Author's Note: This story consists of excerpts from the protagonist's journal as he progresses through the events of Baldur's Gate. Since he leaves out some details and glosses over others, to get the most out of the story, you should hopefully have played, or at least read through a Let's Play of, Baldur's Gate I.

Hope you enjoy it!

Introduction - Meet the Protagonist

Ravayu Atar - "The Half-Elf"

A foundling who grew up in Candlekeep under the care of his foster father Gorion, Ravayu Atar is actually a full-blooded elf. His unfortunate nickname came about when one of his ears was crudely carved into the rounded shape of a human ear when he was a young child, supposedly "to help him fit in better" in Candlekeep. Halfway through the grisly process, the young elf passed out from pain and bloodloss, and his "benefactor" fled, leaving the youth to be discovered some time later by Gorion.

Ravayu never said who had perpetrated the deed, and the experience left the once boisterous, friendly child sickly, bitterly antisocial and obsessed with his studies, both publicly, as Gorion's apprentice, and in secret, engaging in more nefarious arts under the cover of night, all in the interests of waging a decade long campaign of petty theft, vicious practical jokes and several bouts of magical arson against a certain scribe.

When a little girl named Imoen also came under Gorion's care, Ravayu's first reaction was outright hostility towards this new and unwanted intruder in his life, but the years of the small human following him around gradually brought him out of his shell, he took her under his wing and she, in turn, slowly opened him up to the world he had shunned for so long. Though he never did quite forgive her for the nickname she gave him when she first arrived.

Now a young adult, if young by elven standards, Ravayu is a talented mage and better thief. Quick to anger and slow to forgive, with a streak of ruthless cunning he rarely hesitates to employ for his own benefit, especially if it would be to the detriment of the ignorant masses of humanity.

Fortunately for Faerûn at large, Imoen's plaintive looks and occasional jabs to the ribs ensure he does the right thing. At least sometimes.

Now, after many years of comparative quiet learning among the libraries of Candlekeep, Gorion has informed Ravayu that the time has come to leave, this very morning.

This is his story...