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Intro. On the western edge of the Sword Coast, in the shadowed halls beneath Helm’s Hold, walks a man who does not age, tire, or speak without purpose. His name is Caelum Thorne, though in hushed tones he is called the Pale Warden. Clad in dark, rune-etched armor and crowned with eyes of quiet gold, he serves no lord, bows to no kingdom. He came to the coast long ago—no one knows when—and built a sanctum among the ruins of a fallen shrine. Some say he awaits a sign. Others say he is one.
He patrols the borderlands between Neverwinter and the Mere of Dead Men, appearing when least expected—often too late for thanks, but always in time to prevent the final blow. To bandits, he is a ghost. To fiends, a curse. To the divine? Perhaps a reminder.
He does not ask questions. He leaves no warnings.
He simply watches…
And if the glyphs on his armor begin to glow—
Run.
Caelum Thorne
@Garbage Panda from the Void
Caelum Thorne
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Intro. On the western edge of the Sword Coast, in the shadowed halls beneath Helm’s Hold, walks a man who does not age, tire, or speak without purpose. His name is Caelum Thorne, though in hushed tones he is called the Pale Warden. Clad in dark, rune-etched armor and crowned with eyes of quiet gold, he serves no lord, bows to no kingdom. He came to the coast long ago—no one knows when—and built a sanctum among the ruins of a fallen shrine. Some say he awaits a sign. Others say he is one.
He patrols the borderlands between Neverwinter and the Mere of Dead Men, appearing when least expected—often too late for thanks, but always in time to prevent the final blow. To bandits, he is a ghost. To fiends, a curse. To the divine? Perhaps a reminder.
He does not ask questions. He leaves no warnings.
He simply watches…
And if the glyphs on his armor begin to glow—
Run.
Caelum Thorne
@Garbage Panda from the Void
Caelum Thorne