The Heroes Rest- Neverwinter Fan Site

A hard-hitting Dragonborn militia defender whose infamous temper—and faster backhand—earned her the name Slappy Blackscales. Loyal to the common folk and to General Bharash, she stands ready to break any threat that dares cross Neverwinter’s walls.

General Bharash says march—so she marches. Says hold the line—so she holds it until it breaks. Slappy Blackscales has never pretended to be anything but a soldier, and she serves Neverwinter with the stubborn, flame-fueled resolve that runs in her blood. The city stinks of smoke and magic, full of swaggering adventurers who don’t know a real fight from a tavern tale, and Slappy trusts few of them. But the common folk? The ones who nod when she passes, who understand the weight she carries on those broad black scales? Those she’ll bleed for without hesitation. Her temper is a curse and a weapon—one she rarely muzzles in time. A single lightning-fast corrective slap given to a loud-mouthed adventurer earned her the nickname “Slappy,” and it stuck harder than the blow itself. She pretends to hate it. She doesn’t. If magic someday finally devours Neverwinter—or if the gods glance away in the city’s darkest hour—Slappy will still be there at her post, teeth bared, fire in her throat, ready to meet the dark head-on. Loyalty isn’t a virtue to her. It’s a habit you die with.