The Tyrant King
Captain of the Last Thunder, this Catfolk is one of the strangest of an already strange race.
A catfolk with striped black and white fur, he stands just over Bast’s height. He is dressed in a loose sailor’s garb, with an enormous two-handed sword belted to his back. Built like a pit fighter, he looks as if he could give even Arth-Mael quite a run in a challenge of strength.
He is intelligent and innovative, mastering the way of the sea and crafting a score of cannons for his ship.
“Come now, it’s only a cannon.”
His arrival to the lawless coast was announced by cannon fire nearly ten years ago, commanding a ship larger and sturdier than any that had previously existed. A pirate-hunter down to his very bones, this catfolk has grown from a street rat of Dorter to the most feared Captain of the coasts.
It is rumored that he began construction on his ship while living in the sewers of Dorter.