Persephone Kalisii

Persephone Kalisii

I have come from the distant island of Kalandir, the largest of the Koluthar isles. My people are the Alenerii, an ancient people close to the old gods. It is understandable you have not heard of my people, it is rare for Alenerii to leave Kalandir, and we do not engage with foreigners unless absolutely necessary. I would not have left Kalandir myself, if the situation was not dire. Over the past years pirates have moved into Koluthar and they have established outposts on the smaller islands. From these outposts they have been harassing neighbouring islands and fishermen. My people believe the old gods will protect them, and that we should focus on appeasing them to come to our aid. I believe the threat will not simply leave. Would the old gods not protect the other islands who belong to their domain?   News of these incursions also reached my family. My uncle, who taught me the way of the net and spear, was lost at sea likely due to a pirate attack. My parents, much like the other Alenerii, took this news by focussing on traditions. My father stopped his work as instrument maker and became Elitarii, my mother took to prayer. I fear however that the pirate clans are growing in strength and that it is only a matter of time before an attack on Kalandir is launched. My uncle was Elitarii before, and a master fisherman. Few would be able to best him at sea.   When a merchant ship fleet on their way to Portis stopped for supplies, I asked to come with them. Most turned me away, all but captain Egar. He allowed me on board when he learned my father was an instrument maker and I have learned to play the drum and the flute. Egar had left behind a wife who would play him music, and he missed her dearly. If I would learn the songs of his people and play them for him and his crew, he would gladly ferry me to Portis. So I became a musician, playing for food and shelter learning shanties, lullabies and chansons of a different continent.   When we arrived at Portis, I bade Egar and his crew farewell. I made my way to the adventuring guild and explained my plight. I learned here that in Portis nothing happened without a bag of gold. I got flat out rejected and soon I found myself on the street between beggars, lepers and other misfortunates. I played music for a coin or some food, if I got lucky a roof above my head, but I learned there was no point in staying in Portis. I learned there might be better opportunities up North, where the people were more welcoming. So I decided to leave for Belem.   My journey was long and in it I have seen ravaged lands and ruined people. The scars of war run deep in these lands. Here too bandits seem to roam the land, feeding of the weak. After traveling for 4 weeks, I have made it to the town Odswick, where the innkeeper has promised me food and stay for my skills. A bed and a warm meal is a very welcome change from the road. Tomorrow I will continue to look for gold and allies, for my people are still in peril.