Isabel Wolfensohn: Level 2 sorceress (Angela)
For as long as she could remember, Isabel had lived by the waterfront. Her father had been a sailor, and her mother had worked at the shipbuilding guild, sewing and mending sails. Running about the docks, trying to sell oysters she dug from the mud, she would often become bored and end up shirking her job and chores, choosing instead to play with the mangy alley cats, or imagining she was a daring pirate. She had not even made it to her teens before she snuck onto a ship to see the world, disguised as a working lad.
On that first adventure, her secret was quickly uncovered, and she was tossed below, in the brig. The ship hit stormy seas. In the midst of the rocking waves, the ship bounced up against a reef. A small hole, no more than a foot across, appeared in the hull as the ship hugged the coral. The ocean water began to fill the enclosed space of the small brig. With the crew above, tending to the sails and storm, no one was paying Isabel any mind. It would not take long for her to drown. She flew into a panic, and out of that sheer desperation, her initial surge of sorcery emerged. The splintered wood reformed as she tried frantically to fill the hole with only her hands, mending itself.
When Isabel was finally safe on dry land, she explored her new powers in the alleys, her cats always at her side. She swore not to disguise herself again, instead taking to the seas as a ship's sorceress, proud of her magical powers.
On that first adventure, her secret was quickly uncovered, and she was tossed below, in the brig. The ship hit stormy seas. In the midst of the rocking waves, the ship bounced up against a reef. A small hole, no more than a foot across, appeared in the hull as the ship hugged the coral. The ocean water began to fill the enclosed space of the small brig. With the crew above, tending to the sails and storm, no one was paying Isabel any mind. It would not take long for her to drown. She flew into a panic, and out of that sheer desperation, her initial surge of sorcery emerged. The splintered wood reformed as she tried frantically to fill the hole with only her hands, mending itself.
When Isabel was finally safe on dry land, she explored her new powers in the alleys, her cats always at her side. She swore not to disguise herself again, instead taking to the seas as a ship's sorceress, proud of her magical powers.