A return

The High Moor of Faerun ... a place long forgotten, too long forgotten.
That's how I felt the other day when I picked up one of my favorite games: Neverwinter Nights. It's been so long since I walked those hills, those forests. Too long since I slept in Khelben Arunsun's keep in Waterdeep, since I camped in Neverwinter Forest, since I crossed the Spine of the World. Luskan, Calimport, Menzoberranzan, Moonshae, Tethyr, the Sword Coast, the Dragon Coast, these are the names that have plagued my life since years ago.
I picked up some of the books labelled Forgotten Realms during the reinstatement of Neverwinter Nights and I actually cried a little remembering. It's good to have a place of your own which separates you from the world around just as it connects you to another which is still shared by some many people around the world, but different from those you're usually surrounded by. Just now I realized how much I missed that, how much I needed that.
Trapped in the daily life, it seems I forgot to feed that part of my soul which defines me the most: imagination.
Last night I couldn't sleep going through the pages of 'Starless Night', 'Silver Shadows', 'Icewind Dale' and 'Daughter of the Drow'. Old books but still new, everytime a pleasure to read, so much unlike the newer books written under the threat of old contracts, done for money.
But it's good still and I plan to enter the world of the Realms every night now, but I'm going to start with the High Moor as a first stop.
Do you know the moor? It stretches near the Sword Coast and is separated from it by the road that links Waterdeep to Baldur's Gate and Athkatla, home to Dragonspear Castle to the south while to the north, beyond the Highstar Lake, lies the Dark Road that reaches from the city of Loudwater across the Empire of Shadows and ends at the evil Zenthil Keep, home of the Zentharim.
I feel the adventure is about to begin.