Age: 28
Class: Warlock, Great Old One Patron (Mother Hydra/Father Dagon)
Race: Half elf
Amelie Dravens was born to a humble harbormaster and his beautiful wife. They lived together in a small town of refugees and castaways, but to them it was home. Both had been driven away from their old homes or cast out of their old societies. The harbormaster, once handsome and respected, had fallen upon illness that wracked his body until only his sunken shell remained. Rather than have his family suffer the loss of status and titles (for he had much to lose), he sought out help from an old hag, Salty Olive Siltmeddler. She gifted him a potion to make him appear dead, and after 24 hours he would return to normal. She didn't even ask for anything in return. She merely suggested the name of a town he might be safe at.. Minaxia.
The harbormaster went about making all the preparations to ensure his family's legacy long after he had passed on and late one night while lying on his sickbed, he drank the potion. It was stirred into his teacup, and the liquid scarcely hit his lips when the tremors began. He shook violently for several minutes, altering all in the house to his condition before seemingly passing away. The burial was to take place two days after his death, upon his request, and in the meantime he was to be interred in a coffin bearing his family crest. His instructions were followed to the tee, and after 24 hours of appearing dead, he awoke in the coffin, opened the lid and left. As the hag had suggested, he headed for Minaxia. Little did the fisherman know that under the waters near the unseeming town of Minaxia lurked a growing madness, one that already had an influential foothold among the townsfolk.
The harbormaster's beautiful new wife had also had a tragic tale of her own. Decades prior, she had a lover and with him she bore two children. One came out gaunt, grey and sickly, but alive. The other was healthy, jubilant and full of life. As the children grew, each according to their malady (or lack thereof), it became obvious that she favored the sickly child while her lover favored the healthy one. What began as small, unnoticeable acts soon spiraled into large inequalities. The woman knew a measure of magic, some of which she used daily to maintain a human appearance lest her Elven nature (though only half) reveal itself.
One desperate evening, after the woman's sickly child had been afflicted for weeks with only worsening signs, she brought him to an old hag, Salty Olive Siltmeddler. She knew well the dangers of bargaining with a hag, but she was out of options. The hag made the woman place her son in a steaming vat. With a dash of this and a bit of that, foul water appeared and slowly engulfed the boy. But the hag needed something more, and gave the woman a book to read from. In doing so, the woman lent some of her Elven magic to the hag. As the hag spoke in babbles and gurgles a miraculous thing happened: Her son's body began to strengthen! At midnight, their ritual was complete and the woman pulled her now healthy son from the cauldron. He gazed upon her with warm, soft eyes and embraced his mother. The hag requested nothing in return, but she did suggest they visit an acquaintance of hers in Minaxia, since her son was now healthy enough for travel. Overjoyed, the woman journeyed home to find that her healthy daughter had fallen ill during the night and died at midnight. Her lover was stricken with grief, and despite the fact that his son was well again, he could not bear to live without his beloved daughter. Two days later, her lover took his own life. With nowhere else to go, the woman and her son made their way to Minaxia.
The healthy boy went to work at the docks. He was a strapping young lad and the harbormaster, though old and frail, took a liking to him. Before long, he was making regular visits to the woman's house. When their daughter, Amelie, was born it came as a shock. Determined to do right with her second chance, the woman steered Amelie away from all traditional forms of magic and pushed her instead to physical work. She encouraged learning trade skills and whenever possible, she impressed religion (any religion) upon the child. The child grew in beauty, skill and love of the sea. Whenever possible, she went out with the boats or helped out down at the docks. Eventually, the woman and the harbormaster married and all worries of past lives and old families faded away.
One night at midnight, days after Amelie's 18th birthday, she snuck out of the house and made her way to the docks. She was careful to make no sound and arouse no suspicion as she untied a skiff and pushed off from a shadowy pier. She rowed out until the lamplights of town blazed in a single, blurry line across the distance. Then, she pitched herself into the murky depths...
Whatever happened down there remains a mystery to Amelie. She had expected to meet the hag and die, but instead she awoke in a strange room, covered in wool blankets and with a compress on her forehead. The ones who attended to her were strange fish-like men and they often gibbered in some unusual language to one another. Hours after she awoke, an elderly woman (who appeared QUITE human) visited her bedside. This woman referred to the place as the Hall of Dagon. Something in Amelie stirred at that name and the woman gave her a knowing, eerie smile. As Amelie was helped out of bed and led around the building, she learned that it had once been a grand temple to a long forgotten god. This group was simply re-purposing the building. The more Amelie learned about the religious order, Dagon and the Mother Hydra, the more she felt like she belonged here. Something had called her here or brought her here and she needed to know what. She needed to find her purpose.
Rather than return home, Amelie chose to stay and learn from the old woman (Rosemary) and the others. She learned the prayers and dances, but during her first mass she became seized into a trance-like state. The others had seen this before and knew what to do. Mother Rosemary chanted over her trembling body while several Daughters and Sons attended to Amelie's safety. The rest watched and offered fealty to Hydra Mother and Father Dagon.
Amelie, in her trance-state, was visited by an Entity of Unfathomable Age and Untold Knowledge. She was promised enormous power and vast riches; she was told of the secrets and lies of her family's past; she was given glimpses of the future. When the Being's hold on her mind was released, Amelie knew that this was what the hag had planned all along. Her dark pact was signed long before her conception and she was always meant to find this place. She was no longer afraid of horror or madness or death. She had learned of her unique place among the stars and within the Order. The Esoteric Order of Dagon.
Upon emerging from the trance, Mother Rosemary took Amelie under her wing and began her proper training. Years passed, and Amelie became First Daughter. It was the highest position attainable outside of creating a new branch as a Mother. But in order to do that, you must sire or bear at least one child of a Deep One. Amelie had helped raise many such children during her time within the Order, but she was yet unsullied. It was considered a great honor to give your maidenhead to a Deep One, and if done during the height of the fertility ritual, the pregnancy was blessed and guaranteed. But Amelie hadn't been called yet. So she waited, year after year. Finally, during her 28th year, it was her time. But as the Order prepared for the ritual and secured a mated pair of humans to sacrifice, disaster struck the town.
The cries broke out in the late hours of the evening, and while most of the town attempted evacuation, the Order carried on with their ritual. The mated couple were stripped naked and given copious amounts of a mind-addling drug. This served as both an aphrodisiac and a pain killer of the highest order. While the couple began copulating, the Sons and Daughters prostrated themselves and ripped their robes while chanting. Mother Rosemary prepared Amelie for the bonding by rubbing the dark-skinned girl's naked form with a slippery oil. Rosemary's withered hands slipped into every crack and explored every crevice down to her third knuckle. Once Amelie was coated, dripping wet and panting, Rosemary deemed her ready. Mother Rosemary stepped to the low table where the mated couple were vigorously fucking and began slicing small knicks into their flesh with a sharp blade. Amelie began her part of the ritual then, and chanted her Deep One's name in low moans while her fingers worked themselves in and out of her already sloppy pussy. Suddenly a huge wave impacted on the side of the temple and there came an answering cry, ravenous and wild. Amelie pumped her fingers with renewed passion, using her thumb to tweak her clit when she could. The others followed suit and began masturbating themselves in a circle around Amelie, Rosemary and the wounded, mated couple.
In seconds, the
Deep One entered and devoured the two people copulating on the table. Then, it's hungry, pallid eyes locked onto Amelie. It approached slowly and slid one rubbery, webbed hand up her thigh. He placed his palm over her sopping mound and bid her ministrations to cease. He leaned in close, like a lover, and thrust his slimy tongue into her mouth as he pulled her in for a kiss. He was careful to keep his teeth from marring her beautiful face. They kissed for many minutes as his webbed hands explored her unspoiled body. He lingered on her breasts, making sure to grasp and squeeze each one before marking her flesh with light scrapes. He paid special attention to her nipples, which he sucked at with no care to his teeth biting and gouging into her breasts. Amelie was begging for his seed when he finally unfurled his distended penis and placed it lovingly against her waiting opening. He entered her slowly, taking this time to enjoy her reactions fully as he inched himself further inside. After a few more careful kisses, his hips began moving and Amelie's desperate moans became swells of pleasure. As her hole adjusted to the Deep One's size, she began to bounce with him. Soon they were working in tandem, both losing themselves in each other's pleasure. After nearly 20 minutes of furious fucking, Amelie began to scream as her entire body convulsed around his cock. The Deep One held on until the moment that Amelie clenched around him, then exploded his powerful, sacred spunk deep within her womb. He continued fucking her and making her orgasms crash like the ocean waves for another few minutes. When he was finished, he pulled himself out and kissed her one last time before retreating to his home beneath the waves.
While they fucked, the city burnt down around them. As the fire encroached upon the temple, all the other followers fled except Mother Rosemary. She stayed with Amelie until the beautiful girl came to her senses. Once Rosemary was sure that Amelie was herself once more, she helped the girl out of the temple and down into the waters that the village thrived on. It took mere hours for the fertilized egg to make it's way to Amelie's womb, implant, grow and emerge. While she gave birth to her first child (a beautiful female deep-touched one) her town burned to the ground. The first rays of dawn were sweeping over the horizon when Amelie and Rosemary returned to the ruined temple. Mother Rosemary assured her that she had earned her title as Mother Amelie now, and urged her to commune with the Ancient Ones to learn where she should spread to next. So Amelie prayed to Mother Hydra and Father Dagon. She made ancient ritual symbols with ashes and writhed in the desecrated remains of the burnt out building until suddenly she knew what to do. Amelie took the scarce few possessions she owned that hadn't been destroyed in the fire (including her father's notebook filled with sailor's logs, names and old coordinates for interesting locations) and fled to the mainland. She was to look for work and blend in until she established a foothold in town. When the time was right, she would learn more of her difficult task.
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