“Love is a smoke rais’d with the fume of sighs;
Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”
Once a bastion of safety on the edge of Neverwinter
Wood, the fortified monastery and community called
Helm’s Hold has endured through the last decades,
diminished but unyielding. It has lived through the
death of the god who gave the place its name, the
ravages of the Spellplague, and the ruination of Neverwinter.
Through all this, Helm’s Hold has taken a
serious beating but stubbornly clings to its original
purpose: to provide sanctuary for those who none.
Helm’s Hold has always been a place of healing
and protection for the people of Faerûn. Even when
Helm perished a year before the Spellplague, the
monastery remained open, seeking to aid those with
nowhere else to turn.
Today, the monastery proper serves as an asylum
for those cursed with the Spellplague. People from
all over Faerûn make the pilgrimage here for treatment.
In fact, Lord
Neverember issued a standing order a year ago that
anyone in the city showing symptoms of Spellplague
infection should be sent to Helm’s Hold as soon as
The influx of the needy since that time has
swelled the town’s numbers, but tolerance is in the
air here, so the spellscarred feel more at home in the
Hold than anywhere else in the Realms.
Originally a small monastery and its surrounding
village, Helm’s Hold has grown over the decades. The
cathedral’s foundation had hardly been laid when
Helm died, but the people finished it as a monument
in his honor. Helm has become a cultural icon here- a
patron saint of the community- and all followers of
all gods are welcome under his watchful gaze.