A/N: So, this is my retelling of Baldur's Gate: Enhanced Edition. More specifically it's the in-character journal I've been keeping alongside my current playthrough. It started out in the in-game journal, but I moved it to outside documents when it got so big it crashed the game. This version is heavily edited, as the original is riddled with errors and is also transcribed in my character's accent using odd punctuation and a few intentional misspellings. I thought this looked too unprofessional to post, so I edited it to be a bit more...readable. I'll be posting it in small chunks as I proofread through the document and fix errors. I hope you all enjoy the tale of Eibhilin "Linn" Rhett of Candlekeep, Skald.

Day 0, Hour 7

Hello there, Mr. Journal. My name's Eibhilin, but you can just call me Linn. It's very nice to meet you. You're probably wondering what this is all about. Well, see, I'm about to go on a journey. A big journey. The first one I've ever been on, actually. So, I figured I should keep a record of it all. You know, to remember the good times and the bad times and all those sort of halfway times in between. Old Winthrop found you in the back of his storeroom, and he just sold you to me for one gold piece, but you probably remember that bit, don't you? Anyways, we'll be working together to create an epic story from here on out, maybe even one I can use to write a grand song or two for my first real bardic performance outside of Candlekeep. So, nice working with you, Mr. Journal. I should make sure I have everything I need for the trip, now.

I wonder what Gorion could be thinking, Mr. Journal. Here I am, about to buy supplies and leave on a journey, but he won't tell me why. Not even a hint or something. And after he sprung it on me all sudden-like, too. I'd spend more time writing, but I've really got to finish packing. I'll tell you more when we get on the road, okay, Mr. Journal?

Day 1, Hour 7

Gorion is dead. Killed by someone who was after me. A big scary man in armor, he was. Gorion told me to run, and I did, but I'm. I'm not sure if it was right, Mr. Journal. I don't know what's going on, and I don't like it, not one bit. I managed to escape with my life, but I'm pretty sure those guys'll be back. Why is all this happening?

I woke up this morning with Immy all up in my face. Turns out she snuck out and followed us. Should've expected as much. I'm real glad she's here though. Said something about a letter, and how Gorion might still have it on him. We should probably go to the place he fell last night anyway. He deserves a proper burial and all, at least. After that, we'll head to the Friendly Arm Inn. Gorion said he had friends there. I'll write again later, Journal, if I'm still alive by then. Can't be too sure of that, what with all these big scary armor guys and assassins hiding in buildings and all.

Day 1, Hour 16

It's raining something fierce. We're stuck under this outcropping of rock that overhangs the road until the storm passes. I might as well tell you what's happened so far, though I might be kinda hurried and sloppy in my writing 'cause I'm dead tired. Didn't get very good sleep last night and I've just about used up all my energy even though it's only afternoon.

We're traveling with two new guys now. Couple of creepy fellas what's named Xzar and Montaron. They helped Immy and me out earlier by giving us some healing potions, then said it'd only be right for us to help them in return and go to Nashkel with them to investigate something or somewhat. I dunno, they were kinda vague about that. I told them we were already going to meet some folks in the Friendly Arm Inn, and they said they'd go with us if we went to Nashkel after. I don't much like it and I can't shake the feeling I'm being used, but at the same time, it'd be real dangerous to try and go anywhere alone, just me and Immy.

We got some directions from a strange old man in red on the way, just after lunch. Nice to know there are strangers out there willing to help out and all. Had to go offroad to look for shelter when the rain started, though. Found a caravan what had been overturned by bandits, but no shelter. We gave up after a wolf attacked us, seeing that it'd probably be dangerous to wander in the wilderness much longer after that. Luckily, we found this place right by the road. Might as well rest here a while, the storm's only getting worse.

Day 2, Hour 8

We were attacked by a wolf last night! Luckily, Xzar had it under control and blasted it with some spells. I was surprised to find out he was a mage, but really, looking back, that's kind of a dumb thing to be. Surprised, I mean, considering he's wearing robes and all that. I mean what kind of guy runs around in big flowy wizardy robes if he's not a wizard? Then again, I wouldn't put it past Xzar to go running' around in big flowy wizardy robes even if he wasn't one. He's not really...all there.

You know, earlier when we were fighting a gibberling, he just laughed all weird like and said something about being death. I gave him a look. Montaron told me it is best just not to question these things, and that Xzar is just being his 'usual annoying self'. I still don't get it though.

Anyways, even after the rain stopped, we decided to just set up camp and stay there for the night, since it was dark and hard to see and all that. We're about to set off again, right after we get some breakfast in us. I hope we make it to the Friendly Arm soon.

A/N: So we're ending here for this chapter. Next time, Linn makes it to the Friendly Arm Inn! Stay tuned, and please leave a review if you like it or have comments!