Admiral Cornelius Redwake was once a dockhand at the shipyards of Fingerhaven, known for his crimson plumage that shone like dawn upon the lake mist. As a chick, he would watch the Eggshell Armada sail at sunrise, dreaming of the day he’d command one himself.

 

That day came sooner than any could have guessed. When the Foxlord Corsairs struck at twilight, Redwake—then a mere helmsman—seized command of his burning galley, steering it straight into the enemy’s flagship. His daring sacrifice turned the tide, earning him both his name and his legend.

 

In the years that followed, Admiral Redwake rebuilt the fleet into the most formidable force on Lake Eggshell. His ships, marked with the crimson-feather standard, glide through fog and fire alike, striking swiftly and vanishing into mist. His enemies speak of him in hushed tones: “Beware the Red Wake—where his ships pass, ruin follows.”

 

Now clad in naval armor gilded with silver waves and a cape trimmed in gold, Redwake stands upon the prow of his flagship, The Ember Gull, watching the horizon for signs of storm or war. His word is law, his gaze unshakable, and his resolve as deep as the lake itself.

“The lake remembers who sails it.”