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Zhentil Keep stands as a haunted monument to ambition, ruin, and ruthless resurgence. Perched on the western shore of the Moonsea, it was once the unyielding heart of the Zhentarim’s military and mercantile empire, its influence reaching across Faerûn. But the Shadowbane War shattered that dominance—walls were torn asunder, towers collapsed, and much of the city was left in ruin. Today, amid charred rubble and broken battlements, new structures rise in jagged defiance. The Zhentarim, fractured but unbroken, have returned, rebuilding their stronghold with brutal efficiency. Streets once echoing with the march of armies now host whispered dealings, hidden vaults, and secret musters. The scent of scorched stone lingers, mingling with the sweat of mercenaries and the smoke of forge-fires. Zhentil Keep is no longer the fortress it was—but in its bones, dark power stirs again. What is reborn here will not be gentle, nor just.

Ruined towers jut from crumbling walls like broken teeth, while scaffolding and dark stonework mark fresh construction amid ash-streaked streets. The Moonsea glimmers nearby, cold and gray. Black-cloaked figures and hired thugs patrol shadowed alleys. A red-eyed raven watches from a twisted spire, as old banners fray beside new, stitched with ambition.