And thus begins the SoA portion of what's hopefully going to be a trilogy no-reload. Here's the link to the Sword Coast. I'll see whether I can actually do this is journal/diary form. So. Initial stuff: Ansset, Neutral good male half-elf Skald, entering at level 9 with stats of 10/19/16/18/9/19. Only relevant mod is Rogue Rebalancing, other than random banter packs. Roleplaying to a certain extent: I'll always choose for him to work directly towards a goal, not abandoning a quest halfway, and choosing to not kill people if he has the choice. And if they're not directly attacking him/his party instead.
I woke confused in a cage, a cell that I had no memory of. How did I get here? The last thing I remember was finally meeting with Gorion's friends after killing Sarevok, and then... Darkness and pain. Phantom thoughts tickle my mind, the effect of memories covered deep within blocks. I had no time to mull over this strange situation - an assassin or a thief burst into the room only to be disintegrated by some spell or another. Imoen entered - good to know that I was not the only one captured, unlike when I was a child... We freed the other inhabitants, Jaheira and Minsc; I seem to recall Branwen and Kivan leaving us before I... Before I cannot remember.
We equipped ourselves and started our daring escape. My song was my only source of comfort in this place, and even that was whispery and quiet as I tried to not attract too much attention. Control. Do not break Control. We learned we were in the dungeon of one Jon Irenicus, a familiar name - Centeol, that fat spider-person that had that huge tumor inside of him, had said that it was this Jon that had changed him into what he had been. And this man seemed vile - I do not think I could sing to him with him understanding any of it. There were so many atrocities down here - the captive Nymphs, the bizarre disembodied in jars - my head pounded, as if I knew something about this already, but no coherent memory came to mind. Control. Do not break Control.
We were joined by another person, Yoshimo, a man fairly skilled with a sword and a bow. He agreed to help us escape, if we did the same for him. Upon first hearing me sing while we were in combat against multiple mephits, he halted and froze, his concentration breaking enough to allow several of the reptilian things to hit him. When I asked him about it after the last portal was destroyed, he merely said that the song had brought up memories that he would rather have forgotten. I pressed him no further on the issue.
Jaheira was adamant upon finding her husband - but we found him, shredded and torn with his body broken. Imoen said she had seen Irenicus do the mangling, but that Khalid was already dead. I nearly doubled over in pain as a thought pounded at the blocks, but the memory blocks held. If only Gorion the Songmaster was here, he'd know how to remove them, but I do not have the skill.
We emerged into daylight soon after, freeing ourselves from what the others complained was a stifling darkness. Stifling it may be, but it had stone walls, and stone walls always comfort a child of the Songhouse of Candlekeep. As we climbed out, we heard sounds of a ferocious cacophony of spells and words, all bitter, all painful words. I longed to sing myself in response, but Imoen hushed me with a quick glare. I soon saw what was causing it: the mage Jon Irenicus was in a tussle with a group of cowled wizards encircling him, and he was crushing them. As the final one fell, Irenicus looked at me and smirked, saying, "So the Songbird is free. I wonder how long this will last?"
Before I could answer, Imoen had cast a basic damaging spell at him; Deaf though she may have been, her skill with magic was above my own. I started to sing a haunting tune, but before we could rally to face this sorcerer together, more of the wizards teleported into the area, and took both Irenicus and Imoen away before I could stop them, saying that they had been in a use of illegal magic. I yelled for them to stop, but they were already half-ethereal and vanishing before they could respond.
I almost lost Control completely, whirling on a bystander nearby, asking what was the deal with this "illegal use of magic." Anything arcane in source, it seems: my own spells would have to be hidden until I could get it legalized.
... OK, I'm done for now. I've progressed further, finishing the Umar hills quests and the Trademeet quests, gotten my 15k gold and another 5k gold for the spell caster's license, and now I'm pretty much waiting for Jaheira to be taken and returned so it doesn't happen randomly while I'm at Spellhold. No perma-deaths, and my team is myself, Mazzy, Jaheira, Rasaad, Yoshimo, and Aerie. Had to reload once due to a really odd bug of a Raise Dead spell not actually raising a dead character... But nothing game-changing.