When I found myself washed up on the beach, with nothing to my name save my pride and the knowledge of my name, which carried no weight at all, I never believed I would see something of its magnitude again. Castle Never rises high in the sky, far above my little head. Sometimes, when I sit at the candlelit shrine at its foot and pick seaweed from my hair (will I never get all of it unwrapped from my horns!) I wonder at how it still manages to stand. Lord Neverember's flag flies high in from every tower, and yet the lands around here have been ravaged.
As soon as I cleared Sleeping Dragon Bridge, I volunteered for Scout Duty. As a test, I was sent into Blacklake, one of the minor towns surrounding the great castle, and even there, the world was a mess. The lake itself no longer sparkles with clean, fresh water, as the worn signs around the city declare. Instead, it oozes with some sort of viscous goo. I was sent by one woman, whose name escapes me, to bring her samples. It seems all the king's worker are still learning about the Plagues that Valindra sends through Neverwinter. I can only hope that most of my homeland remains untouched, as it was when I left.
I know this is a fruitless hope, but it is something I hold on to.
I am to be deployed soon, to the Tower District. Those are the rumors. I am torn. I want to stay in the marvel of this city - I have seen the weatherworn faces of those who have travelled the land and seen how it falls to pieces. At the same time, I feel deep in my gut that I can be a part of the rebuilding of the city. Perhaps I can aim straight enough that the arrow will pierce Valindra's black heart and we shall be free of her curses.
Evening falls. It is time to offer my prayers again.
