Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

this is good, sögumaðr, he exclaimed, stepping closer to clap rökkur’s shoulder with firm affection. the moon’s speaker carried his task with reverence, and the hárkonungr could not be more pleased. the women have been collecting moonflowers to light the path; the men have hunted well, hides and meats enough to honor all who gather. your prayer will be the binding force.

he lifted his muzzle, his gaze sweeping the frozen expanse. at our borders, beneath the great stone. the light of máni will bless us, and her spirits will come to visit. they will bear witness to the union—of callyope and myself, of forneskja and moonglow.

his tail gave a single, commanding sway as he returned his attention to rökkur, voice softer but no less resolute. find words that will tie us to them, to máni. let her voice echo through your prayer, forever binding her glow to our home. it will be her will, through you, that unites us.

he paused, the frost of his breath curling in the air, then added with a faint smirk, and if it pleases the moon, let her bless this hárkonungr with many strong children.