Neverwinter Forest warden

grim, the listener greeted, canines clipping dark ear as she swept round ingram once, then twice as he slowed. settling into a skulking pace at his side, the prophet leaned in close to whisper the will of god for their acolyte to hear... and obey.

keeper. you are chosen, the void-priest began, in tones as ancient and weathered as the beginning of creation itself. to hold secrets of listener, secrets of druids. to guard secrets in life and beyond. to be mine, even in absence of flesh.

the woods shimmered with magick. the stars reflected in the listener's spirit-kissed gaze.