I was born in Athkatla, city of coin. Although we've never seen very much of it. My father was a dockworker. Loading crates onto ships for mere pennies while my Mother was a Cook and Barmaid at the Five Flagons.
It was how they met.
With both my parents working a lot I had to fend for myself in the docks district of Athkatla. Not really a place for children to grow up in. But it helped me fend for myself. Sneaking around, getting into all kinds of mischief.
I sometimes even sneaked off to the other parts of the city. Preferably the bridge district because of the playhouse they had there. All sorts of wonderous artists and actors from all over. Playing the most beautifull music I had ever heard.
I managed to save up enough coin for a guitar and immediatly was bombarded the Five Flagons Inn's Minstrel. Not that I was any good and more often than not was paid to stop playing. *mutters under breath* Or threatened.
However life was good, I had a job. My parents were still together. And I didn't have to turn to crime to survive.
And then it happened. When helping my mother in the flagon's kitchen I _somehow_ set fire to the table. I still don't know how that happened but within seconds one of the cowled ones appeared. Warning me that unlawfull use of magic was punishable by death and they wouldn't warn me again.
In such a small community like the docks word spread like wildfire. People started to shun me. Threatening me. Threatening my parents.
Untill that night. The night my dad got killed. Murdered. Stabbed... with my knife.
My mom came to warn me before they could find me. Said I was wanted for the murder of my own dad and should get out of the city before they found me. Luckily my dad still had friends among the dockworkers who knew I am innocent. They managed to smuggle me on board of a ship headed to Baldur's Gate.
Journal Entry 1
Well, I've made it. All the way to Baldur's Gate. I will NEVER set foot on a ship EVER again. I didn't know it was possible to puke as much as I did.
But at least I'm alive.
I'm going to have to find some work and I don't think just being able to sing and play guitar is going to help much. Not to mention that I'm getting more and more grip on these magical outbursts.
Maybe I should try my hand on some adventuring. Singing songs of inspiration during battle. Who knows, with a little help from Tymora this just might turn out for the better.
Dad, if you can hear me. I will make you proud.
EDIT:
Just a heads up. This is my first ever "real" RP effort. So I might "screw up" a few times
