Admiral Sheelan Kittyhalk
The waterways along the Broken Coast and the Rust Empire belong to the Cult of the Fallow Hopes, and the person who ensures this is Admiral Sheelan Kittyhalk.
Almost six feet tall, athletic, and completely androgynous in the manner typical of the Salt Wise, Kittyhalk commands from a network of offshore installations: three pre-fall oil rigs, two lashed pre-fall tankers, and a small fleet of fast-moving raiding ships that run on both sails and motors. The rigs serve as forward bases. The tankers serve as supply depots. The fleet serves as the teeth. Together, they form a maritime presence that no coastal settlement or trade route can safely ignore.
Kittyhalk's reputation among those who have survived encounters with the Cult's naval forces is consistent on two points. First: the Admiral is a matchless oceanic tactician. Open water engagements against the Cult's fleet have gone badly for every force that has attempted them, and Kittyhalk's ability to read tides, currents, and weather borders on the preternatural. Second: the Admiral is a ruthless killer. Mercy is not part of the tactical doctrine. Ships that resist are taken. Ships that flee are pursued. The Broken Coast is Cult territory, enforced by sail and motor alike.
The Salt Wise have always understood the sea better than any other Strain, and in Kittyhalk's hands that understanding has been weaponized into a naval arm that the Cult's landlocked operations rely upon for coastal supply lines, raiding income, and the projection of power along an entire seaboard.
Almost six feet tall, athletic, and completely androgynous in the manner typical of the Salt Wise, Kittyhalk commands from a network of offshore installations: three pre-fall oil rigs, two lashed pre-fall tankers, and a small fleet of fast-moving raiding ships that run on both sails and motors. The rigs serve as forward bases. The tankers serve as supply depots. The fleet serves as the teeth. Together, they form a maritime presence that no coastal settlement or trade route can safely ignore.
Kittyhalk's reputation among those who have survived encounters with the Cult's naval forces is consistent on two points. First: the Admiral is a matchless oceanic tactician. Open water engagements against the Cult's fleet have gone badly for every force that has attempted them, and Kittyhalk's ability to read tides, currents, and weather borders on the preternatural. Second: the Admiral is a ruthless killer. Mercy is not part of the tactical doctrine. Ships that resist are taken. Ships that flee are pursued. The Broken Coast is Cult territory, enforced by sail and motor alike.
The Salt Wise have always understood the sea better than any other Strain, and in Kittyhalk's hands that understanding has been weaponized into a naval arm that the Cult's landlocked operations rely upon for coastal supply lines, raiding income, and the projection of power along an entire seaboard.
Salt Wise naval commander controlling the Cult's maritime operations along the Broken Coast and Rust Empire
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