[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]
(Spell effect can be printed seperately)
[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]
Raised in the remote isles of the Katarn Sea, Indelian left his homeland only a few years ago, his home destroyed by the colonial raiders of Alimroth. Brigands and outcasts were all who would take him, and he was fortunate to fall into the good company of the Gilded Seahorse. Now he has become their navigator in the vast azure plains of the sea, and a great expectation is placed on him to hold back or warn of the horrors of the deep.
The Katarn Sea is dotted with islands that are home to dozens of tribes of Sea Elves that live independently from any laws or lands of Men or the other races of Tharador. They have existed here since the Age of Creation, isolated and culturally distinct from any of their brethren on the mainland. It was here, among the Uthwalin people, that Indelian was raised. Like all Sea Elves, they were devout worshipers of Inderimaeth, who protected their fishermen and sailors from the dark creatures beneath the waves. Indelian was said to be born to good spirits in their tribe, having been birthed within the surf itself during a king tide, an omen said to bring great fortune upon both mother and child.
Indeed, it seemed Indelian was gifted from birth with an innate attunement to the sea unlike any other members of the Uthwalin. His very hands could turn the ebb and flow of the tide, pull vessels along the waves and drag the drowning from beneath the waves. Just as miraculously was his ability to sense and see anything beneath the ocean, from the very top of the sea to the ocean floor, for miles out. Every lone fish, shoal and leviathan became visible to him as though the ocean was a looking glass through which the world became more visible to him than in the clearest days above. Indelian thus became revered during his youth and even his elder years as a folk-hero amongst his tribe, yet for all the powers Inderimaeth gave him over the sea, there was little he could do against an assault from the air.
When Alimrothi Raiders sighted the Uthwalin’s isle as a new potential place for a whaling settlement, the villagers were not even given a chance to resist. Indelian had been a few miles from shore that afternoon, when he saw the smoke rising at the horizon, and a beaming ember glow beneath it. By the time he swam back to shore, his village had already been massacred, bathed in fire with not a single soul left alive. The Alimrothi had already planted their flag in the ashen soil, and begun piling carcasses by the village square. In a fit of rage, Indelian unleashed the full fury of the ocean against them, conjuring jets of water that pierced like bullets against the Alimrothi, cutting through their armour and tearing them to shreds, drowning the rest in a towering wave that washed away the last of the flames and dragged his people and home back into the sea, inundating the entire isle.
Spent and exhausted, he simply drifted upon his back in the wake of destruction, until the currents brought him to the settlement of Tissvile, a hub of scum and brigands off the coast of Mayreth. Those who dwelt there were generally on the run from the law somewhere on Tharador; it was a cove of outlaws making ends meet by taking on the dangerous or illicit jobs that good-hearted regular folk wouldn’t dare do. It was Indelian’s first exposure to the people’s of Tharador beyond his isle, and beyond the aliens clad in metal that destroyed it. He did not much care for it, and was beginning to detest all outsiders as they continued to fuel his beliefs and hatred. That was until he was discovered by Captain Baradin of the Gilded Seahorse, who saw the peculiar elf conjuring stories in the water for a pittance of coins from any who might spare it as they walked past the bedraggled beggar.
Indelian was given a chance to tell his story to the Dwarven captain, and thus offered a place on the ship thereafter to put his supposed powers to the test, using them to navigate the oceans and avoid any monsters of the deep. It was this encounter that finally led to Baradin seriously considering his pursuit of the Damned Galleon, and shortly after he announced to his crew the intent to delve into the voyage. Indelian feels the weight of the lives of his new friends upon his shoulders, and only hopes he can live up to their expectations, and keep them safe, for they have been the first people to treat him humanely since the destruction of his home. For a while, wrapped in guilt, he believed his treatment was a deserved punishment for failing his people, but that illusion has now begun to wash away.
