Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

the air in the tunglhjarta, the moonheart of the moongrove, was thick with the scent of pine and snow. frost clung to the ancient stones that circled the sacred space, their surfaces glimmering faintly under the light of the waxing moon. sólhárr stood at the center, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the pristine snow, a figure carved from the raw strength of the north.

his single golden eye scanned the grove as he lifted his head, a deep, resonant howl rolling from his throat. it was not a command but a summons—a call meant only for one.

@Rokkur, his voice echoed in the cold night air, the name laced with weight and purpose.

the grove’s silence swallowed the sound, leaving only the soft rustle of the trees in its wake. sólhárr’s breath steamed in the frigid air as he waited, his gaze fixed on the darkened edge of the moongrove. tonight was not one for idle words or empty gestures; there was much to discuss, much to decide. and in this sacred place, under the watchful eye of the moon, truths would be spoken.