The Heroes Rest- Neverwinter Fan Site

Once a dragonscale bulwark against the horrors that swept the Sword Coast, Qelqiroth now walks Neverwinter as a gentle emissary of Torm — teaching trust, calming fear, and guarding hope with a quieter strength.

A loose ring of townsfolk gathers where laughter ripples like wind through the banners. At the center stands a broad dragonborn, Qelqiroth of Amn, bending low so curious children can trail their fingers across the ridges of his jaw and polished spines fanning from his cheeks. There is a moment's fear — there always is — but children learn quicker than their elders, and soon they jostle to touch his scales as though greeting an old friend. With a rumbling chuckle, Qelqiroth lifts his small drake companion from his shoulders and places her gently in waiting arms. As the children coo and giggle, he rises to clasp forearms with their parents, offering blessings of Torm with a soldier's sincerity. "You carry the greatest charge in this world," he tells them. "I have faced terrors that blackened the skies above the Sword Coast, but you... you face the long work of raising the next hope of this land. I bow to the truest heroes." When his molten-gold eyes meet yours, there is a knowing warmth beneath them — the warmth of someone who has already spilled blood, endured cold nights, and borne scars for a realm he no longer needs to save. These days, Qelqiroth walks Neverwinter's markets and temple lanes, teaching the wary that dragonborn are not omens of Tiamat's brood, but shields against her shadow. His battles are mostly behind him. His purpose now is gentler, quieter; to earn trust, one smile at a time.