Amelia is a human cleric, now “retired” from her heroic antics.
She lives happily in Daisygate where she works as a wedding dresses tailor in her store Divine Petal’s Bridal and she very much enjoys all the comfort of the city. Her divine magic seems to have woven itself into her dresses and stories of blessed stitches and magic events always accompany her brides making her a well known character in Daisygate.
Amelia’s background
Amelia Windweaver once walked the battlefield with a holy symbol pressed to her chest and the name of Ethuil on her lips. On the border between ShieldStone and Drakenheim, torn by steel and fire, where the Worldeater troops decided to go for the islands beside Wyrmshield Heights, she was a cleric of compassion and growth, bringing comfort to the wounded and renewal to the broken. Her magic bloomed where others bled—she called vines to shield the fallen, petals to close wounds, and whispered prayers of peace before the chaos resumed.
But over time, Amelia came to see that not all life wanted saving. Her healing was used to send soldiers back into the fray, their wounds patched just long enough to bleed again. Her blessings were repurposed into tools of conquest, as generals praised Ethuil for every city they “cleansed” and every field they seeded with the dead. She began to wonder: had she been nourishing rot all along?
One day, Amelia stopped. Not because her faith had withered, but because she could no longer bear to see it used this way. She laid down her holy symbol among wheat and walked until she reached Daisygate, a quiet city where roses climb sunlit walls and love blooms without war.
Now, she is a wedding dress tailor. “Where once I prepared people to die, now I prepare them to begin.”, she said. Her designs are renowned for their ethereal beauty and hand-stitched blessings of peace and prosperity.
Amelia still whispers little blessings into her work—old habits from her cleric days. A stitch for joy, a bead for long life, a flower motif to ward off sorrow. She thinks they’re just traditions.
But something deeper listens.
When her brides walk down the aisle, things happen. Rain clears. Nerves calm. Estranged families soften. And once, a wedding crasher’s crossbow jammed just as he aimed.
People say her dresses are lucky. Amelia insists it’s just craftsmanship.
The truth? Her divine magic has woven itself into her art, unbidden and unseen. She doesn’t channel power like she used to—she embodies it now.
Maybe her god hasn’t let her go.
Maybe her god changed with her.
Toby the Tenacious
Amelia has a pet wolpertinger called “Toby the Tenacious“. Toby has an Atmospheric Nose which means he sneezes if the weather will change in the next hour and he get hiccups when magic is activated within 60ft.