Captain Rumfeather
"Those dumb eyes of yours ring a bell. Last sod with that look tried to outdrink me! HA! He gone under by the first bottle, he did.”
The Menace of Serpent’s Fang
Deep within the Viper's Nest, the lawless heart of Serpent's Fang island, Kena’an’s most notorious pirate city, reigns a legend unlike any other. He is neither a mere pirate captain, nor a feared sea beast. In fact he is a fiery-feathered parrot: Captain Rumfeather. With brilliant red and purple plumage and a sharp wit to match, Rumfeather has become a living symbol of the chaos and cunning that defines the city and a pirate's life.
Small he may be, but Rumfeather has survived more storms, skirmishes, and schemes than most pirate lords. He speaks in 14 dialects, bites in three, and insults in all of them. He has an uncanny intelligence and an attitude that has earned him the respect and fear of the city, as well as a fair share of enemies. They say he’s outlived legends, krakens, and won more bar fights than any bird alive.
The King of Viper's Nest
The pirate city of Viper's Nest is a sprawling maze of crooked alleys, rickety docks, and taverns where the only law is that of the sea: fierce, unpredictable, and brutal. Among its many strange rulers, rogues and opportunists, Captain Rumfeather claims dominion over the Drowned Mussel Inn, a ramshackle tavern built from salvaged shipwrecks, timber and salt.
Officially, the inn belongs to Old Harald , a retired pirate with one leg and a mouth missing more teeth than he can actually count. But the real power lies with the parrot, who refers to Harald as his “first mate.” Old Harald has never dared dispute this title in Rumfeather’s presence and even adresses the parrot as he would his Captain. The nature of their arrangement is a secret open to speculation. Some among the tavern’s patrons believe that Rumfeather took the inn by force, while others that they share a pact forged in blood and rum.
Within the smoke and shadows of the Drowned Mussel, Rumfeather stalks the bar like a king surveying his court, his one good brown eye gleaming with cunning and mischief. His custom eyepatch, carved from hollowed black pearl he claims he stole from the belly of a whale, hides the other. According to Rumfeather himself, he lost this eye in an underwater brawl with a Thalasyr.
“If brains were treasure, you’d be the poorest sodding rat in the bay.”
- Outliving pirate lord Ezzik Drekk
- Spending 5 years in the Echo Isles
- Cursing in 14 different dialects
- Insults sharp enough to start duels
All written content is original, drawn from myth, memory, and madness.
All images are generated via Midjourney using custom prompts by the author, unless otherwise stated.
Absolutely love his chaos and sassiness!
Thank you ^^