*A neat book bond in leather written in the draconic tougne*

The world is a cruel and harsh place. Ruled over by lords and monsters of terrible power while the gods do what thay wish and aid in what endevors suit them. But it was not always so. I remember a time long ago when the people of Baldur's gate cried out for a champion and one stepped forward. A man of great power. His vision and strenght pulled that great city through the dark times and we knew peace. But not all things last and for me the journey started that day, when our great hero was slain and darkness crept back into the lives of the people of our fair city.

I am Durzan Jarlin, and although i now write the events of my life it has been many long years since thay happened. It started one fateful day when i chanced upon an old man walking alone on the forest paths near Baldurs gate. His name he later told me was Dorn Galston. To look at him you would be forgiven to think him just an old man going for a mid afternoon walk, but Dorn was a mage of great power and he took me under his wing and taught me of the arcane arts.

Many years passed until Dorn had grown to a venerable age and imparted onto me, a simple farm boy, the means to summon forth what he called a familiar. A magical creature that would aid my studies and grant me other powers as time grew. By chance the ceature that came to me was one of great magicial prowess. A dragon, such a grand animal. Drom spoke telling me that magic and the dragons where bond, for one flowed from the other and through the language of the dragons.

After many days of ill health Dorn died leaving me to carry on the lessons he had started me on, but things never go as planned and i was thrust into a situation i was not prepared for.