Kroashent: Albert de Tours

Five windships hung in the air, their sails rippling in the  controlled winds, flashes of colour emerging and vanishing as the  Gaoithe Sidhe danced along the fabric. The largest vessel, an Akitanian  hulk, sat placidly in the center of the pack, the Wheel of Taranis on  its deck sparking with excess energy. Grisly emblems of severed hands  clutching falchions on the sails were lit in the eerie twilight, the  winds and crackling light making them appear animated.

"Flying  the Thieveshand" Enora de Chinon clicked her serpentstone spyglass back  into its compacted form, having satisfied herself with her scan. "They  certainly are a confident lot." "But they're pirates!" Beside her,  Antoinette shifted, the squire's nervous anticipation cracking through  her attempts to replicate Enora's stoic manner. "They can't surely think  of attacking the Radiant Dawn.. Not when they know that Lady  Enora stands guard." "5 to 1 advantage, and a Wheel of Taranis on the  hulk." The young man at the large helmwheel remarked, his expressionless  face looking almost bored. "The hulk blasts the Dawn with that  and the two Carracks close in with a full assault from both port and  starboard. The two cogs are doubtlessly loaded down with as many men as  they can muster and will close the distance while the Dawn  fights off the ranged attacks. They come over the decks before the  brassguard can respond. They have the right to be confident with their  setup." Antoinette paled considerably, but Enora calmly walked to her  seat behind them helm, holding up a gold and crystal glass. A crewmember  poured the red wine into the goblet. "My my." she said with a smirk as  she swished the red liquid. "It sounds like those pirates have us  against a wall. Such a shame, that my family's ship will fall into the  hands of those ruffians and used to attack our merchants in the Mor  Bras." Antoinette's face turned as white as snow. "Milady..." "Of  course, I suppose if my helmsman decided to stop scaring my maid and use  that lovely dramatic buildup to show off why I allow him to remain on  my ship, then perhaps there is hope for us yet. See to it that my Dawn is the last one that these murderers ever live to see, Albert."

Albert  turned again to the wheel, his smirk widening. He flashed a confident  smile at the nervous maid and with a dramatic flourish, spun the wheel.

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Kroashent is my upcoming story, a Celtic fantasy series inspired by the mythology and history of Brittany and Northwestern France. 

Today's character is Albert de Tours, the hotshot pilot of Enora de Chinon and first mate of the Radiant Dawn, Enora's personal Windship.  A dashing swashbuckler, Albert is a former smuggler who was drafted into the Anjevin Windguard, but later chose to stay on his own terms.  Often brash and overconfident, he backs up his boastful and flashy nature with his piloting skills.  Often plays pranks on the naive Azelma and Antoinette, but stands by his friends when the crew is threatened.

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You can read more about Albert here on my WorldAnvil Account: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/bedouar-kroashent/a/albert-de-tours-person-1?preview=true