Events · Skiff escorts

A trim blue-and-white skiff with the royal crown on her bow drops in beside you. Her lieutenant salutes across the gap. "Compliments of the Admiralty, Captain. The Crown has sent us to fly with you and see you through the fighting."

A green-striped Guild tender, her hold full of spare parts and tool chests, matches your speed. Her factor waves a sealed contract. "The Guild looks after its best carriers, Captain. We have been sent to keep your ship in one piece. No charge."

A painted clan warbird swoops down out of the clouds and settles in beside you, feathers streaming from her fins. Her rider calls across: "The Clans do not forget their friends. The chiefs sent us to fly with you. Point us at your enemies."

A teal-and-brass skiff, ticking with clockwork, glides in beside you. Two robed mages stand at her rail, sketching wards in the air. "The Compact sends its regards, Captain. We are to keep the worst of the fire off you."

A patched red-and-green privateer swings in beside you, her crew grinning along the rail. Her captain tips his hat. "Word at the Muster is you're one of us now, and the Free Captains look after their own. They sent us to fly with you."

A black skiff with no lights and no name on her bow slips out of a cloud bank beside you. A hooded figure raises a hand. "Friends of ours say you have earned some help, Captain. We were sent to keep you hidden when the shooting starts."