
Human • Fighter
Rikatah
Emissary of the Protector’s Guard
Once High Officer of the Protector’s Guard and the steel shadow behind Lord Neverember, Rikatah served as Neverwinter’s uncompromising measure of justice.
The Great Ledger of Fates
This alcove of the Realms is kept by the Soul Bearer—a wandering scholar-bard who refuses to let worthy lives vanish into rumor and dust. Here, heroes, misfits, crafters, and troublemakers are gathered into a single ledger, their stories crossing like threads in a half-finished tapestry.
Where most Neverwinter tales end at loot tables and dungeon queues, these pages chase what happens after the dungeon: the quiet walks home, the arguments in lamplit streets, the rumors that grow in taverns, and the tremors that roll under unsuspecting feet. Twenty-five souls are already inked here, wandering the city and colliding in the Ledger of Tales.
Crossings, quarrels, revelations, and quiet catastrophes remembered by the Soul Bearer.
These are not quest logs. Each tale is a wound or wonder in the life of Neverwinter: a rockfall that was never truly an accident, a late-night argument on the steps of the Hall of Justice, a tavern performance that drew the wrong eyes. The same souls slip through these stories again and again, changing the city as much as the city changes them.
23rd Day of the Falling Leaves, 1491 DR • Fallen Tower District, Neverwinter
A fountain in Fallen Tower freezes solid on a warm autumn day. Beneath the ice linger faces, runes, and echoes of fear. Marji, Selwyn, and Elunara witness the first sign of something waking.
Read this account25th Day of the Falling Leaves, 1491 DR • Stormpipe Underways, Protector’s Enclave
Following strange voices in the stormpipes beneath Protector’s Enclave, Whisper’ess, Slappy, and Selwyn descend into the underways and discover that Neverwinter’s gutters have begun to dream for themselves.
Read this account22nd Day of the Falling Leaves, 1491 DR • Neverwinter Docks
When the fish stop surfacing, Finn, Irongut, and Durnan discover runes drifting beneath the water. Something below isn’t hunting—it's measuring.
Read this account27th Day of the Falling Leaves, 1491 DR • The Shining Stacks, North Market Lane
In Neverwinter’s craftsman quarter, an amulet that remembers the wrong world and a gemstone that cries liquid luck collide, dragging Elira Relicbane and Marin Gemcutter into a reality-fraying day that ends at the ruin of Tel’sareth.
Read this account18th Night of the Falling Leaves, 1491 DR • Hall of Justice Steps, Neverwinter
Four strangers wait in the same bureaucratic line for Lord Neverember’s attention. None of them get what they came for, but all of them leave with something else entirely.
Read this account19th Night of the Falling Leaves, 1491 DR • The Driftwood Tavern, Neverwinter
At the Driftwood Tavern, song, ale, and rumor collide. A Dragonborn defender, a gluttonous dwarf, a dancing mage, a quiet listener, and a whisper of something far darker all share the same smoky air.
Read this accountA few of the souls most often named in Neverwinter’s taprooms and watch reports.
These are only a few of the heroes, artisans, and magnificent disasters inked into the Ledger. On other nights, different names will rise in the lanternlight—dwarves arguing with stone, moon-touched paladins deep in prayer, whisper-gatherers lurking at crossroads, and those who should almost certainly not be trusted with explosives or prophecy.

Human • Fighter
Emissary of the Protector’s Guard
Once High Officer of the Protector’s Guard and the steel shadow behind Lord Neverember, Rikatah served as Neverwinter’s uncompromising measure of justice.

Human • Rogue
Leather Gatherer
A Cormyrean rogue who served among the Purple Dragons, known for harvesting hides with uncanny precision. Now she leads a hunting crew in Neverwinter, crafting armor from the very beasts she once battled.

Halfling • Bard
Title A
A halfling bard whose life seems glued to improbable misfortune and stranger luck, Marin fled Baldur’s Gate after an entire street mysteriously vanished. Guided by Tymora’s whimsy, he now crafts humming gemstones in a shop that may or may not have chosen him.