What gentle dream?

Taz: Coda

One week after the demise of Ganatari’ran, the airship newly christened the Hauntling’s Revenge takes off from the city of Flamekeep with Captain Taz Amadre, First Mate Val Penumbra, and Public Relations Associate Fahrezz Ress.

Three weeks after, a fetching young elf woman shows up at the estate of the Montique family. By her dress, she is a person of great importance. She asks for an audience with Sir Cedric. “I have something to tell him,” she says, “and besides, he’s invited me to dinner.”

Four months after, there is a new gang of pirates in the skies. Called the Revenants, they quickly become known as a gang to be feared, although they follow their own peculiar code of honor. That code, however, seems to change on a whim.

They often take jobs for the Keeper of the Flame. Their catering arrangements are second to none.

Six months after, the Revenants take over the pirate gang known as the Cloud Ghosts. Their interim leader, Maith Barra, meets with Captain Amadre. He emerges from the room looking rather shaken…but also somewhat relieved, as if a weight has been lifted from him.

One year after, the gang known as the Heart of Sharn mysteriously collapses overnight. There are whispers, among Sharn’s underworld, that the Heart’s downfall was arranged by two disaffected former Heart hauntlings: the Faceless and the Shadow. It was said that the girl known as the Faceless could become your own mother and you wouldn’t know the difference. It was said that the boy known as the Shadow could remove your organs in alphabetical order in less time than it takes to gut a fish.

And while there can be no verifying such rumors, it is true that Father Reaper, the leader of the Heart, was found disassembled in just such a fashion, with the words “Our thanks for your many mercies” written on the wall above him.

In the skies, the Revenants ply their trade, stopping here, stopping there. They pay their friends visits. They grant their friends favors. And the captain, a woman of many names and many faces—not faceless at all, in the end—looks up at the sky and smiles, as if she knows something others do not.

It is in her nature, like flying, like the taste of a secret on one’s tongue.



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