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

ello ello

haha, good stuff mate. I'm looking forward to the 'where' as the present looms closer.

She kneels before the alter in the newly adorned red robes of the Neophyte. Head bowed slightly she mumbles her words quickly and fertively, a mere whisper mingling with the quiet shuffle of the faithful.
Through the robes, unseen by any who might look, she clasps the small chained stone as a tear ...

oh crap

To know that which you are and to live it to the full measure of its worth, until the bitter sap run dry. To exist in the most visceral form pulsing and sweating from a beginning to an end. Purpose, without thought or reason from its birth to the here after...

She could see him there, as the ...

hello there it was nice to bump into you yesterday.

Little Monkey Man wrote:

Wasn't there someone like that in Das 1?

yes. me.
Journeyman is gone. Buried with his tamborine inserted up his...

"Lochwar take me. Lochwar guide me. Lochwar..."

she could almost see the figure of her husband knealing before the icons nailed across the South wall, could hear his whispered mutter echo across the bare planks and screwed her eyes tight against the flood. Enough tears had been shed this day ...

Imira came from a story I wrote about loss. she is the personification of the story and, when I get a chance to write more, about the various ways it can be dealt with and where it can lead you.

man I love this place, it just look so eF'in sweet:

She made her way up the small track from the road to the gate entrance in the frigid morning light; a bleak and listless day, side stepping murky puddles, occassionally slipping on the thin film of mud that washed across the stones, steadying herself on a lean staff.
Long grass flailed wildly from ...

"Happy we, the player base,
our devs are kind and bright of face,
Obsidian's, compared are farces,
so I'll pucker up and kiss your ars....."