Name: Brigid Grigsholm

Titles or Aliases: Jal-Touched

Home Plane: Mjolgung: A land of savage cold, rocky coasts, and hard-living people.

Race: Human

Magic: Blue. Brigid is a hydromancer with few peers anywhere in the Multiverse. For power level, she'd probably lose to Kiora, but only by decision. She's not very good at summoning creatures, but hey, nobody's perfect. 

Appearance: Brigid stands five-eleven and weighs about 190 lbs, with storm-grey eyes, blonde hair, and a fair degree of muscle. Brigid is a woman given to little finery. A rough-made gray fur riding cloak is her only ornamentation. As far as weapons go, she carries a steel longsword.

Backstory: Brigid is the daughter of farmers from the small coastal town of Sigsland. She'd shown a talent for water magic, but nothing to write home about. At an early age, her family took her to the small local shrine to Jal, goddess of the seas. When she entered the chapel, Jal appeared. Not in a vision, but an actual physical manifestation. The goddess told her that she was destined to bring glory to herself, and carry the goddess' words to places even she could not go. Brigid was skeptical to say the least- what place could a goddess not go to- but she kept the knowledge that she was bound for glory in her heart.

With the blessing of Jal, securing a place for her among the Seaspeakers was a mere formality. The Seaspeakers are a group of water mages who serve on Sigsland's ships. In peace, they silence storms and defend the ships from sea serpents. In times of war, they swamp enemy vessels and wash away coastal fortifications. Brigid sailed on several missions, serving with distinction and earning a reputation as the magically strongest of the Seaspeakers. Then came a disastrous voyage to the far north.

It happened while she slept. A giant serpent attacked the ship, wrapping it in constricting coils. She was roused from her berth to protect the vessel, but it was already too late. By the time she reached the main deck, the ship was already badly damaged and taking on far more water than she could bear. Brigid called forth a massive jet of water that broke the serpent's neck. It was, she thought, her final achievement. As the ship sank, Brigid was thrown into the seas. Normally, breathing water was a simple spell for her, but the icy seas were so cold that she couldn't concentrate enough to use her magic.

She was drowning.

She was dying.

Suddenly, she saw a flash of light. Was this it? Was this Jal taking her into her eternal halls? No. She found herself on an ash-blasted plain, a place utterly unknown to any on Mjolgung. She was alone, confused, and frightened, but alive. That was a start.