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* Nickname(s): The Singing Dragon, 'Girl Ranger with weird bat wings' * Species: Dragon (according to herself) * Height: 5'2" * Weight: 119 lbs * Age: 14 * Occupation: Full-time Girl Ranger, Honey seller, 'being a Dragon' (again, according to herself). * Alignment: Chaotic Good * Birthplace: The Village of Nif * Distinguishing Features: always in Girl Ranger uniform, and always showing her Red Dragon wings. * Known Relatives: Ange and Vita (older sisters) * Religion: None * Weapon of Choice: after a good time using her lute as a weapon, sh

* Species: Elf * Height: 5'6" * Weight: 119 lb * Age: 50 (for elven standards, she's a teenager) * Occupation: Nomadic adventurer * Alignment: Neutral Good * Birthplace: Lathine * Marital Status: Single * Distinguishing Features: her radiant disposition * Known Relatives: Parents and two brothers * Religion: is a follower of Sehanine Moonbow * Weapon of Choice: her bow Raijin. She heard the word means "Thunder God" in an ancient Tarowan language. * Quirks: Optimistic to no end. Very quick to scare and panic. Very cheeful. Arde

* Species: Human * Height: 5'7" * Weight: 147 lb * Age: 31 * Occupation: Planar traveler, Annakol Milita Guard (formerly) * Alignment: Lawful Neutral * Birthplace: Unknown * Marital Status: Single * Distinguishing Features: Green Hair! * Known Relatives: None * Religion: None * Weapon of Choice: TM-1127 Laser Blade * Quirks: stoic, with occasional bursts of snarky humor Raised at the helm of a Spelljammer for as long as she can remember, Aporue always explored another worlds. None of them struck great interest, with her quickl

Dime: "Prime, Prime, Prime! A thief, an elven baronette, a gnome scientist, a cleric of Benthar, and a girl who's bigger than you followed me here! Can I keep them?!" Prime: "I... er... WHAT?!?" Dime grins: "You should see your face in the mirror!"

"... jokes? Like... seriously, Akari?" - in the corridors of the Sunbird Manor, the ever-snarky Dime was having a conversation with the ever-stoic Akari. "Yes." - the Living Weapon replied - "Through my errands and adventures in this world, I have been constantly reported as 'boring' and 'unfunny'. Although this should not be a matter of concern, I cannot help but worry about the progression of my final mission, given to me by my master. So, it is crucial that I become 'funny'." Dime chuckles a bit: "Y'know, the seriousness you show about 'trying to be funny' is funny by itself. ...

Day 6: I woke up with rays of sunlight coming through the window. I slept! I shouldn't have to! I still got things to do and time now is running shorter than ever! I rush back to Annakol City. Time to summon the heroes! I'm not important enough to use the Annakol Gazette. Perks of being a rogue: good ones are usually unknown. And I don't like the idea of being known. ... as if I have a choice in the matter. And since I can't use the Gazette, let's go to the next big thing: the message board. Time to write a message. Call to Arms! Looking for extremely experienced adven

Day 5: I spent the whole night at Miskatonic U, ignoring the claims of ghosts and apparitions in the already dark corridors. I don't know if those were true. Nor do I care right now. I was at the alchemy classroom, preparing some special (and nasty) weapons. The amalgam of two researches: the Fletchers' and mine's. I look at them, not knowing if they'll do me good down there or not. I also don't have time for testing. This will have to do, me liking or not. I also made 5 (five) runes of recall, just in case we have to make an emergency retreat back to the surface. It's unlikely

Day 4: Ah, Halfling Heaven. No matter how many times I visit this place, I always feel at home here. Sure, the Halflings here enjoy a normal, simple life where, if not for Slick, the most exciting event in the year would be the snail races. They are also a bunch of overcapable guys whose the most normal villager would give any outlander adventurer a run for its money. Case in point: the Fletchers. They do what their surname makes you think: fletching. Their arrows are legendary, and some are so unique you can only find with them. To this day, I still don't know how to make what

Day 3: Vampires. Pit Fiends. Hook Horrors. And, of course, Drow. This is the city of Erelhei-Cinlu, deep in the Underdark. Many got lost in the endless tunnels, trying to reach this place, or were devoured by the Kuo-Toans in the way. And many would expect the City of the Drow to be a place of pure and ancient evils. Well, they are right and wrong. Most of the guys who live there are pretty chill and lively... Lolth cultists notwithstanding... and live their lives like anyone else. I was actually chatting with said Drow, Vampires, Pit Fiends and Hook Horrors about one nice barbecue i

Day 2: Very few people know, but I'm actually trained in magic and wizardry. Nowhere near the level of dedicated super-spellcasters like Zamboni, but I know the basics. And more importantly: I know how to use magic scrolls. At Amberflame Castle, Mr. Silig was quite scared, because I was buying half of his stock in magic scrolls. Of course, the ones I could carry and the most important ones for my mission, but still a significative number. And about the chosen spells... again, I'm not a dedicated caster, so I didn't pick quite the number of damaging ones (but I still got some of

Day 1: Magic missiles hit a boulder. And another. And another. And another. Emeralds, rubies and rough diamonds. Catch. Rinse. Repeat. Luckly, Staves of Missiles are in good demand. I needed to mine those gems, but in a way that I could save my strength for what's yet to come. And shooting magic at boulders proved to be quite effective. I grab whatever I can and hasted to the jewelry. Lente, the jeweler, was quite abashed with the amount of shiny stones I brought. ... and a bit concerned. If there are too many, their value starts to drop, so he said. At least I could grab enoug

I ended up coming back to Barrydale on my own two feet. I had to come back and look after those two after everything that happened. Canon and Aruncus were in beds. Canon was still mentally and spiritually exausted after opening so many portals to Hell, but I think he'll be fine. But Aruncus... well, if I hadn't seen myself, I would say she was in a coma. She wouldn't wake up not matter what. ... Of course she wouldn't. Her soul was trapped in Hell. And now, the Horselords are trapped there with her. And if it wasn't for Zamboni, me and Kothgar would be trapped there too. I should've

1. First of all, buy a Book of Summons (Jania, at Annakol North Road, near the Feisty Chicken Inn, sells one) 2. Make sure the custom summons are enabled in the book of summons. You would be surprised of how many people would forget that back in the day. 3. Bookmark an empty slot in your book 4. See the level number in the summon name (eg.: White Tiger, level 5)? You must cast on the ground, near the target (NOT directly on it) the summon creature spell of the level of the creature or higher to capture (to capture said white tiger level 5, you must cast Summon Creature V or higher). Any

Dime drinks a potion of Bull's Strength. Then he equips Gauntlets of Ogre Power. And after that, a Belt of Fire Giant Strength. And then a Helm of the Marshall. Rosa: "Uh... Dime, are you going on another adventure? Like, a big fight? You're increasing your strength to ridiculous heights!" Dime: "Yeah, I'm going to have an adventure alright. It's called "washing Prime's armor"." - with a packed suit of armor on his back. Rosa blinks. Rosa: "Wow! I never saw your brother without his armor! What does he...?" - Dime: "DON'T ASK!" - Rosa: "... o... k..."

The sound similar of an explosion echoed through Sunbird Manor. A sound that came from the Pool area. Powerful shockwaves scattered the drinks all over the bar. Jaims, the bartender, was sent flying to the nearest wall, falling unconscious. The living weapon remained in position, arm extended and fist clenched. A powerful attack was made. Vita FACEPALMS: "Akari, when Jaims said 'try the punch', THAT'S WHAT HE MEANT!" - pointing at the mixed drink, miraculously intact. Akari looked stoic as usual, but with a spark of confusion in her eyes: "Is there a drink called 'punch'? .

"So you finally got caught in the act, uh Dime?" Prime, his older brother, saw Dime entering their apartment with some sort of tray heavily covered in leather. Tackle, their pet, raises his head and then goes back to sleep. "Give me that!" - demanded the paladin. He uncovered the tray, revealing its dark, metalic color. Prime's eyes go sharp. "... Adamantite. I knew you sometimes negotiated with Drow, but I never thought you would go so far. Why do you need this powerful, unholy metal? Perhaps you gave up your rogue ways and needs a decent armor? ... No, there's too few. But per

* Nickname(s): Living Weapon, Mistress of the Fist * Species: Human * Height: 5'5" * Weight: 130 pounds * Age: 18 * Occupation: Martial artist. Formerly an assassin-in-training. * Alignment: Lawful neutral * Birthplace: Tarowa * Marital Status: Single * Distinguishing Features: her "distracting" form-fitting outfit * Known Relatives: She remembers none * Religion: none * Weapon of Choice: her bare hands and feet. She IS the weapon. * Quirks: emotionless, stoic, focused at the task at hand. Still discovering "social manners". Doesn't understand a joke even if it's drawn in front of

Miskatonic University, Arkham. 4th day of the Greening. SUBJECT: The Steinhammer Odor AUTHOR: Dimestus Timalar This essay aims to compile the power and several effects of the aforementioned odor. This writer once met a member of the dwarven Steinhammer Clan that had several flies around him and, whenever this writer got too close, he passed out due to the insanely foul body odor. Several months later, this writer found that said Steinhammer had a twin brother who had the same smell. And stronger than ever, because they were both NAKED, which seemingly amplified the terrible eff

* Nickname(s): Dime * Species: Human * Height: 5'0" * Weight: 94 lbs * Age: Unknown, stopped aging at 12 * Occupation: Being THAT NOSY KID... I mean, explorer, adventurer, alchemist, thi-- rogue. * Alignment: Chaotic good * Birthplace: Fingar * Marital Status: Single * Distinguishing Features: being really short * Known Relatives: Primestus Timalar, Sinestrus Timalar (older brothers) * Religion: is a follower of St. Marcus AND Glory (strangely, the former sees no problem with the latter. Maybe because Dime is more than a Glory 'follower'..

Kinda, but some of us are still around. Or at least trying to. One way or the other.

First of all, hiya and welcome to RoA. :)/> As you must probably be aware, these are kinda dark times at NWN since the death of Gamespy, and it is a lot harder to find good servers to play in. Nonetheless, RoA is the most complete NWN server I've played. The world is just humongous. I've been playing here for some time and I'm still faaaaaaaaar from exploring everything. Anyways, if our timezones aren't way too far from each other, I hope to see you in-game. One of my characters, in fact, likes helping the newcomer characters (and players, by extension) in getting started. See y

Saint Marcus, Great Baker. Please, hear the plea of this humble and desperated servant. Me and my brother both grew up in the Annakol Orphanage. The only evidence we had about this was the word of the care lady. But I needed nothing else. This Dimestus accepted and rejoiced with it. We had happy times, besides our personalities being as different as day and night. In almost a literal way. While my brother Prime chose walk the path of the light, I learned in an early age how to sneak through the shadows. My brother, full of righteousness... and a bit silly, to boot... was against it. That o

A new year is beginning in Galandar. Time to make new resolutions, renew old ones, look back at what you did right... and wrong... in this past year, and look forward to your future. To Dime, that only means his time is running short. The more time passes, the closer he is to become an adult. Dime sighs as he walks through the Annakol City streets: "I didn't do anything right this year. My declaration of love went outright stupid, I couldn't become a halfling, or discover a way to stay a child for that matter, and to make matters worse, now I also have to worry about Harah and Impling.

Oh, I lol'd. MacGuyver, eat your heart out.

Self-explanatory. :P Server has been down since morning, so I think it's not a simple reboot.