Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Vlen sat in the quiet of his private quarters within the Isatari Tower, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he gently popped his neck and set his gaze on Ku, the giant green beetle almost the size of a cat as he scampered around the room... Vlen chuckled a bit, finding some small comfort in Ku's joy.

It has been so long since I was able to taste the sweet nectar of freedom upon my lips... So long since I was able to be by myself in silence and I find myself at peace... No more constant worries and the pains of Thayan whips at my back.... It's... comforting...

I am back with the Weave Masters now, Foggy... old pal..joined the Masters with me.. He's become powerful and climbed up the ranks with all due haste and now..the second in command of our order...a teacher even!... and I remain a normal spell slinging swordsman... Nothing much more than that....

I have made some improvements though... I've managed to fine tune the use of my magical talents... Learning that..even though my muscles intensify in strength and power... What's even more is the speed, agility and dexterity granted through the infusion of magic in my body..... More fitting for the use of a smaller blade.... as such... I'm coming much closer to perfecting my defense.... while not making too great of a sacrifice towards my offense.... Already.. I cant wait to see how far I go..as it is now.. I dont need a guardian like my fellow weave masters...and I like it!

the young half-elf chuckles lightly as he kicks himself back into his bed to stare at the ceiling for a good while, before drifting into a deep sleep...Welcome home Vlen....

Vlen writes in his journal, a small black leather bound book bearing the letters Vv in stylized silver script in the middle of the front cover.

Day 3 back in Baldur's Gate.
I have arrived back in Baldur's Gate for some time now... I find myself in yet another position of...conflict...

Drow run amok across the country side.... Banites plot evil deeds from inside their dark temple... and rumors that there are yet... more Thayans in the area... as if I haven't had enough of the Reds...

Many months ago.. I received a distress call upon the Weave from an old acquaintance... well...rather... Yet another of my brothers other than Gael.. Whom Gael doesn't know of his existence... our Father... quite the woman hunting loin slayer sired the birth of a half wood/high elven child some time back.. He contacted me...screaming about Thayans after his hide...and so, I went to his aid...

Maybe I shouldnt even have bothered.... by time I got there... I was too late... and the Thayans already had their eyes out for me... Go figure eh? Caught by the Reds and their gnoll guards... I was rendered hopeless without the ability to cast spells and tossed into an anti-magic prison camp.... where I served as nothing more than a mere coal miner...

They thought they broke me... boy... they didnt know me at all.... I took a chance during a visit from one of the higher ups... a portal nexus was opened.... all I had to do was pull a few levers... and I would be free.... and I made a run for it... fireballs at my arse the whole damned time.....

I have a feeling that wont be the last I see of them.. but... this time I'll be more than ready.....

The Half elf folded the book shut and set it in his bag with a grim look of determination on his face before a cocky smirk crossed his face "I'll be ready this time"

Vlen, a tall and lithe half-elf with a large sword strapped to his back steps into the Isatari Tower, dropping his silken black hood to his shoulders and moving straight to the door and sticking his key in. With a click and a turn, he found himself floating down the hallways and up the stairs to his own quarters, hoping them to still be intact, when he opened them to find them to be so, he smiled a bit before simply dropping himself into the sheets with a sigh.

"Sure is good to be home"

It was a dark and cold night...One typical to the streets of Memnon. Lesia, walked down the streets of the poorer district, her bare feet moving with pain along the gravel and sand filled streets, shacks and tents covering the area in every direction imaginable. The dirty rags that covered her frail pregnant form blew in the wind as she came to halt in front of a shack of a tavern, a large wooden sign with ugly letters read "Pig's Diner". She pushed her way through the ragged curtains of the entrance. There she met a monstrous looking half-orc who worked as the local barkeep.

"Hoi! Hoi! Lesia! What ye be doing here huh? Tho' ye ferget bou' me!" The half-orc's voiced boomed across the small tavern.

Lesia chuckled a bit..though she was tired beyond explanation. "Why my dear charming friend. I missed you and thought to visit. Is it that hard to believe?"

A wild grin spreads across the half-orcs face, his jagged teeth and large tusks proudly displayed upon his face. "Hoi! Ye be gettin' me with tha' one lass. I missed ye too...Now would ye like a cold glass of ale?" He reaches under the counter for a dirty mug, pulling out an equally dirty rag and proceeds to wipe the dirt and grime off the mug in vain.

Lesia carefully sits at the bar, her muscles aching from a day of hard work. "No thank you Bramm...I'm pregnant..twould not be good for the baby, thank you though."

Bramm chuckles softly at her words. "Who would have thou' Lil Lesia of the silver song....Pregnant!..." He grumbles a bit.."Even though it was with a bloody high-born elf..."

"Oh shush Bramm...He's a good man..He'll be back eventually" She replied to his remark with a warm innocent smile. "I know he will"

"If you say so"

"I do say so..now, let us talk of other things my dearest friend."

The two sat for awhile in the darkened tavern, speaking of days long past, of those days where she was the talk of the town...A talented singer, well known among the lower class area of town. They spoke long into the night, speaking as the hours passed by, the ruffians and theives that populated the tavern slowly departing one by one, eventually Lesia took her leave with a warm smile on her face, promising to be back later, promising to have a warm and comforting talk with him once again.

She departed the "Pig's Diner" a smile on her face even as the pains of labour began to pour down on her like a tidal wave of flame from hell..... It wasnt long until the starved dogs of lower-Memnon realized her weakness...and they took action, a quick but clumsy strike of the blade to her throat and she fell to the ground, blood pouring forth like a mystical fountain....Her mind rushing in thought of her baby and the elf that sired it..."Telenor! Help me! .....Vlen!..Vlen! Anyone! Someone! Help!" She blacks out as the tears of broken hopes and dreams dry upon her cheeks, the light of life leaving her radiant sapphire eyes.


Several hours later...The alley quiet as can be, the stench of dry blood and slow decay floating in the air...a starved and mangled dog tearing at Lesia's still thigh.....All was quiet, all was unmoving...until a splash of blood and water poured forth from underneath the rags that covered her lower body....an angry cry breaking into the night, startling several people from their sleep....The starved dog running away in fear as several other howl into the night, responding to the cry.

The crying only lasted for a few moments before a clearly half-elven infant covered in blood and dirt crawled his way out from underneath the rags....The Cursed boy of the Gutterfolk has been born

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Heavy steel toe boots clicked and thudded against the marble floor with a deep blue cloak dragging along behind the owner of the boots, a hooded figure that moved towards the altar of Mystra with all due determination and kneeling before her very grace.

He dropped the hood down to his shoulders and peered up at the goddess he has deemed fit to call his Lady, His Mother and his Everything. His lips split and he whispered his words to her.

Mother,
I have traveled back into the lands of the sword coast per the directions guided to me by your will. I have come here to take up arms against the Bhaalists, The Banites and the Evil that seeps through this land. So many people here wallow in hatred and anger, jealousy and lust... I only hope that I will be able to live up to your expectations o' divine mother of mine.

With that, the young half-elf dipped his head down so low to where it was near grovelling before simply standing up and walking towards the heavy temple doors and into the darkness of the night.

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