Drake
Ghost (former Soldier of War)
Ethereal Forces: 2 Intelligence:
4 Precision: 4
Celestial Forces: 3 Will:
8 Perception:
4
Skills: Dodge/6, Driving/3 (ship), Fighting/3, Language
(French/3, German/3, Spanish/3), Large Weapon/4 (cutlass), Ranged Weapon/4
(pistol), Tactics/6
Songs: Motion (Ethereal/6), Nightmares
(Corporeal/3), Shields (Corporeal/2, Ethereal/4, Celestial/3), Storms (All/6),
Tongues (Ethereal/6), Water (Celestial/3)
Attunements: Howl
Focus: Drake's Drum. The best enchanters that the Sisterhood of the Waves could find
have extensively reworked this item over the centuries. It is by now a corporeal relic/6 and
reliquary/6 with the Unbreakable feature and one unique ability: any ghost that
uses it as a focus doubles its Celestial Forces for determining how far it may
stray from it.
Can a man love his country more than Heaven itself?
Can a man so love his country, his land, his home
so that death is no more than an inconvenience? Can he so fear for his people and his Queen that he can hold on
past the roaring silence of his last heartbeat? Can he 'calmly accept the bursting of his brain' to reach out and
hook his soul onto a convenient focus?
Can he accept the eternal pain as a piece of him is left behind?
Can a man make a promise and keep it, though Heaven
and Hell themselves bar the way? Can he
accept the consequences of choosing his own path over that of Heaven? Can he
pledge his future existence to a lonely and endless vigil, dedicated to nothing
less than the protection of a land where he could never walk again as a living
man? Can he stand watch after eternal
watch, eternally vigilant for signs of the foe, with only an endless succession
of quiet mortal guardians for company?
Can he bear to watch them grow old, be translated to their reward and be
replaced by their daughters? Can he
stand the agony of loving those he can never touch?
And, when war comes, can a man ride the storms? Can he battle for over two decades, forever pushing here, pulling there, gathering up the wisps of clouds and forging them into a shield through pure will? Can he dance the winds, constantly interposing that shield to confound the foe, holding them away from the land he protects for just one more day? Can he help save his folk?
Can a man do it again, generations
later? Can he defend both the sea and
the air, battering strange new ships of the sky, lashing them with rain,
confounding them with fog, savagely fighting against an evil almost
incomprehensible to his old-fashioned ways?
Can he do all of this, unheralded, unseen, almost unaided? Can he do all of this without rest or
surcease, save for the wild laughter still at call after so many
centuries? Can he help save his folk again?
Can a man do all of this and still be prepared to
fight at need? Can he accept the
necessity to do this until the Last Trump?
And, most importantly, can he do all of this and stay sane? Can he do all of this and still stay worthy
of the Reward that he has deferred?
Yes.