Dark Alliance — Dungeons And Dragons

"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." Dungeons and Dragons Dark Alliance

"They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted over the gale. "They’re here for us!" "The Shard is whispering again," Drizzt Do’Urden murmured,

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. It’s rooted in the mountain itself

The icy winds of Icewind Dale didn’t just bite; they howled with a predatory hunger. Catti-brie adjusted the string of her magical bow, Taulmaril, her fingers numb despite her furs. Beside her, the behemoth Wulfgar gripped Aegis-fang, the warhammer’s runic glow the only warmth in the encroaching gloom.