I got the idea of this fanfic when I bought NWN2. I wanted to make a Baldur's Gate mod using the game editor, but I just didn't have enough time to invest in it. So I decided to put the project in stand-by and to begin this story so as not forgetting it. I hope it won't be too bad.
Warning: I did a few alterations to some characters, some I thought were logical, ( like making Minsc a Fighter/Barbarian/Ranger, the only way to have a raging ranger in full plate), some because I thought they were fun, ( like making Imoen an aasimar instead of a human. Sorry to Imoen's fans everywhere!). It shouldn't really affect the story, but some people dislike this kinda stuff, so be warned.
Prologue:
His flowing tears blurring his sight, his legs heavy with exhaustion, Jagen was running in the night, fleeing the nightmare of death and terror behind him. He didn't where he was going and didn't care, as long as it was far from the monstrous figure who just murdered his father. His feet were sliding on the muddy ground, the low brancheswere slapping and clawing at his face and pulling at his hair, but still he ran, with the mad hope that perhaps if he could run away until the coming of the morning sun, then, everything would be alright once more, this night and its events gone, like every other nightmare before them.
The armored man would not have existed, Gorion wouldn't be dead and he wouldn't have fled like a coward, leaving his stepfather dying to protect him.
On the road leading to the fortress of Candelkeep, the armored man pulled his sword free from the old mage's chest with a sickening wet sound. As he used the corpse's robe to clean the blade, the deceptivly delicate woman standing by his side spoke:
" The boy got away. Are we going to chase him? "
With eerie glowing golden eyes, the man gazed at his female companion. She was hurt. The old man's magic had been strong. Not enough to save himself, but sufficient to slay his ogres mercenaries and hold them here while the boy fled in the woods. He didn't understand why the old man did what he did. Certainly, realizng that his magic wasn't affecting his armore opponent, he could have used his magic to teleport himself to safety or something along this line. However, he had stayed, knowing it would mean his death, to buy a few moments for his fleeing ward. The old fool. In the end it didn't matter. The boy was doomed.
" No. It would take too much time and I have more important matters to attend. If the boy isn't killed by the beasts, the monsters or the or the bandits roaming the region, then the blade or magic of an assassin or bounty hunter should be enough. He is alone now. Like we all are in the end. " he answered.
The woman nodded, a sad look briefly crossing her beautiful features as he spoke of loneliness.
When he left, she followed him, as she had always done and would continue to do as long as he allowed her and more.