A/N: This is a poem I wrote about the events that the PC goes through in the official campaign and Mask of the Betrayer. I have left the PC nameless and genderless so it is not associated with any one particular character. A journey of the mind and soul and back again. Kind of a dark, moody poem.
-Tangled Vines and Icy Pathways-
The pull of shadows upon Neverwinter lands
Is brought about by unseen hands
Cloak of unnatural darkness covers the night
And into the day, ensnaring and suppressing Lathander's light
Devoid of hope and sorrow-filled,
Which the Lord of Darkness, King of Shadows strives to fulfill
An endless night born of dark powers
And shadow creatures stalk fields of wilted flowers
Far off, in the Claimed Lands of the Vale of Merdelain,
A fallen Guardian waits for its chance to once again reign
When it seems all is lost
And too great is the cost
A hero rises to take a stand
To bring the light back to Neverwinter lands
Armed with ritual powers of purification and a gleaming silver sword,
The one shining hope to push back the undead hordes
The darkness is defeated and destroyed,
The sun comes out once more to fill the void
The people rejoice throughout in celebration,
Not yet aware that their hero has vanished, far away from Faerun
An ancient curse lays in wait, a spiritual hunger,
Deep beneath the earth, it festers
Bound by a circle of runes
Unable to escape for many moons
Until one unfortunate soul is brought to this place
By gargoyle servants, their wills erased
The hunger is unleashed,
Its evil unsheathed
For the hero now bears a great burden
A void where the shard had once been
What path will they decide upon?
The road of destruction or the road to salvation?
A wall of souls is screaming for peace
Will you be their release?
Or bring about the doom
Of eternal gloom?