Born in a small fishing village at the foot of the mountains, Morwenna grew up oblivious of her powers. She learnt the traditional skills of the village: crafting boats, sailing, swimming, fishing, and navigating; her natural aptitude attributed to village ancestry. By 11 she could swim faster than anyone in the village and sail any of the vessels singlehandedly. At 12 she developed an uncanny knack for predicting storms, tides and fish patterns. At 13 she was swept off a boat in a storm and discovered she could breathe underwater. At 14 her shadow took on the consistency of water and blue marks appeared on her face. The villagers were horrified and, in the ensuing conflict (read: trial by fire) her powers showed themselves fully for the first time. The village was destroyed and Morwenna was voted an outcast. According to the law she was pushed adrift as the tide went out, in a boat with no sail and one barrel of water. Alone on the high seas her powers exploded into being (read: storms, waves, whirlpools, terror exhaustion etc etc). After nearly a fortnight of this, half dead but pretty much in control of her powers, she drifted into the port of a large city, disguised herself as a boy for safety and joined the hordes of urchins, developing a taste for jewellery and adventure.

At 16 Morwenna lost her heart to Arielle Della Spada, the pirate queen of the Great Green Ocean, and joined her cut-throat crew as a cabin boy; a convenient way to pursue both Arielle and jewellery and adventure. Natural aptitude, her upbringing and those sorcerer’s powers proved a lethal combination for an aspiring pirate and, naturally, Morwenna became pretty big-headed about it, as she rose quickly through the ranks of the crew. Unsurprisingly the crew did not share her joy (read: smugness) and led by the Quartermaster, a Dragonborn who called himself Gaeris, conspired to tie her to a cannonball, chuck her overboard, seize her loot, and report her desertion. Reader, they succeeded. Well...sort of. They didn’t know she could breathe underwater, but the rest of it went to plan, and she sank beneath the waves as they sailed off into the sunset. Morwenna, bounty-less, crew-less, and adrift in strange waters with a very damaged ego eventually managed to untie herself, fight off a couple of hammerheads, and swim/drift her way into new lands.

Now 19, Morwenna stole a Caravel and became the pirate known only as the Silver Kelpie; highwayman of the sea; a sort-of pirate Robin Hood if you will. Gallant, daring, reckless with a weakness for gemstones and grey eyes, she sailed at the head of a (highly skilled) rag-tag crew for several years. These notables included: Boris the Boatswain: a temperamental gnome with no nose she picked up in the Far West. Ashabye and Ashahye: the half-orc twins who trained in the Ballet before finding the Sea. Flint the Swabbie who nobody ever really trusted. Sailor F: the silent, green-haired elf who appeared at a food-stop and sort of never left. And Helga: Morwenna’s half-elf Quartermaster, occasional confidante and sometime lover. It’s safe to say Helga was much more invested in this partnership than Morwenna.

But then at 23, on a quest to find the fabled Pine Emerald of the Ancient North Forests, Morwenna met the dryad-chief Willowe Mye. A wild, unexpected affair followed, upsetting crew and clan alike. Willow was the closest anyone ever came to making Morwenna forget the lure of the sea and the sweet, sharp taste of adventure. But these violent delights have violent ends and, when it came, the end was terrible. Morwenna returned to the sea, the dispirited captain of a disgruntled crew. Pirating became both very dull and very dangerous with a Captain whose moods affected the waves and winds. The crew were not pleased. Morwenna was not pleased. I think it’s safe to say nobody was particularly pleased and the harmony of the ship had gone. Sensing her weakness, the authorities began to close in and finally, with her crew caught in a losing battle, Morwenna jumped ship and escaped by swimming underwater, her pockets stuffed with treasure, abandoning her crew to the law.

Now she lives on land, never far from her beloved shore, keeping a weather eye on the horizon.