CHARACTER SHEET
My Name? They call me… Pontius Stone.
I must confess, I’m known to have a Foible or two … Drunkenness, Loyalty to fellow Talons.
My strongest desire, my greatest hope, my Motivation is… to topple the Commandant of Crail and see someone honorable in his place (Good +2).
I’m proud to say my Nationality is… Crailese (Good +2).
.. and my Past, which has helped make me what I am today is… Captain of the Talons (Good+2).
You might say my Swashbuckling Forte is… Shipminder (Good +2).
with the Techniques of … Location: aboard Firedrake, Maneuver: repairs with found objects, Maneuver: Not on My Ship!
Other Fortes? … Skysailor (Good +2), Gift: Merhorse (Average +0).
and Techniques?… chained to Talons – Weapon: rapier, Maneuver: Detective.
… Miscellany TBD.
CHARACTER HISTORY
Pontius Stone is a veteran officer, the one-time commander of a special unit of Crailese Falcons known as the Talons, dedicated to uncovering and thwarting plots against Crail by agents of other nations.
Stone has always had an uncanny knack for perceiving the patterns and inner workings of things – whether they be the mechanisms of a skyship or the plots and schemes of criminals and spies. This is a gift that comes from his mother’s Raehalan heritage (although Stone himself was born and raised in Agua Azul and considers The City to be his true home).
His knack gives Stone a keen investigative ability, which he once used to good effect in leading the Talons to uncover various bits of intrigue.
Unfortunately for Stone and the Talons, the most dangerous intrigue they would uncover would not be a plot against Crail from a foreign power, but one instigated by a powerful but corrupt group of Falcons.
A certain amount of graft and corruption is a fact of life in the Falcons, and Stone was as pragmatic as anyone in terms of accepting that fact, up to a point. But the plot the Talons were sniffing out in this case was a much more far-ranging and high-reaching one than the typical examples of graft and palm-greasing that was common in the city. Given the choice to look the other way or to pursue the roots of the plot wherever they led, the Talons chose to do the right thing – the honorable thing – and dug in.
But the plot reached even higher than they first thought, and powerful forces arranged to frame the Talons for the very treasons the Talons were trying to thwart. The unit was dishonored, disbanded, and several of its members, including Stone, were outlawed.
Stone did the only thing he could do to save his life – he fled the city before he could be apprehended.
This was a serious blow, not only to Stone’s sense of justice but also his honor. His heart burned with the need to figure out a way to bring the surviving members of his scattered unit together and right the wrong that had been done to them. But how could a small band of disgraced soldiers – no matter how capable, no matter how determined – ever hope to overcome a corruption that had wormed its way into every corner of their nation and reached to the very pinnacle of Crailese authority?
Mired in disillusionment and self-doubt, separated from his comrades, and pestered by his conscience, Pontius turned to the only thing that could dull his senses and numb his burning heart. Rum.
Losing himself among the rabble of Port Gulliver, the once-proud captain of the Crailese Talons became just another shiftless drunkard roaming taverns and sleeping in ditches.
The months passed, and Stone nearly drank himself into oblivion. Until one fateful afternoon a former companion in the Talons, Milos, discovered Pontius lying in a muddy gutter, recognized his old captain, and decided to try to save the man from himself. Milos spent the next two days nursing Pontius back into a modicum of health, then took him to to buccaneer captain Antaeus Tartabull in the hopes of securing Pontius a job aboard Tartabull’s ship, Argentine, as a carpenter.
Pontius served Argentine well (and as fate would have it would shortly be joined by his friend Milos as a crewmate) using his uncanny knack for identifying and repairing problems with the ship’s workings. He seemed to relate to the ship on an almost personal level. He kept her in good repair and made several improvements to boot. Pontius began to feel as though he had a purpose and direction again.
Still, though, his nights were filled with disturbing voices calling to him from the recesses of his mind, demanding justice for Crail and redemption for Pontius and the Talons. Milos was also a constant reminder of the need to set things right. And though he was no longer a muck-covered drunkard lying in a ditch, the rum was still the only thing to dull his pain and quell the voices.
Now, Pontius Stone serves as shipminder and sailing master aboard Firedrake, with which he has formed an even deeper bond than he did with Argentine. The demon drink still hounds him, which he still finds preferable to being hounded by his honor and the voices of the people of Crail crying out for justice. But he serves his friend Milos and his beloved ship loyally and well, and he recognizes in Milos’ eyes that at some not-too-distant time, the Talons will rise up and grapple with the forces that betrayed and disgraced them. And as much as it scares him, Pontius knows in his heart that when that time comes, he will be there, standing with his peers, doing what needs to be done no matter the outcome.
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