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

“You have to go, now!”

Silence.

“For Ea’s sake, woman, they will be here any moment! You have to go!”

A whisper, overshadowed by pain drowning out meaning of the words themselves.

“They already took it all.”

A moment of pacing, the fall of the boots a mix of anger and exasperation, underlined ...

“She is holding, captain. Rauth willing, the wind will not change until we reach the land. If we take a wave on the starboard, though…”

The tiny, weathered man, the ship’s carpenter, shrugged meaningfully. The large gash toward the ship’s stern, just above the water line, was for now spared the ...

“No, back! Turn the other way, now!”

The air seemed to take on an oily quality. Objects further away seemed distorted, and there was an odd taste in the air. Like the perception of sharpness just after a spring storm, it lingered on the senses in a way beyond any physical perception.

This, however ...

The rigging surrounding the ripped sail was swarming with the crew conducting the needed repairs. On the deck, clusters of sailors easing or pulling at various ropes added to the feel of continuously postponed outbreak of complete chaos that seemed to constitute majority of the sailing time.

“That ...

The platform, erected in one of the city’s squares, is bathed in the flickering light of the torches affixed to the supporting posts in each of its corners. A widely spaced line of guards, carrying torches of their own, surrounds it as much as to remind of the official approval as for dissuading ...

"As per the Governor's orders, sir, you are to be secluded within Guard's holding facility until the unrest among the population is quelled by your successful penning of several new entries.

Please do not offer resistance. This is solely for your own protection."

"Yes, master Roggins, I understand that this defaces the walls of the inn. On the other hand, that vomit stain over there seems to be far more offensive in that regard..."

"Yes, sir, I am clearly aware that this is a private building; however, the law clearly gives the Governor and the Ministry ...

Grumbling loudly, she notices yet another public notice missing from the place of its posting.

She glances around, as if that alone would cause the pursuant of such vandalism to make themselves present.

She shakes her head, making a mental note to prepare a few more notices for the Captain to sign.

"Shackles to display known thieves in would be welcome"

The power that comes with the title of a Guardsman comes only with the willingness to submit oneself to serving the City, the Governor, and the Empire. Any abuse of power can be reported to the Captain Waters at the Barracks, or the Ministry of Commerce itself, assuring that no Guard will act ...

Two Guardsmen may be seen carrying on a shield of one of them a female body, clad in similar uniform, toward the Barracks, with as much haste as the grim burden allows.

A trail of thick, dark blood seeps down on the cobblestones, marking their silent passage among the bustle of the city, the deep ...

Looking up at one of the locals, his arms flapping wildly about, her voice raises from the murmur of private conversation.

"Demons? Are you certain?"

Glancing around, she lowers her voice again, scribbling on the pad as the man continues.

Standing by the statue in the middle of North Cear, the woman in Guard uniform speaks out, her pitched voice clearly heard from the gate to Ealden's smithy.

"The guards, merchants, and citizens were attacked this morning. Given the confusion of the reports immediately available, I would appreciate ...

A woman in Cearian Guard uniform pauses on her way back to the Mistyvale inn, her eyes underlined with clear signs of weariness.

"All citizens willing to serve the City are welcome to join the City Guard... however unrewarding financially such a proposition is in comparison to adventuring, it ...