Adeline’s Backstory

Adeline has been a pirate for most of her life. Born into a family of peasants in a forgotten village, she was sold as a child to Mendoza Medrtugal, the fearsome pirate captain of the airship The Tempest. He needed a new cabin boy, and her family needed the money. She has no memory of her parents or the life she left behind.

Life aboard The Tempest was brutal, but unlike the other cabin kids who sniveled and cried, railing against their hardships, Adeline embraced it. She learned quickly—running errands for Mendoza and his crew, then graduating to tougher tasks as she grew older. The ship became her world—the hum of the engines, the thrum of the propellers, the endless sky stretching in all directions. The freedom of it. She lived for the chase, the thrill of battle, the rush of plundering villages and rival airships, and the sweet taste of victory.

She loved the spoils—the gold, the precious cargo, the nights of reckless indulgence afterward. Most of all, she loved the crew—her found family. And Mendoza. To her, he wasn’t just a captain; he was the father she never had. She looked up to him, revered him, would have done anything for him. The ship’s crew was a tight-knit brotherhood, standing together through thick and thin. They had each other’s backs. They would die for each other.

Until they didn’t.

Adeline wasn’t in any important position—yet—but there were whispers that Mendoza had his eye on her. That he saw potential. That he even pulled her aside for private conversations now and then. One particular crewmate—a bitter, resentful bastard (perhaps one whose advances Adeline had spurned)—didn’t like how brightly she was shining. And so he spread a lie. A dangerous lie. He claimed she was planning a mutiny, gathering followers, undermining Mendoza’s authority. And when the rumor reached Mendoza’s ears, others—those loyal to her accuser—stepped forward to testify against her.

Mendoza had built his reputation on strength and control. He didn’t get to where he was by being lenient. If there was even a chance of betrayal, he couldn’t afford to ignore it. And so, without a trial, without a chance to defend herself, Adeline was cast out. She and the three crewmates who stood by her were given only one mercy: a spell of Feather Fall. Then, one by one, they were forced to walk the plank.

No final words. No second chances. Just a long, slow descent into the unknown, watching as The Tempest—their home—disappeared behind the clouds.

They landed on a narrow spit of land just beyond the borders of the Godless Lands. Survival became their first priority. The land was harsh, unforgiving, and with no ship and no supplies, they had little hope of making it far. But they stuck together, determined to find a way back.

And then—they were found.

Not by allies. Not by fellow pirates. But by something far worse.

A Paladin of the Church of Order. A holy knight, sworn to uphold the rigid laws of the Church, to eradicate disorder wherever it festered. And to them, pirates were filth, deserving of only one fate: purification.

The paladin and their forces descended upon them. There was no mercy, no parley. Only judgment. Adeline and her friends fought, but they were outnumbered, outmatched. She doesn’t know what happened to her crew—whether they were slain or taken prisoner—but in the chaos, she was forced to flee, losing sight of her last remaining friend.

Alone, injured, and desperate, she ran—straight into the arms of the Disciples of Chaos.

Now, after escaping from the Disciples, she has three goals:

Find her friends.

Get back to the ship and prove her innocence.

Take bloody revenge on the bastards who set her up.