Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

sólhárr stood atop the jagged stone that marked the heart of forneskja's land, his gaze sweeping across the gathered wolves below. autumn hues kissed his broad shoulders, the sunlight tracing the strong lines of his form. at his side stood callyope, her silent warmth grounding him as much as it elevated him. her presence spoke volumes without a single word, a queen in her quiet strength.

the hárkonungr's amber eyes burned with pride as they moved over each face, old and new alike. the wolves of forneskja had come together, not by chance, but by purpose. the base was strong, the roots deep. this was more than a collection of wanderers—it was home.

he raised his head, his voice carrying over the crisp air like the roll of distant thunder. forneskja, he began, letting the word settle, powerful and unshakable, we stand as one. hunters, guardians, seekers of the máni's light. this place—our place—is strong because of all of you. your steps carve its trails, your howls fill its skies.

his gaze flicked briefly to callyope, as if drawing strength from her, before returning to his pack. new faces have come, and you are welcome. here, there is purpose. here, there is unity. but with it, there is also responsibility. the gods favor us because we honor them, in our hunts, our bonds, and our strength.

a beat of silence, the pause deliberate as he scanned them once more. stand tall. forneskja is not just a place; it is us, together. and together, we will thrive!

he stepped back slightly, his gaze softening as he nodded to callyope beside him, inviting her to speak if she wished. her silent but steady presence, her strength, was the heart to his flame, and he was ready to let her light guide them too.