Neverwinter (Neverwinter, 2)

I am Drizzt Do'Urden, hardened by the whips of drow matrons and softened by the sincere affection of friends. The companions of the Hall are gone, and at last I feel it is all over. My path leads away from Gauntlgrym as it once led away from Mithril Hall, but I doubt I will ever return. It is time to free myself from the past and seek new horizons. I am Sylora Salm, sworn enemy of Dahlia Sin'Felle and loyal disciple of the lich archmage Szass Tam. I will feed the dread ring with the souls of Neverwinter, and no one will be able to stop me. Not even Dahlia and her new ally, the drow. I am Neverwinter, a city once known as the Jewel of the North, now reduced to ashes and constantly struggling for survival. As Herzgo Alegni fights for control of my people and Sylora Salm plots to unleash a cataclysm that will destroy me once and for all, I struggle to resist. After centuries of life within my once glorious walls, could my true end have finally arrived?