The Heroes Rest- Neverwinter Fan Site

Once marked for the drider’s curse after showing mercy to a doomed halfling, D’Zhtnlrn fled the Northdark with only instinct and luck as allies. Now a renegade ranger beneath an unwelcome sun, he walks the surface with wary purpose—hunted by kin, mistrusted by all others.

The houses of Menzoberranzan do not forgive, and they certainly do not forget. D’Zhtnlrn’s downfall began with a single forbidden question: 'Can we hear it speak?' The halfling prisoner on the altar had truth trembling on her tongue, but such curiosity was heresy. Before her final scream faded, he was shackled—condemned to the drider’s curse.\n\nInstinct triumphed over obedience. He escaped into the lightless tunnels, and then upward, into a world whose sky felt like both punishment and freedom. Eighteen years have passed since. Surface folk call him ally, though they flinch when moonlight catches his eyes. He smiles anyway. Survival requires it.\n\nEach night he stares at the open sky—vast, uncaged, terrifying—and feels both small and fiercely, defiantly alive.