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

Posted upon the shelf in the University of Ravenswatch labeled CRA - CRE is as follows, written in deep red ink.

I tell you now a tale of rage,
of darkness, and of hate;
A story of the endless age
of destiny - of fate;
A fable of a fool and sage,
the Merely and the Great...
With this pen I set the ...

Though certainly less prevalent than the more verbose writings of such figures as Kadmiel Greywolf, Raeflyn E'doras, and Publicus, copies of a note make their way throughout the city of Cear, each written in a slightly different penmanship, but the ink upon all of them the same dark-red hue.

Stand ...

Posted daringly on the side of the Temple of Lochwar is a short poem, written in red ink.

Two roads diverged from yellow brick
And sorry I could not walk the third
And be myself, I made a trick
And wrote one down to every word
To make the lines of distance blurred.

So I took them all, each as ...

A note is placed boldly upon the front door of the Lochwarian Temple in Thrall's Gate, its message written in dark red ink...

O Hells within, O Hells without
O Bells and Jingles all about
What say thee to this, pray tell?
("I speak of nothing but a soul to sell.")

Whispered shouts and cries of ...

Posted on one of the remaining pieces of the foundation of the Cobb residence, this note is written in dark red ink.

See the work of holy hands bathed in evil light,
Of saviours made unto foes, their prayer turned unto blight--
See his name whose ill-got shame has turned to wrong from right...
Lo ...

There hangs a note upon a tree in Thrall's Gate, North Cear, the Village of Tristan, and Two Bridges. It is written in a dark red ink.

What's in a name? That which we call vengeance by any other name would smell just as sweet.

Once begotten of a curse
That still we face today:
This ancient foe is ...

Underneath the copy of the note pinned to the door of the Mistyvale is yet another, its words written in a dark-reddish ink.

From the wake of bitter shadow,
Comes a light, neither cold, nor shallow.

With glory, it encompasses us all,
undefinable by either word or song.

A strapping sword,
A ...