Everyone has that little shadow in their soul... that tiny darkness that urges you to give into your most base urges. The little voice that nudges you to towards hatred and bloodlust. For most it's merely a tiny niggling, a think left over from times long past...

What if, however, that voice had a name? What if that voice wasn't some leftover instinct from ages ago, but instead was a part of your blood... your very soul. Instead of hearing that voice as a minute echo you would hear it as a deep throated roar. Now take that voice and combine it with pure animal instinct and watch the two battle for dominance. This is what one man deals with, has always dealt with. Only near the eve of his twenty-fourth summer did he finally learn just why, however...

Bhaalspawn. Child of Murder. Begotten of Death. Vantrel was just a half elven boy who grew up in the secluded halls of Candlekeep, raised by his foster father Gorion and befriended by the ever-cheerful and mischieveous Imoen. For twenty three years he lived a relatively peaceful life, learning skills of combat, roguery, and a smattering of magic that he never expected to use.

Only he did use it, more than he ever wanted to. Before he would see his twenty fourth year of life his foster father would lie dead, murdered, and the Sword Coast where he grew up would be plunged to the brink of war. Wonders never ceased, however, and he saw money, fame, and finally vengeance before another year had passed. The slayer of Gorion was laid low, and Vantrel's true heritage as a Child of Bhaal, progeny of the dead God of Murder, revealed.

His travels had gained him new friends, ones that became as much family as comrades. With the fallen of his mad half-brother Sarevok he had expected life to return to some semblence of normalacy. Fate, however, is a fickle mistress, and prophecy stops for no mortal. Vantrel would soon learn that for all his new friends, he would make even more powerful enemies. Enemies that would test his endurance, wits, and strength... forcing him down a path that would ultimately lead to many things. Death. Love. Life. Fear. Destiny.