Neverwinter Forest warden

in silence, the keeper took his fated burden upon ashen shoulders. under sacred moonlight and the watchful gaze of the unnamed god, ingram was transformed.

the listener marveled at the strength of her chosen, shivering with the remembered bone-chill of the otherworld. his eyes were glazed, yet he swore his oath; his hackles flared, and he stood tall. mortal, but blessed. harrowed, and yet...

the unnamed god had asked of him only what could be given. all of it, but no more. ingram was strong. chosen.

now, you are part of me, in this world and otherworld.

the listener laid a kiss upon her keeper's brow. tell me words of spirits, the prophet commanded, even knowing that it did not matter, not in comparison. the words of spirits were nothing against the words of a god.