The continent of Faerûn was a forgotten yet wondrous land, full of endless marvels, mysterious legacies, and ancient evils lurking throughout the world.
Long before the age of dragon rule, the humans and other peoples of Faerûn had spent thousands of years gradually conquering this wilderness with cities and civilizations, building it into a chaotic world crowded with countless peoples.
And, of course, civilization brought with it unknown dangers, lost ruins, and endless dungeons. They filled this world and existed alongside the intelligent life of Faerûn.
Meanwhile, the gods were laboring and scheming against one another, striving to shape this world and wrest control of it for their followers.
To that end, they could strike down their rivals without mercy, even going so far as to plot against the world itself—or destroy it!
Beyond the countless gods, the Archmages' endless exploration of magic also cast a shadow over the uncertain future of this world.
After all, the destruction of the ancient Netherese Empire was proof enough!
But regardless, Neverwinter was still prosperous and bustling.
In the council chamber of Neverwinter Castle, Edgin was working with a furrowed brow in the seat that should have belonged to some troublesome little girl. Before him lay a huge pile of documents and reports about all sorts of trivial matters that had piled up during the days he'd been away.
His daughter, Kira, was thoughtfully helping him sort the documents and carry some lighter odds and ends. Simon sat quietly reading a book by a nearby bookshelf, while Holga, chief of the Queen's Guard and deputy commander of the Neverwinter Guard, lounged nearby, peeling and eating an apple. She had no intention of helping Edgin at all.
At last!
Edgin saw the little bird that Doric had transformed into fly through the window. After