The Heroes Rest- Neverwinter Fan Site

A moonlit rogue of the Dragon Coast, sacred and feared among pirates, Marji Moondancer walks the razor’s edge between seduction and death — ever chasing the lost laughter of her moon-sisters.

The sea hums at night like a heartbeat beneath the planks, whispering to Marji Moondancer — Tymora’s wandering sin. A decade on the dark water carved her into a creature of chance and sharpness, a blade wet with moonlight. Found young and soft by a cunning captain, she was tempered in daggers, storms, and gold until she gleamed with a predator’s grace. Now she wakes with coin by her bed and blood beneath her nails, asking no questions the sea warns her not to ask. Among pirates she is sacred and feared — the lady of the night, patron of luck-blessed sins, the dancer whose steps mark the line between living and feeding the tide. Honor exists here, crooked and glimmering, the kind only thieves truly understand. Yet beneath her revelry coils a deeper hunt. Her moon-sisters — dancers, priestesses, wild-hearted companions — have fallen silent, their laughter drowned somewhere in the dark. Marji searches for them, blade at her hip, rhythm in her bones. She will find them. She will remind them. When the moon rises and the waves turn ghost-pale, she dances again — a prayer in motion, a warning, an invitation. Would you dance with her, stranger, before dawn breaks and the killing starts again?