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

Adam hoisted his crossbow up, resting it against his shoulder. He nodded to Nick as they made their way to the hill, traversing over electrified and burnt corpses of the goblins that prowled there.

They made their way to their hiding spots. Nick crouched behind a burnt birch trunk, and Adam ducked ...

Happy Rebellion Day!

Life wouldn't be quite the same without these United States of America. Have a blast, guys.

Adam smiled, nodding his head to the side as Nick spoke.

"Sounds like a plan, then. They'll be thrilled to come over to your place." His youngest, Daniel, was convinced that when he grew up wanted to be a Lieutenant Woodruff . Not just a Lieutenant , but a Lieutenant Woodruff . No amount of ...

"Kite? The one that I still need to contact about my blasted laundry bill?"

Adam frowned, the name recalling him to the events of last night. Their brave entry into the underbelly of the city to rescue the wayward son of the good Andus Fallier had resulted in... friendly fire .

"Sheillagh's prices ...

Constable Adam Kenholme held a gloved hand over his armoured stomach, his brow furrowing somewhat.

It wasn't that he was in pain . On the contrary, it was more of an intense discomfort . Mariah, his wife of eighteen years, had cooked him a beautiful lamb dinner last night. He grinned, in spite of ...

Constable Kenholme receives the letter with respect.

Thank you, Father. I shall deliver it to the Captain with all haste.

He inclines his head politely, and hurries out the door to locate Captain Beatrix.

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His Imperial Majesty's Cerulean Fleet
Public Notice of Commendation

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The following citizens, serving in a capacity as temporary deputy alongside Constable ...

Adam stood quietly by the District Guardhouse, a parchment in hand, still leaning in his haphazard manner against his quarterstaff (now firmly planted in the soil below). He looked up to the approaching Tobias, now holding his supplies and appearing quite battle-tested. With an arched brow Adam ...

A well-dressed and well-groomed Constable stands outside the District Guardhouse, propped precariously against a wooden quarterstaff planted firmly in the soft, grassy earth below. His cerulean cloak is clasped tight, as the coastal breeze had a cold bite—it was early morning, and the sun was now ...

Level 5 Fleet Wizard reporting for duty. I'm an alternative character, so no worries about me leveling beyond the party. Need to know the days/times before I can completely commit, though. Middle of the week, preferably (evenings EST).

The sun was just setting, signaling the weary dawn of his night's patrol. Kenholme had landed the graveyard shift, and he was none to pleased about it. Such was life as a sailor.

He stopped short as he rounded a bend in the road, a notice catching his eyes. It seemed to be tacked to a lamppost. He ...

Constable Kenholme was briefing a fellow Fleet-member on the day's activities when the door opened, admitting Guardsman Zadrithurn Norentun. At first glance, Adam thought the Watchmen had been in a brawl—his rough and unkempt appearance was easily mistaken as such. Kenholme's eyes broadened slightly ...

"...with random persons threatening magicks; a Varanite citizen who has committed no crime; son of a prominent Cordanian family..."

Kenholme narrowed his eyes. The man was drawing this out far more than he need to. Kenholme was irritated; Allarick could have easily resolved this issue by mumbling ...

The Constable drew himself to his full height, folding both hands behind him in a standard military posture, albeit a casual one. His bright blues eyes took in Zahur, taking note of the man's clothing, and recognizing his appearance from a communication he read between the Commodore and the First ...