TobiasRavensong

Character: Tobias Ravensong

Background: Tobias Ravensong is a SkyKnight of the CrimsonCloud, swashbuckler, duellist and failed poet.

Quote: "Upon my honour, Sir, we did fight off five griffins over the SmokingLake! I have composed an Ode to our bravery, if you would care to hear it."

Known For: Bravery, improbable aerobatics and a total lack of rhyme.

Why, everybody knows that: The TattooedGriffinRiders are aggressively probing our borders.

Introduction: I am a loyal officer of the Lord Militant, leading a SkyKnight patrol to guard our borders. I have an eye for the ladies, and a quick sabre to uphold my honour. My fellow officers do not appreciate my talent as a wordsmith. Perhaps, Madam, you would care for a private performance of the Lay of Lucien Locket?

Sir, can I rely upon your discretion?

I had the strangest conversation with VarixArchebelloch last night over a glass or two of port. The old fellow wanted to help me out with my gambling debts. I must say, they are starting to prove a nuisance, so naturally I offered him any services.

Dem me, he then started spouting some garbage about those new-fangled Gliders.

"What does a SkyKnight know of those contraptions?" Says I.

"He could help me find one," says he.

Now I know he has taken one tipple too many, and I see an easy chance to clear some troublesome debts. As if there are Gliders just lying around for anyone to find. Course, Varix is sure there is one. We all know they were destroyed, save for the IronSabre, so I am already spending the fool's gold.

Then he tells me one has been found, or most likely the wreckage of one. Only, the way he talks about it, seems the Glider is intact, or near enough. One of the early batch, that have been written off as lost.

Next I starts to think about how this could be my passport into the service of the LuftBaron. Maybe an aide-de-camp, or an attache. Now it's gold AND power on the table, so I pay a little more attention.

I play him carefully, but from what he says, one of the Gliders crashed into the SmokingLake, and the MoonShadowWarriors have hauled out the wreck. Varix just wants me to see if it will still fly. I think I can bamboozle the merchant enough to secure the money and clear my debts. If you could just give me leave to fly a private patrol in the morning.

Sir, please, there is no need to take that tone! I am a loyal officer of the LuftBaron, of course!

Treason? I . . .

Sir, put the pistol down. I was going to report it all, on my honour.

What? Unhand me you fools! I, uhhhhhhhhhh . . .

Name: Phil Nicholls