threw himself on the floor, oooh-ing in pain. Though she was already by instinct ready to turn on her heel and run, even so she ...

"You can't!", Noa said as she looked back at Nathen with a concerned expression, "What about her?", she gently knocked the back of the woman's head as if it were some door, looking rather thoughtfully at her after, as if expecting to hear echoes from within. After that one second moment of silence ...

The woman blinks, briefly sceptically looking at Nathen. After, she tilted her head as if she had been hit with the impact of the man's words... or perhaps she was just trying to hid her grinning face. Suddenly, a gust of wind brought the rain to shower on her face, washing that grin away in an ...

Noa blinked at man's almost whispered innuendo, regarding then the other woman with an arched eyebrow. She studied the tree nearby, looking up to its tall branches while drops of the day's rain fell on the top of her hood. Noa looked then back to Anakiki and to Nathen. Finally, she put a hand on her ...

"Oh, I know you."

A hooded redhead approached Nathen from behind, though looking at Anakiki. She had been watching the Mandrake show cautiously before from afar before stepping now in due to the bursting curiousity. She moved a strand of hair behind her ear and then nodded. As if finally noticing ...

"Oh, fine, fine... let's give up and bore ourselves to death already then.", Noa shrugged, took a few steps and fell flatly on the messy sheets covering the bed. She then stretched one of her arms for the fruit bowl lying on top of the table nearby: "Really, you sound like an old man.", she said ...

"Just making it harder to get in here if someone decides to suddenly check this room... or if the one paying for it comes back."

As the trunk touched the door, she put both hands on her hip and raised a foot, landing it on the trunk. Noa then looked to Aswaith with the usual smile as she spoke: "Of ...

Noa too hopped from the bed and walked a few steps, studying the chambers as she spoke and brushed the dust from her attire with her bare hands: "Not like we can flee from the ground floor either..." , she eyed the storm occurring outside beyond the locked window and then the door leading to the ...

Noa sighed from the whole tense situation and fell on top of the confy bed, just beside Aswaith. She then grabbed one of the pillows, lazily laying then her head on it and slowly calming down: "You tell me, Aswaith.", she said, in the midst of a yawn, pulling then one of the white sheets and wiping ...

Noa evinced a wide grin, it lessening slightly as she finally took notice of Aswaith covering his nose. She cocked her head and began to speak yet as she was about to ask the elf about such, steps coming from the stairs echoed. She quickly got a hold of the elf's arm and abruptly shoved him into the ...

As she ran through the corridor, Noa sought to open the various doors filling the walls of the Inn's first floor, knocking even on some of them, hoping for one of the staying adventurers to wake up. After various failed attempts at finding an unlocked room, and within it, perhaps an exit, she ...

"Right!", the girl replied: "Drop by Cear anytime, Will!", Noa said as she quickly turned around and took her heels, discharging herself from the broom and already raising her hand for the handle of the wooden door leading outside. As the door opened by itself, the strong, dampish winds made her ...

The redhead turned around to face Will, her mouth open and ready to speak. Yet in her rotating action, the broom swept an unnoticed pile of ashes and as Noa raised the broom and pointed it to Will, it produced a wave of ashy dust which blinded the Inn's owner, Gregor. Her jaw once again dropped as ...

"M-My ears are just fine!", Noa replied while a somewhat scandalised and annoyed smile came to her face: "I wonder about you though!", she then raised her broom and pointed with its dusty end at Aswaith in a menacing manner: "Haven't you pocket-sized tree-huggers usually have a flower to speak to ...

The girl arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms, not moving from her current spot. She still gazed to Aswaith sideways, but now with her chin slightly elevated. She then put a hand on her hip and evinced a smirk: "Mind sayin' that again, Aswaith?", she tauntingly took three steps and positioned ...