Not all storms rage. Some whisper. Some wait. And some wear silk gloves while holding lightning (and a fan). In this Deep Lore, we follow Virgil Zoar – storm sorcerer, Aasimar, and quiet tactician of the Rivals of Waterdeep. Where Kent dances with ghosts, Virgil listens to the wind. Where others seek glory, he seeks equilibrium.
Born under open skies and shaped by restraint, Virgil is not the hero of tavern songs: he is the pause before thunder. The breath held between grief and grace. And beside him, always, Kent – the spark in the eye of the storm. Together they do not save each other. They simply refuse to let the other vanish. This is not just a story of magic and mechanics. It is a study in patience, in clarity, in the art of holding emotion gently.
The Dystopian Inn 