Neverwinter Forest spiritus arbore

sólhárr, he introduced himself simply, his voice deep and steady as the earth beneath them. hárkonungr of forneskja.

her excitement warmed him, though his expression remained composed. he gestured with a subtle tilt of his head, motioning for her to follow. come, velia. the forest will welcome you.

turning, he began to lead her toward the heart of forneskja, his pace deliberate but unhurried. the towering trees seemed to lean in, their branches forming a canopy that whispered in agreement. he glanced back once, ensuring she was at his side, and his voice rumbled again.

forneskja is more than the forest. it is its heartbeat, its breath, its soul. you will see.