The Search for Lesle Mere


Disclaimer: This a fan-fiction based on the Neverwinter Nights game franchise; it is in no way, shape, or form, to be considered cannon.


The First Tiding

It was not long after the battle with the King of Shadows that a certain wizard decided he deserved his own tower –a bigger, more elaborate, and expensive tower than the one currently belonging to Startear.

And honestly, what mage calls themselves Startear? He's a charlatan on those grounds alone, and it should have been his tower to begin with.

Suffice to say that after enough bickering persuasion, Sand eventually got his wish. His tower was situated directly above Crossroad Keep's library, and could be reached by a spiraling stairwell that transmuted into a slide for anyone not expressly invited.

It was from within his tower that he heard soft, distinct chiming emanating from his divining pool. Shortly after his triumphant return he made a point to set wards across the entirety of the Keep's lands. This pool was tied directly to them. No one came or went without his knowledge –no one of importance, anyway. So when he heard that silvery ringing he knew that this guest could only be… prominent.

"Well, well… what do we have here?" He hovered over the water, dropping a pinch of malachite powder onto its surface.

He blinked at what it showed him –a back he deemed all too familiar from the numerous occasions he'd watched it speed off into battle.

Tebriah had returned.