I don’t harbor any ill will towards religious folk. There’s lots o things that make an Airiner’s life dangerous. In the clouds, folk need all the allies they can get. Superstition can quiet an unsteady hand on the line, where anything less than a firm grip courts the cutting stone. My generosity falls well short...

There are forces in this world that we’ll never understand. But we tell the stories none the less. If you’re gonna be a Sky Jack you’ll have to learn Illimat. There are plenty o games to play with cards that suit people just fine. Sky Jacks have seen the world though, we don’t settle for...

Before the fall, Corsair, Privateer, and Pirate were names The Nations gave to sailors who got on the wrong side of their wars. They talked about them like they were all raiders and thieves. It’s true that many who became Corsairs turned to raiding and thieving once they lost their nation’s graces, but most started...

Long ago, when the stars shone in greater number than any could hope to count, the seasons came in sequence, and the sea was tame, the people of Spéir divided the earth into things called nations. Vast collections of cities that gave fealty to a few powerful rulers. Nations used the seas to make trade...

I can see you’re curious. Lucky for you this old Ariner has had more than enough drink needed to tell a tale.