Alternately known as Sir Cummerbund, Sir Cucumber, Sir Kumquat, and Sir Cumbersome, Sir Cumulus manages the difficult feat of simultaneously being a pillar of virtue and a windbag. The master of protocol for Duke Aeon's court, Cumulus knows all of the words to all of the ceremonies and insists that every last one of them be said. He is also a veteran of the Accordance War, having done mighty feats in those stirring days, and will go endlessly about his small-unit tactical maneuvers at the Battle of Yarrow Glen. Generally the only way to shut him up is to put a drink in his hand, though duct-taping his mouth runs a close second.
With all that in mind, however, Cumulus is a genuinely good Kithain with nothing but Pacifica's best at heart. He is passionately devoted to his duke and will gladly lay down his life in Aeon's service. The Shadow Court has his undying hatred, and it is shocking to hear such salty language coming from the mouth of this kindly gentleman.
Sir Cumulus is a grizzled old warrior with red hair and a black eyepatch, wearing the latter in best pirate style. He is immaculate in his appearance and keeps his dragonscale armor polished so brightly it gleams. His remaining eye is bright blue, and his nose is red from perhaps a few too many draughts of the Brotherhood of the Barrel's best. While his best days are behind him, he is still barrel-chested and muscular, as many younger knights have discovered come Pennons. He may have lost a step in speed, but he has gained several decades' worth of cunning.
Cumulus blusters he way through everything. He's seen everything before and he prefers drawing on his vast experience for a similar situation to actually thinking about the one in front of him. It's a black and white world, with no room for relativism. Only by holding fast to what makes him Kithain can he remain Kithain, and that means keeping all of the traditions; even the ones that embarrass the heck out of him.
Sir Cumulus' famous treasure is his sword, Arcbiter. The centuries-old blade is nothing less than a handheld lightening bolt under Glamour, and it slices armor and flesh with equal ease. there is nothing of mercy in the blade, only power. He also sports blue dragonscale armor, with gauntlets carved from the beast's claws. At his hip is a golden goblet, a gift from the Brotherhood of the Barrel. It both sweetens and strengthens any drink placed within. Even Mad Dog 20-20 becomes a fine chardonnay through this chimerical winecup's influence.