Neverwinter Forest manihost

the air was cool, carrying a faint hum of life that seemed to vibrate through the delicate ring of glowing moonflowers encircling tunglhjarta. their silvery light bathed the great boulder at the grove’s center, a beacon of serenity against the creeping dark.

his golden eye lingered on the stone, its surface etched with faint markings that whispered of stories long forgotten. he exhaled slowly, his breath a cloud in the stillness, before his voice broke the quiet.

@Rokkur, he called, the name heavy with purpose. i come to speak.

he moved closer to the boulder, his steps careful, his posture respectful. the grove was alive, its energy palpable, and sólhárr could feel the weight of its history pressing against him.