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The Companions of the Hall backed into a defensive circle, steel clashing against shadow. In the frozen heart of the North, the alliance was the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing the world whole.

"They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted over the gale. "They’re here for us!" Dungeons and Dragons Dark Alliance

"Scatter!" Drizzt commanded, a blur of grey and black against the white. The Companions of the Hall backed into a

But as the giant fell, the snow beneath them began to turn a sickly, pulsating purple. The Crenshinibon—the Crystal Shard—wasn't just a relic; it was a beacon. From the shadows of the crevasses, cultists and duergar began to pour out, their eyes glowing with the same malevolent violet light. "They’re here for us

"The Shard is whispering again," Drizzt Do’Urden murmured, his lavender eyes scanning the jagged horizon. His twin scimitars, Icingdeath and Twinkle, were already drawn, humming with a restless energy. "Kessel’s madness hasn't died with him. It’s rooted in the mountain itself."

Bruenor Battlehammer spat into the snow, his axe notched from a dozen skirmishes with the local goblin tribes. "Let it whisper. I’ve a mind to give it a dwarven shout it won't forget."