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

The burning sun was finally setting, allowing Selùne’s glowing light to finally replace the harsh heat of the day with the cool fresh air of night. It was a relief to the woman who continued on her path even as most others would camp for the night. For weeks she had traveled down from the north. The events that transpired which forced her to flee from her home city of Neverwinter were things of the past now. Her stay at Waterdeep was unfortunately short. Someone had recognized her name and her crimes of the past were brought to the present yet again. Fleeing south was the only option left for her. Now as she walked in the star and moonlight towards the city of Baldur’s Gate she knew what she needed to do. This time it would be different. This time she will start slower, build up a power base before she started her true plans. This time she will hide her cruelty and ruthlessness. This time this would definitely be different. Her name this time is Bell’amor and this time she will not only survive but thrive in the lands of Baldur’s Gate.

Journal entry one –
So I have arrived in Baldur’s Gate. With what coins I have managed to save I have gained rent at a kindly old merchants upper room. I’ve outfitted myself in something a little more peppy and clean. This character, this Bell’amor who I am to become will be difficult, but the benefits should easily be worth the charade of innocence and kindness.
I heard two guards talking about some commotion in this “flaming fist”. That is a very odd name for the town guard. I really need to get to the nearest tavern and get better understanding of the politics of these lands. For once though it seems like I might be in luck, for any conflict in the powers of a city breeds opportunity for gold and power. For now though I shall stay in the shadows and watch. I was too weak before, and blinded by pride. This time I shall train. I will be ready for whatever fate throws at me.

Journal entry two –
I met a rather interesting fellow today. Phillip Allimondar. He is a foreigner like me, someone who has not yet found a home for himself in this place. We are kindred spirits of sorts. That does not mean I trust him, not yet. He has a hunger for gold that could easily be used to get him under my wing, but at the same time could be the undoing of any efforts I put towards getting him on my side. I do not worry too much though, for there is an odd sense of honor in him.
My training is going well. I have weaved my blades on the kobolds and wolves and bandits found south of Baldur’s Gate. I am still not fully accustomed to fighting an enemy without the wearing the shroud of shadows, but I must learn from the mistakes of the past. I have definitely not become as proficient with the kukri as I would like though, so I still have much work ahead of me.

Journal Entry three -
A most wondrous and exciting event occurred that opened my eyes to endless possibilities. While dealing with the lizardmen infestation with Phillip an orc came upon our battle. No howls, grunts, or pitifully stupid dialogue escaped from his lips. No, instead he spoke as clearly and intricately as any noble I have met. A cleric of Lathandor he was. These things did not give me pause, for I have seen odd sights throughout my travels. No it was the power gained from divine magics. He passed his blessing upon me, and when the divine essence poured into my soul I obtained physical prowess not accomplishable to mere mortals. My blades sharpened beyond what should be physically possible, and my mind was warded from any types of mental influence. I must obtain such power. I don’t think it possible to use the orc I encountered. He is too knowledgeable, too experienced. He would see through me, and what I want. No I must find one that is young and foolish. One still inexperienced in the ways of the world. With that power at my side I could accomplish so much more.

Journal Entry four -
I got a look at some of the records in the temple of Lathandor. A young cleric of the church who has just started doing duties outside the safety of the temple or city. Temis is his name, though that and the next service he shall attend are the only things I was able to learn of. I have a good feeling about this one...

I found out who this Temis was and arranged a "random" meeting on the road near the kobold cave. I was surprised to find out he was an Aasimar. Some people might have given up against the distant son of the heavens themselves, but to me this will make my victory all the sweeter. He is trusting and kind, two things I can easily use against him. I haven’t seen any glaring weaknesses in his character as of yet, for he is neither greedy nor lustful. Perhaps the hunger for power may yet appeal to him. I am confident however that I shall find something that will get him to where I need him.

Journal entry five -
While waiting in the temple in hopes of running into Temis I came upon a paladin by the name of Raphael Aristos. As interesting as a paladin can be for sure. Self-righteous, kind, blinded with trust and love, but somewhat interesting and fresh. I don’t see any way to corrupt such a man, but that doesn’t make him worthless to me. He is a friend of Temis. So I am going to have to fit him somewhere in my plans or dispose of him eventually.
I have finally honed my skills with the kukris to the point of perfection that I see as acceptable. Now I can refocus my training on the more unsavory parts of my business. Stealth, espionage, a swift blade in the back. It all comes back to me so quickly. Even now gnolls, lizardmen, and bugbears fall to my blades. Things are coming along quite well.

Journal entry six -
Emrys. Emrys Kerr. Such wit and charm in that man. I must be wary, for I do admit to myself that there is an honest attraction I feel towards him. Emotions for an assassin are both dangerous and unprofessional. I chose to keep in contact with him even with no gauge of his usefulness or power. Hopefully my moment of weakness does not betray me, and Emrys is both powerful and useful.

Journal entry seven -
It has begun.
I have spent so much time here in this foreign land getting connections and a feel for the land. Now I have finally shared what I wish to do with Phillip Allimondar. He sees a guild of our own most profitable, one that deals in ways most would consider "unsavory". Phillip is not really the man to get blood on his hands, but thats what I am for, plus any recruits we might gather. I will leave him with more of the bribery, knowledge and power broking. That is what excels in. The blood oath has been made, and we shall not be stopped.
Our first goal should be to set up a small base of operations in Baldur's Gate. Luckily my guise as a friendly young adventurer has held, so that shouldnt be too difficult. After that we can get to the more interesting aspects of business.