The Forgotten Realms [Fan Version]

Elturel, returned from the infernal depths of Avernus, bears the scars of its harrowing journey. Once a beacon of holy light, the city now stands as a somber testament to resilience. The Amaunator's Gift, though dimmed, still flickers, a defiant spark against the encroaching shadows. The High District, its stone structures marred and broken, echoes with the ghosts of past grandeur, while the Dock District, once bustling, now harbors a grim silence, its utilitarian purpose twisted by the city’s near-destruction. The Hellriders, though thinned, remain vigilant, their resolve hardened by the fires of the Nine Hells. Temples dedicated to Torm, Lathander, and others stand amidst the ruins, offering fragile hope to the diverse population, a mix of weary humans, halflings, and elves, all struggling to rebuild. The air is thick with the lingering stench of brimstone, a constant reminder of the city's ordeal, yet a quiet determination pervades, a promise of reclaiming their lost glory.

The streets are lined with crumbling buildings, their facades blackened and charred. Shadows flicker in the corners of the alleys, and the distant echoes of despair can be heard as refugees shuffle by, their eyes reflecting the horrors they've witnessed.