Thread: [DnD 5e] Welcome to Ixalan

Amelie was raised by a harbormaster who loved to fish. She had frequented the docks, and was handy enough to be a fisherman's assistant when she was young. But that was part of her other life. It all seemed so distant before, but as the longer she spent on the schooner, the more vivid her memories became. When the storms hit, she was one of the few refugees who knew what to do. The crew had welcomed her assistance, and in return she earned a strange bond of kinship with them. In her downtime, Amelie kept mostly to herself. There were many others aboard but she was unsure what to say to them. Her reasons for leaving were both the same and very different. Yes, her village had suffered a trial by fire and lost, but she had left with a purpose. While so many others hung their heads in hopelessness or despair, Amelie held hers upright on the hope that her faith was guiding her to a brighter future. But how could she explain that to these people without giving away her secrets? She had tried once. A very small child had done nothing but cry the first night. They were alone sent ahead of the other family because only 1 fare could be paid. Amelie had tried to comfort them by singing the Song of the Deep very softly, but the child didn't understand. Since then, the child had kept their distance, but Amelie felt those wide, scared eyes watching her whenever she was below decks. For the most part, the adults had kept their distance. She didn't blame them. Amelie took no great pains to hide what she was a warlock. Many mistook her for a witch or sorcerer, but most disliked her just the same. Had she been more inclined to be social, Amelie might have introduced herself to the other 'outcasts' on this boat. But the storm and her journal had kept her busy for the last three days. With the weather now making a turn for the better, she decided it would be wise to at least acquaint herself with a couple people on this boat. The storms were all but over as Amelie thumbed an old book. She kept it safely in her bundle of posessions while she was helping the sailors, or clutched it dearly when she wasn't. The faded pages of her timeworn journal had kept her company every day since she left. To most, it looked like lines of gibberish and numbers, but Amelie knew it's secrets. The journal had been her fathers, and it was the only thing she'd taken from the house on the night she ran away to drown herself. At the time, she had needed the star charts in it to make sure her rowboat was at the right position. That was 10 years ago. The front pages were old and the writing dated, but the back half held her own notes and coordinates. The last few days she had been furiously busy with the preparations the ritual, the unexpected destruction of her home and the ensuing flight to the mainland. It had been so crazy that she hadn't had a chance to write any of it down. Thankfully the ship voyage wasn't all stormy seas and bad weather. Only the first three days had been like that. When the storm finally broke and the danger seemed over, Amelie took a moment to enjoy the view. The balmy ocean still thrashed about, but the torrents had ceased and it seemed the boat would be allowed safe passage now. Amelie looked out over the churning waters and whispered a blessing to Mother Hydra and Father Dagon. She was indeed blessed. Her stomach growled in response. Even those blessed by the Ancient Ones required sustenance. Amelie lingered at the ship rail. She loved the sea, always had. There was something deep and mysterious about it that called to her. Perhaps it was her faith, perhaps not. Her stomach protested louder this time. As Amelie turned away from the railing, one of the matronly crew arrived topside with a makeshift galley of sorts. She had prepared some kind of gruel and was serving the children. Amelie joined the few adults gathered around and waited for her turn. As it turned out, the meal was porridge and while it was not overly tasty, it was warm and filling. She graciously accepted her portion and sat with the other refugees for the meal. Her eyes cast about as she ate. Yes, there were definitely some interesting folk on this boat. While she didn't see the dragonkind at the moment, the sea- worthy orc woman was nearby. As Amelie watched her, she wondered if this woman had any relation to the captain since he was also an orc. Perhaps she would ask? Yes. The best way to make acquaintances was to say hello, after all. Amelie approached gram- gram and the orc woman in silence and tapped the second one on the shoulder. Hello. I noticed you out there during the storm, and just now up in the rigging. You've got good sea legs. I just wanted to say thanks. I'm Amelie, by the way.