Rolly Pask was a hands on man, mainly but not exclusively attributed to his engineering and manufacturing background. His tendency to relive people of their prized possessions could also be considered in the same light but due to him rarely, if ever, being caught few considered him thus. Lately his creativity had stretched into the new field of “flight” and his much lauded man hangers had been undergoing constant refinement and design changes in pursuit of wind powered flight. Part of the attraction….well actually the sole focus initially…had been the ability to silently infiltrate those filthy rich, walled merchant dwellings located in the heart of Kaer Maga with little more than a stiff breeze to enter in the dead of night. At first the designs were simple and based off ancient Tian Xia kite sketches “borrowed” from a wealthy noble in the Widdershins.Those initial test flights had shown severe shortcomings in design principle. Shortcomings were also apparent in the ability of his underwear to contain his fear induced bowel evacuations as he plummeted madly from the city walls at break neck speed. Luckily his calculations had proved somewhat accurate and to date he had managed to both keep from slamming head first into the ground and improve the flight performance with each new design change. This day had seen him testing the Whisper MKIV as he had dubbed it, utilising a lighter yet strong wooden frame sourced from the upper reaches of the nearby Yondabakari River. The flight had lasted two circuits (of the city) with the thermal updraft that raced 1000ft up the face of the Storval Plateau cliffs launching him rapidly skywards. The drift once circling was effortless as he quickly pulled two circuits before tucking in for the decent back to the landing platform. Things got a bit hairy then…they always did on the decent and the creaking and snapping of canvas and timber caused that uncomfortably familiar rumbling deep down in his undershorts. Coming in at breakneck speed, cheeks and ears flapping like a flag in a stiff breeze, he thought he was in for another harsh landing. The one two months prior had seen him smeared all over the landing platform with one of the long bones in his leg bent at a frighteningly disturbing angle! Just as he braced for the impact, screaming at the top of his voice at the idiot he had just spotted standing in the middle of his landing platform, the “wind gods” suddenly blessed him slowing his decent and causing him to touch down with little more than a mad scamper to retain his balance. “Perfection comes to those who persevere he though!”
Turning around he ran a quick eye over the decrepit old fart, likely having a senile moment, who had nearly ruined his smooth landing that only “extreme skill” had prevented!