Gwen Stormsong is a Splinterlands character.
Splinterlands is an NFT Trading Card Game based in the world of Praetoria.
Lore:
Gwen Stormsong was born and raised on the aquatic realm of Lemell. From an early age, she had a strong connection to the elemental mana of water. To foster her abilities, her parents sent her to train with the druids of Lemell. Gwen spent her formative years on the water, learning how to channel its power. While some druids specialized in offensive spells, Gwen preferred to use her powers to help others.
When a great hole ripped the sky open and tentacles slithered forth, chaos swept across the land, decimating cities and the landscape. And after the dark god drained the realm of mana and the Chaos Legion moved on to its next conquest, Lemell was a very different place. Nearly all life had been wiped out. The landscape was destroyed. Everything Gwen loved was gone.
She traveled by boat across the island and archipelagos, searching for survivors. She joined a handful of refugees who had survived, hidden in the caves of a craggy atoll. Gwen was devastated and spent many days in a deep depression, barely eating and hardly sleeping.
When an airship landed on the atoll, she feared the Chaos Legion had returned. These visitors, however, called themselves the Riftwatchers. They were people like her who had survived the Legion's destruction. They were taking the fight to the Chaos Legion and asked for her and her people's help.
Gwen agreed, and she joined the ranks of the Riftwatchers to avenge her home.
Gwen sat curled in her boat, its sail taut as the waves bouncing and rolling the craft across the sea. Gray smoke stained the once blue sky, and debris littered the ocean. What was once a beautiful world was ruined beyond repair, all because of the Chaos Legion.
Gwen stared at her hands, which were burnt and scarred from trying to protect the people of her city.
It was all for nothing, she thought. I should be dead alongside them.
She didn't know how much time had passed as the boat carried her toward the endless horizon. Hours? Days? It didn't matter.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that it took a few minutes before she realized someone was shouting.
“Help! Please, help!”
She twisted around to see two people, perhaps fifty or sixty meters away, swimming toward her.
Gwen gasped, struggled to her feet, and lowered the sail. As the pair got closer, she saw it was a man and woman, wounded but alive.
“Thank you,” the man said, gasping for breath as Gwen hauled him and the woman over the boat's gunwhale. “I was sure we were done for. It's been days.”
“We didn't think there were any other survivors,” the woman said, her eyes brimming with tears.
Gwen nodded. “I thought I was alone, too. Thank the gods we found each other.” She scanned the surrounding ocean. “Maybe there are others out there.”
The couple had collapsed against the hull of the boat. Now, the woman hauled herself to her feet. “We should keep searching,” she said.
With renewed purpose, Gwen raised the sail, and the three of them set off in search of more survivors.