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2013-10-14T14:49:26Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Noted Favors, Awards, and Misc */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:rogue.jpg|frame|left|Requiem]]<br />
{| style="height:200px" border="0"<br />
|-<br />
|'''Name:'''<br />
|'''Requiem'''<br />
|-<br />
|'''Location:'''<br />
|[[The Crimson Storm]]<br />
|-<br />
|'''Rank:'''<br />
|[[Cleric | Morale Officer]] (Cleric)<br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Noted Favors, Awards, and Misc ==<br />
''As a Step N Fetch''<br />
<br />
*Inducted EOFP 2008<br />
**Sponsored by [[Hawk|Traveler Hawk]], captain of [[The Raging Saint Mae]]<br />
**Step N Fetch Name: Cabana Boy<br />
*Graduated EOFP 2009<br />
<br />
''In Service of the Crimson Storm'' (August 2009 - August 2013)<br />
<br />
*Winner: Pirate Trivia (Picnic and Games, Spring 2013)<br><br />
*Winner: Treasure Hunt (Faire Season 2013)<br />
<br />
''In Service of The Andromeda'' (August 2013 - present day)<br />
<br />
''Personal Awards, Achievements and Acolades'' (August 2006 - present day)<br />
*Black on Yellow Skull and Crossbones "Rising" token, awarded by [[Full Moon|Captain Moon]], Faire 2006<br />
*Granted Guest of Rogue status August 2006<br />
*Awarded "Outstanding Effort - Behind the Scenes" award from [[Captain Morgan]], EOFP 2012<br />
<br />
''Miscellaneous''<br />
*Inducted into the Church of the Dirty Virgin by Father Gooey, August 2009<br />
*Promoted to [[Cleric|Morale Officer]] of [[The Crimson Storm]], October 2009<br />
*Became Padre of the Church of the Dirty Virgin, January 2013<br />
*Promoted to [[First Mate|Darkstar's Bitch]] of [[The Andromeda]], August 2013<br />
<br />
== Biography==<br />
''This is a work in progress. Once this italicized note is removed, the story here will be complete.''<br />
<br />
Fire. All around me is fire. The sky bleeds red as the flames lick off of the treetops and singe the rolling clouds. Yet this is all familiar. I live amidst this fire, but there is no heat. The fire burns continuously, but it does not truly ''burn.'' I don’t know how long I’ve lived here, as there is always light from the sky. Firelight and flickering shadows, the only contrast I know. It may be that I’ve existed here only a week. It may be that I’ve been the denizen of the burning woods for decades…centuries…millennia…epochs. I have no sense of the passing time, and nobody else have I passed whilst walking here. I don’t know how long it’s been since I last ate, but that doesn’t bother me. Food is a luxury I rarely partake of.<br />
<br />
I sleep. Just like everything else, I sleep. I do not know why, for I do not grow tired. Sleep comes to me at seemingly irregular intervals, but it is never desired, never needed. I sleep, but I do not dream. In my sleep, there is only black. A constant void of light, and an absence of thought. Sleep only puts my mind at ease, if for but a moment in time.<br />
<br />
I always awake the same way. Alone. Not even the twilling song of a bird greets me, as my eyes flick open. At least, not until this time.<br />
<br />
Today, I wake to a pool of blood. I know, after a moment’s inspection, that it is not my blood. I look around and see a man lying at my feet, red wetness welling up from his neck. His manner of dress is not familiar. He does not wear the same ragged cloth on his legs as I do, and his shirt is not dirty with the grime of daily wear. He is dressed from head to toe in a colour I have no name for, but which is reminiscent of the shadows at the outskirts of the fire.<br />
There is a big stick laying next to him, about the same length as he himself. At the top of it is a clear rock that looks like it used to be round, but has been broken. A piece of it is sticking out of the man’s neck, where the blood is seeping from.<br />
<br />
I try to pull the rock from his neck, and hear a noise behind me.<br />
<br />
“Quack?”<br />
<br />
Instinctively, I grab the large stick and spin around, still on my knees, swinging as hard as I can. I missed.<br />
<br />
“Bazebodebatookyza WHAM!”<br />
<br />
Ok…maybe I didn’t miss. I seem to have knocked the capability of speech right out of the man before me. He doesn’t seem to mind.<br />
<br />
The odd man comes over and lifts the dead man up into a standing position. “Ba zebo,” he says, gesturing at how the man is standing. “De batooky.” His hands make a sign that seems to mean “explode,” then he points at the top of the stick. “Za WHAM!!!” he shouts, dropping the dead man back to the ground.<br />
<br />
“Who are you?” I ask inquisitively. All he does is point at himself and grin, like I am supposed to know what he is talking about.<br />
<br />
“Yes, I am talking to you. What is your name?” More pointing, thought it seems he is adamantly pointing as a piece of metal stuck to his shirt. It says PLATT.<br />
<br />
“Your name is Platt?”<br />
<br />
“Zelabotookysosomadopa QUACK!” This is said while he grabs my hand and starts shaking my arm to the point that I swear it will fall off. “Zo!” he says, and starts walking away, waving for me to follow. I am hesitant at first, but then a small fuzzy thing that resembles a bear comes chasing after me, riding on top of the largest rat I have seen in my life. The bear-thing is dressed the same as the crazy man, leading me to believe that they are somehow related, and compelling me to follow.<br />
<br />
Days pass, and fade into nights. At first, I simply wait for sleep to take me as it always has, but now never does. As light bleeds to dark after the second day, I fall off of my feet, face down in the grass, and dream. I see, in my night-sleep, images of things I should not know. I see the man in the flame-shadow dressings utter strange words in indescribable tongues. '' "Ven aqui, digame su nombre. Glado, ya voy una pie contigo ahora, y escucharlo a su historia. Si me gusto, posiblemente escriba para ti.''<br />
<br />
I cannot see to whom he speaks, and cannot infer any meaning from the words, but it seems so familiar. As though I had, in the past, seen or heard this exchange before. I know not how, I know not where, I know not when. Upon brief recollection, I believe I know why. I was meant to hear this, for these words are the reason I am. I exist solely because of this one-sided conversation. I am words incarnate, but I fear I may never know what I mean.<br />
<br />
I awake. I know that I awake only because I finally can see me, and because the strange man in bright colours is standing over me quacking at a bowl of soup. After two days, I still do not trust this man's cooking any farther than I can throw it, but I require its nutrients. A paradox, inexplicable, but I find that I cannot gather the strength to walk without partaking of the comestibles proffered by this Platt. I dare not, however, ask him what it is he is feeding me. Not that I would know what he said if he answered, but that non-withstanding.<br />
<br />
It is now the third march since awakening into this life, and I still don't know where he is leading me. I follow because I have no place to call mine own, now that I have been ripped from the womb of my burning forest. I follow because I do not know how to prepare sustenance in this land, I do not know if the local fauna is poisonous, and he provides my well-being, as it were. I can only hope that the walking is close to over. My feet are threatening mutiny if I go one more day without a week of reprieve.<br />
<br />
Mutinous though my feet have become, I trek on. The land has become less rolling, the flora and fauna more sporadic. There is a steady and constant breeze here, in the flat lands, and it is welcome. I can smell the salt of the seas from here, but I still don't know where "here" is. I wish with each passing footstep that I will find someone who speaks a tongue discernible to my humbled ears.<br />
<br />
I have learned the motions of hunting from watching the Platt and his rat-riding companion over the last several days. From what I have seen, if it has feet it can be consumed...though some of these animals simply look dangerous to eat. I have taken up the task of hunting, though Platt still is the cook. This time spent with flying sticks and sharpened rocks, chasing after airborne and land bound creatures alike, has a calming effect on my weakening mind. It gives me reprieve from the inane chatter at mindless syllables of the multi-coloured man. I fear that someday I may learn to understand his babbling ways.<br />
<br />
Morning comes, and evening passes. The days themselves are growing shorter, with the darkness cloaking the lands for extended times. It is colder at night, but the breeze from the sea makes it bearable. I have noticed, in the dark times, a shadow against the black, staying away from the firelight, and sleeping amongst the trees.<br />
<br />
For the first few days, this shadow of shadows bothered me none. I had thought it to be another of the colourful man’s tricks to keep away the wolves at night, though I still hear them baying in the distance. After about the fifth night, I pointed him out to the one called Platt. “I know you understand my words. Look there, into the woods. There is a shadow following us. Is it kin of yours?”<br />
<br />
Platt makes a show of marching up to the edge of the fire, as if he’s the most important person in the whole of creation, unable to be harmed by anyone or anything. This charade continues right up until a sound emits from the shadow.<br />
<br />
A deep, guttural “BOO!” bellows from the shadow’s proximity, and Platt screams in such a shrill manner that my ears alight in pain. He promptly runs behind me, shoving me toward the shadow and babbling incoherently, “Wazamstuflee ahkozeerum yum-yum grazabolunky ogreman bazomoostaky wahrakooza!”<br />
<br />
At this, a laugh emanates from the shadows, and out walks a giant of a man. He stands head and shoulders taller than I and is built like a tree, with long grey hair and tusk-like whiskers protruding from his chin. He seems to be harmless, at least outwardly, though the Platt-man is still cowering behind me in fear.<br />
<br />
“Platt, you damnable jester!! Come out from behind him and quit your whimpering. You know I’m not going to eat you,” he says, in a rumbling tone.<br />
<br />
It takes me a minute, but I realize that I understood him. This man does not speak the jumbled mix of syllables that my companion utters. “Who…what…where am I?” I finally stutter.<br />
<br />
Seemingly amused, the talking tree of a man grins at me. “I am [[Ogre M Greybeard|Ogre]]. I’ve been wondering why you have been following that,” he says, pointing at Platt. “I can understand now, since you don’t know where you are, why you keep walking in circles with him. You are on the border of the land called DragonFen. It would be wise of you to speak to the ruler of the Granite Tower, but I would advise against following the jester there. He’s something of a criminal in those lands.”<br />
<br />
At that, the Ogre simply started walking. Platt stuck his thumbs in his ears, the other fingers splayed, and made a buzzing sound with his tongue, then stormed off to the campfire to finish burning his dinner.<br />
<br />
It only took a moment of contemplation for me to decide that I’d rather travel with someone whom I could understand and speak to before running off after the Ogre.<br />
<br />
"Is your name Ogre, or something other? I fear that the words that the....jester?...spoke made less sense to me than liquid rope," I say, after an hour of silent walking. My thoughts have walked ruts in my mind, trying to sort out all of the questions that I wish to ask this man.<br />
<br />
He doesn't seem to register that I have spoken to him, at least not for the first few heartbeats. Then, with a slight turn of his head, he speaks. "Ogre is."<br />
<br />
"'Ogre is?' Ogre is what?" I am mildly befuddled at this response. It makes sense, yet it doesn't.<br />
<br />
"No. Just 'Ogre is.' Nothing more. My name is Ogre, because some, like your jester, think I am an ogre. Therefore, 'Ogre is.'"<br />
<br />
Ah. I see now. I think. Now to parse out my other questions for this lumbering giant before me. Do I ask him what this Dragon's Fin is that he wants me to go to is? Do I ask him if he is himself going there now, and if so, why?<br />
<br />
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
An hour or two go by, and the scenery changes. No more am I walking in a forest, nor am I passing by that moss covered boulder that started to look familiar the third or fourth time Platt broke camp next to it. I still haven't sorted out my questions for the Ogre yet, and he doesn't seem to have any interest in speaking. At least, he has not asked me yet why I am following him, nor told me to bugger off. Come to think of it, he hasn't said a word, even to himself, since the latest rendition of "Ogre is" was explained to me.<br />
<br />
Still, in the dark of night, I ask the Ogre my first in what will hopefully be a series of questions. "Do you plan on making camp? Daylight is best to travel if at night you can rest."<br />
<br />
At this, the Ogre paused, looked down at me, began stroking his whiskers, and said, "If ye can dig up something to eat, I'll allow you to camp here with me. I'll start a fire over next to that tree," he said, pointing a dozen yards ahead, "and give ye one hour to come up with a meal." He then wandered off, I assume to get the workings of some tinder and firewood. I decide, with a gentle nudge from my innards, to follow suit and snare some food. It doesn't take long before I have two rabbits and a small feathered animal of a sort I've never seen before, and get back to the appointed campsite, eager to find out where I am and where I'm going.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Requiem&diff=4798
Requiem
2013-10-14T14:48:59Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Noted Favors, Awards, and Misc */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:rogue.jpg|frame|left|Requiem]]<br />
{| style="height:200px" border="0"<br />
|-<br />
|'''Name:'''<br />
|'''Requiem'''<br />
|-<br />
|'''Location:'''<br />
|[[The Crimson Storm]]<br />
|-<br />
|'''Rank:'''<br />
|[[Cleric | Morale Officer]] (Cleric)<br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Noted Favors, Awards, and Misc ==<br />
''As a Step N Fetch''<br />
<br />
*Inducted EOFP 2008<br />
**Sponsored by [[Hawk|Traveler Hawk]], captain of [[The Raging Saint Mae]]<br />
**Step N Fetch Name: Cabana Boy<br />
*Graduated EOFP 2009<br />
<br />
''In Service of the Crimson Storm'' (August 2009 - August 2013)<br />
<br />
*Winner: Pirate Trivia (Picnic and Games, Spring 2013)<br><br />
*Winner: Treasure Hunt (Faire Season 2013)<br />
<br />
''In Service of The Andromeda'' (August 2013 - present day)<br />
<br />
''Personal Awards, Achievements and Acolades'' (August 2006 - present day)<br />
*Black on Yellow Skull and Crossbones "Rising" token, awarded by [[Full Moon|Captain Moon]], Faire 2006<br />
*Granted Guest of Rogue status August 2006<br />
*Awarded "Outstanding Effort - Behind the Scenes" award from [[Captain Morgan]], EOFP 2012<br />
<br />
''Miscellaneous''<br />
*Inducted into the Church of the Dirty Virgin by Father Gooey, August 2009<br />
*Promoted to [[Cleric|Morale Officer]] of the [[Crimson Storm]], October 2009<br />
*Became Padre of the Church of the Dirty Virgin, January 2013<br />
*Promoted to [[First Mate|Darkstar's Bitch]] of [[The Andromeda]], August 2013<br />
<br />
== Biography==<br />
''This is a work in progress. Once this italicized note is removed, the story here will be complete.''<br />
<br />
Fire. All around me is fire. The sky bleeds red as the flames lick off of the treetops and singe the rolling clouds. Yet this is all familiar. I live amidst this fire, but there is no heat. The fire burns continuously, but it does not truly ''burn.'' I don’t know how long I’ve lived here, as there is always light from the sky. Firelight and flickering shadows, the only contrast I know. It may be that I’ve existed here only a week. It may be that I’ve been the denizen of the burning woods for decades…centuries…millennia…epochs. I have no sense of the passing time, and nobody else have I passed whilst walking here. I don’t know how long it’s been since I last ate, but that doesn’t bother me. Food is a luxury I rarely partake of.<br />
<br />
I sleep. Just like everything else, I sleep. I do not know why, for I do not grow tired. Sleep comes to me at seemingly irregular intervals, but it is never desired, never needed. I sleep, but I do not dream. In my sleep, there is only black. A constant void of light, and an absence of thought. Sleep only puts my mind at ease, if for but a moment in time.<br />
<br />
I always awake the same way. Alone. Not even the twilling song of a bird greets me, as my eyes flick open. At least, not until this time.<br />
<br />
Today, I wake to a pool of blood. I know, after a moment’s inspection, that it is not my blood. I look around and see a man lying at my feet, red wetness welling up from his neck. His manner of dress is not familiar. He does not wear the same ragged cloth on his legs as I do, and his shirt is not dirty with the grime of daily wear. He is dressed from head to toe in a colour I have no name for, but which is reminiscent of the shadows at the outskirts of the fire.<br />
There is a big stick laying next to him, about the same length as he himself. At the top of it is a clear rock that looks like it used to be round, but has been broken. A piece of it is sticking out of the man’s neck, where the blood is seeping from.<br />
<br />
I try to pull the rock from his neck, and hear a noise behind me.<br />
<br />
“Quack?”<br />
<br />
Instinctively, I grab the large stick and spin around, still on my knees, swinging as hard as I can. I missed.<br />
<br />
“Bazebodebatookyza WHAM!”<br />
<br />
Ok…maybe I didn’t miss. I seem to have knocked the capability of speech right out of the man before me. He doesn’t seem to mind.<br />
<br />
The odd man comes over and lifts the dead man up into a standing position. “Ba zebo,” he says, gesturing at how the man is standing. “De batooky.” His hands make a sign that seems to mean “explode,” then he points at the top of the stick. “Za WHAM!!!” he shouts, dropping the dead man back to the ground.<br />
<br />
“Who are you?” I ask inquisitively. All he does is point at himself and grin, like I am supposed to know what he is talking about.<br />
<br />
“Yes, I am talking to you. What is your name?” More pointing, thought it seems he is adamantly pointing as a piece of metal stuck to his shirt. It says PLATT.<br />
<br />
“Your name is Platt?”<br />
<br />
“Zelabotookysosomadopa QUACK!” This is said while he grabs my hand and starts shaking my arm to the point that I swear it will fall off. “Zo!” he says, and starts walking away, waving for me to follow. I am hesitant at first, but then a small fuzzy thing that resembles a bear comes chasing after me, riding on top of the largest rat I have seen in my life. The bear-thing is dressed the same as the crazy man, leading me to believe that they are somehow related, and compelling me to follow.<br />
<br />
Days pass, and fade into nights. At first, I simply wait for sleep to take me as it always has, but now never does. As light bleeds to dark after the second day, I fall off of my feet, face down in the grass, and dream. I see, in my night-sleep, images of things I should not know. I see the man in the flame-shadow dressings utter strange words in indescribable tongues. '' "Ven aqui, digame su nombre. Glado, ya voy una pie contigo ahora, y escucharlo a su historia. Si me gusto, posiblemente escriba para ti.''<br />
<br />
I cannot see to whom he speaks, and cannot infer any meaning from the words, but it seems so familiar. As though I had, in the past, seen or heard this exchange before. I know not how, I know not where, I know not when. Upon brief recollection, I believe I know why. I was meant to hear this, for these words are the reason I am. I exist solely because of this one-sided conversation. I am words incarnate, but I fear I may never know what I mean.<br />
<br />
I awake. I know that I awake only because I finally can see me, and because the strange man in bright colours is standing over me quacking at a bowl of soup. After two days, I still do not trust this man's cooking any farther than I can throw it, but I require its nutrients. A paradox, inexplicable, but I find that I cannot gather the strength to walk without partaking of the comestibles proffered by this Platt. I dare not, however, ask him what it is he is feeding me. Not that I would know what he said if he answered, but that non-withstanding.<br />
<br />
It is now the third march since awakening into this life, and I still don't know where he is leading me. I follow because I have no place to call mine own, now that I have been ripped from the womb of my burning forest. I follow because I do not know how to prepare sustenance in this land, I do not know if the local fauna is poisonous, and he provides my well-being, as it were. I can only hope that the walking is close to over. My feet are threatening mutiny if I go one more day without a week of reprieve.<br />
<br />
Mutinous though my feet have become, I trek on. The land has become less rolling, the flora and fauna more sporadic. There is a steady and constant breeze here, in the flat lands, and it is welcome. I can smell the salt of the seas from here, but I still don't know where "here" is. I wish with each passing footstep that I will find someone who speaks a tongue discernible to my humbled ears.<br />
<br />
I have learned the motions of hunting from watching the Platt and his rat-riding companion over the last several days. From what I have seen, if it has feet it can be consumed...though some of these animals simply look dangerous to eat. I have taken up the task of hunting, though Platt still is the cook. This time spent with flying sticks and sharpened rocks, chasing after airborne and land bound creatures alike, has a calming effect on my weakening mind. It gives me reprieve from the inane chatter at mindless syllables of the multi-coloured man. I fear that someday I may learn to understand his babbling ways.<br />
<br />
Morning comes, and evening passes. The days themselves are growing shorter, with the darkness cloaking the lands for extended times. It is colder at night, but the breeze from the sea makes it bearable. I have noticed, in the dark times, a shadow against the black, staying away from the firelight, and sleeping amongst the trees.<br />
<br />
For the first few days, this shadow of shadows bothered me none. I had thought it to be another of the colourful man’s tricks to keep away the wolves at night, though I still hear them baying in the distance. After about the fifth night, I pointed him out to the one called Platt. “I know you understand my words. Look there, into the woods. There is a shadow following us. Is it kin of yours?”<br />
<br />
Platt makes a show of marching up to the edge of the fire, as if he’s the most important person in the whole of creation, unable to be harmed by anyone or anything. This charade continues right up until a sound emits from the shadow.<br />
<br />
A deep, guttural “BOO!” bellows from the shadow’s proximity, and Platt screams in such a shrill manner that my ears alight in pain. He promptly runs behind me, shoving me toward the shadow and babbling incoherently, “Wazamstuflee ahkozeerum yum-yum grazabolunky ogreman bazomoostaky wahrakooza!”<br />
<br />
At this, a laugh emanates from the shadows, and out walks a giant of a man. He stands head and shoulders taller than I and is built like a tree, with long grey hair and tusk-like whiskers protruding from his chin. He seems to be harmless, at least outwardly, though the Platt-man is still cowering behind me in fear.<br />
<br />
“Platt, you damnable jester!! Come out from behind him and quit your whimpering. You know I’m not going to eat you,” he says, in a rumbling tone.<br />
<br />
It takes me a minute, but I realize that I understood him. This man does not speak the jumbled mix of syllables that my companion utters. “Who…what…where am I?” I finally stutter.<br />
<br />
Seemingly amused, the talking tree of a man grins at me. “I am [[Ogre M Greybeard|Ogre]]. I’ve been wondering why you have been following that,” he says, pointing at Platt. “I can understand now, since you don’t know where you are, why you keep walking in circles with him. You are on the border of the land called DragonFen. It would be wise of you to speak to the ruler of the Granite Tower, but I would advise against following the jester there. He’s something of a criminal in those lands.”<br />
<br />
At that, the Ogre simply started walking. Platt stuck his thumbs in his ears, the other fingers splayed, and made a buzzing sound with his tongue, then stormed off to the campfire to finish burning his dinner.<br />
<br />
It only took a moment of contemplation for me to decide that I’d rather travel with someone whom I could understand and speak to before running off after the Ogre.<br />
<br />
"Is your name Ogre, or something other? I fear that the words that the....jester?...spoke made less sense to me than liquid rope," I say, after an hour of silent walking. My thoughts have walked ruts in my mind, trying to sort out all of the questions that I wish to ask this man.<br />
<br />
He doesn't seem to register that I have spoken to him, at least not for the first few heartbeats. Then, with a slight turn of his head, he speaks. "Ogre is."<br />
<br />
"'Ogre is?' Ogre is what?" I am mildly befuddled at this response. It makes sense, yet it doesn't.<br />
<br />
"No. Just 'Ogre is.' Nothing more. My name is Ogre, because some, like your jester, think I am an ogre. Therefore, 'Ogre is.'"<br />
<br />
Ah. I see now. I think. Now to parse out my other questions for this lumbering giant before me. Do I ask him what this Dragon's Fin is that he wants me to go to is? Do I ask him if he is himself going there now, and if so, why?<br />
<br />
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
An hour or two go by, and the scenery changes. No more am I walking in a forest, nor am I passing by that moss covered boulder that started to look familiar the third or fourth time Platt broke camp next to it. I still haven't sorted out my questions for the Ogre yet, and he doesn't seem to have any interest in speaking. At least, he has not asked me yet why I am following him, nor told me to bugger off. Come to think of it, he hasn't said a word, even to himself, since the latest rendition of "Ogre is" was explained to me.<br />
<br />
Still, in the dark of night, I ask the Ogre my first in what will hopefully be a series of questions. "Do you plan on making camp? Daylight is best to travel if at night you can rest."<br />
<br />
At this, the Ogre paused, looked down at me, began stroking his whiskers, and said, "If ye can dig up something to eat, I'll allow you to camp here with me. I'll start a fire over next to that tree," he said, pointing a dozen yards ahead, "and give ye one hour to come up with a meal." He then wandered off, I assume to get the workings of some tinder and firewood. I decide, with a gentle nudge from my innards, to follow suit and snare some food. It doesn't take long before I have two rabbits and a small feathered animal of a sort I've never seen before, and get back to the appointed campsite, eager to find out where I am and where I'm going.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Requiem&diff=4797
Requiem
2013-10-14T14:46:16Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Noted Favors, Awards, and Misc */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:rogue.jpg|frame|left|Requiem]]<br />
{| style="height:200px" border="0"<br />
|-<br />
|'''Name:'''<br />
|'''Requiem'''<br />
|-<br />
|'''Location:'''<br />
|[[The Crimson Storm]]<br />
|-<br />
|'''Rank:'''<br />
|[[Cleric | Morale Officer]] (Cleric)<br />
|}<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
==Noted Favors, Awards, and Misc ==<br />
''As a Step N Fetch''<br />
<br />
*Inducted EOFP 2008<br />
**Sponsored by [[Hawk|Traveler Hawk]], captain of [[The Raging Saint Mae]]<br />
**Step N Fetch Name: Cabana Boy<br />
*Graduated EOFP 2009<br />
<br />
''In Service of the Crimson Storm'' (August 2009 - August 2013)<br />
<br />
*Winner: Pirate Trivia (Picnic and Games, Spring 2013)<br><br />
*Winner: Treasure Hunt (Faire Season 2013)<br />
<br />
''In Service of The Andromeda'' (August 2013 - present day)<br />
<br />
''Personal Awards, Achievements and Acolades'' (August 2006 - present day)<br />
*Black on Yellow Skull and Crossbones "Rising" token, awarded by [[Full Moon|Captain Moon]], Faire 2006<br />
*Granted Guest of Rogue status August 2006<br />
*Awarded "Outstanding Effort - Behind the Scenes" award from [[Captain Morgan]], EOFP 2012<br />
<br />
''Miscellaneous''<br />
*Inducted into the Church of the Dirty Virgin by Father Gooey, August 2009<br />
*Became Padre of the Church of the Dirty Virgin, January 2013<br />
<br />
== Biography==<br />
''This is a work in progress. Once this italicized note is removed, the story here will be complete.''<br />
<br />
Fire. All around me is fire. The sky bleeds red as the flames lick off of the treetops and singe the rolling clouds. Yet this is all familiar. I live amidst this fire, but there is no heat. The fire burns continuously, but it does not truly ''burn.'' I don’t know how long I’ve lived here, as there is always light from the sky. Firelight and flickering shadows, the only contrast I know. It may be that I’ve existed here only a week. It may be that I’ve been the denizen of the burning woods for decades…centuries…millennia…epochs. I have no sense of the passing time, and nobody else have I passed whilst walking here. I don’t know how long it’s been since I last ate, but that doesn’t bother me. Food is a luxury I rarely partake of.<br />
<br />
I sleep. Just like everything else, I sleep. I do not know why, for I do not grow tired. Sleep comes to me at seemingly irregular intervals, but it is never desired, never needed. I sleep, but I do not dream. In my sleep, there is only black. A constant void of light, and an absence of thought. Sleep only puts my mind at ease, if for but a moment in time.<br />
<br />
I always awake the same way. Alone. Not even the twilling song of a bird greets me, as my eyes flick open. At least, not until this time.<br />
<br />
Today, I wake to a pool of blood. I know, after a moment’s inspection, that it is not my blood. I look around and see a man lying at my feet, red wetness welling up from his neck. His manner of dress is not familiar. He does not wear the same ragged cloth on his legs as I do, and his shirt is not dirty with the grime of daily wear. He is dressed from head to toe in a colour I have no name for, but which is reminiscent of the shadows at the outskirts of the fire.<br />
There is a big stick laying next to him, about the same length as he himself. At the top of it is a clear rock that looks like it used to be round, but has been broken. A piece of it is sticking out of the man’s neck, where the blood is seeping from.<br />
<br />
I try to pull the rock from his neck, and hear a noise behind me.<br />
<br />
“Quack?”<br />
<br />
Instinctively, I grab the large stick and spin around, still on my knees, swinging as hard as I can. I missed.<br />
<br />
“Bazebodebatookyza WHAM!”<br />
<br />
Ok…maybe I didn’t miss. I seem to have knocked the capability of speech right out of the man before me. He doesn’t seem to mind.<br />
<br />
The odd man comes over and lifts the dead man up into a standing position. “Ba zebo,” he says, gesturing at how the man is standing. “De batooky.” His hands make a sign that seems to mean “explode,” then he points at the top of the stick. “Za WHAM!!!” he shouts, dropping the dead man back to the ground.<br />
<br />
“Who are you?” I ask inquisitively. All he does is point at himself and grin, like I am supposed to know what he is talking about.<br />
<br />
“Yes, I am talking to you. What is your name?” More pointing, thought it seems he is adamantly pointing as a piece of metal stuck to his shirt. It says PLATT.<br />
<br />
“Your name is Platt?”<br />
<br />
“Zelabotookysosomadopa QUACK!” This is said while he grabs my hand and starts shaking my arm to the point that I swear it will fall off. “Zo!” he says, and starts walking away, waving for me to follow. I am hesitant at first, but then a small fuzzy thing that resembles a bear comes chasing after me, riding on top of the largest rat I have seen in my life. The bear-thing is dressed the same as the crazy man, leading me to believe that they are somehow related, and compelling me to follow.<br />
<br />
Days pass, and fade into nights. At first, I simply wait for sleep to take me as it always has, but now never does. As light bleeds to dark after the second day, I fall off of my feet, face down in the grass, and dream. I see, in my night-sleep, images of things I should not know. I see the man in the flame-shadow dressings utter strange words in indescribable tongues. '' "Ven aqui, digame su nombre. Glado, ya voy una pie contigo ahora, y escucharlo a su historia. Si me gusto, posiblemente escriba para ti.''<br />
<br />
I cannot see to whom he speaks, and cannot infer any meaning from the words, but it seems so familiar. As though I had, in the past, seen or heard this exchange before. I know not how, I know not where, I know not when. Upon brief recollection, I believe I know why. I was meant to hear this, for these words are the reason I am. I exist solely because of this one-sided conversation. I am words incarnate, but I fear I may never know what I mean.<br />
<br />
I awake. I know that I awake only because I finally can see me, and because the strange man in bright colours is standing over me quacking at a bowl of soup. After two days, I still do not trust this man's cooking any farther than I can throw it, but I require its nutrients. A paradox, inexplicable, but I find that I cannot gather the strength to walk without partaking of the comestibles proffered by this Platt. I dare not, however, ask him what it is he is feeding me. Not that I would know what he said if he answered, but that non-withstanding.<br />
<br />
It is now the third march since awakening into this life, and I still don't know where he is leading me. I follow because I have no place to call mine own, now that I have been ripped from the womb of my burning forest. I follow because I do not know how to prepare sustenance in this land, I do not know if the local fauna is poisonous, and he provides my well-being, as it were. I can only hope that the walking is close to over. My feet are threatening mutiny if I go one more day without a week of reprieve.<br />
<br />
Mutinous though my feet have become, I trek on. The land has become less rolling, the flora and fauna more sporadic. There is a steady and constant breeze here, in the flat lands, and it is welcome. I can smell the salt of the seas from here, but I still don't know where "here" is. I wish with each passing footstep that I will find someone who speaks a tongue discernible to my humbled ears.<br />
<br />
I have learned the motions of hunting from watching the Platt and his rat-riding companion over the last several days. From what I have seen, if it has feet it can be consumed...though some of these animals simply look dangerous to eat. I have taken up the task of hunting, though Platt still is the cook. This time spent with flying sticks and sharpened rocks, chasing after airborne and land bound creatures alike, has a calming effect on my weakening mind. It gives me reprieve from the inane chatter at mindless syllables of the multi-coloured man. I fear that someday I may learn to understand his babbling ways.<br />
<br />
Morning comes, and evening passes. The days themselves are growing shorter, with the darkness cloaking the lands for extended times. It is colder at night, but the breeze from the sea makes it bearable. I have noticed, in the dark times, a shadow against the black, staying away from the firelight, and sleeping amongst the trees.<br />
<br />
For the first few days, this shadow of shadows bothered me none. I had thought it to be another of the colourful man’s tricks to keep away the wolves at night, though I still hear them baying in the distance. After about the fifth night, I pointed him out to the one called Platt. “I know you understand my words. Look there, into the woods. There is a shadow following us. Is it kin of yours?”<br />
<br />
Platt makes a show of marching up to the edge of the fire, as if he’s the most important person in the whole of creation, unable to be harmed by anyone or anything. This charade continues right up until a sound emits from the shadow.<br />
<br />
A deep, guttural “BOO!” bellows from the shadow’s proximity, and Platt screams in such a shrill manner that my ears alight in pain. He promptly runs behind me, shoving me toward the shadow and babbling incoherently, “Wazamstuflee ahkozeerum yum-yum grazabolunky ogreman bazomoostaky wahrakooza!”<br />
<br />
At this, a laugh emanates from the shadows, and out walks a giant of a man. He stands head and shoulders taller than I and is built like a tree, with long grey hair and tusk-like whiskers protruding from his chin. He seems to be harmless, at least outwardly, though the Platt-man is still cowering behind me in fear.<br />
<br />
“Platt, you damnable jester!! Come out from behind him and quit your whimpering. You know I’m not going to eat you,” he says, in a rumbling tone.<br />
<br />
It takes me a minute, but I realize that I understood him. This man does not speak the jumbled mix of syllables that my companion utters. “Who…what…where am I?” I finally stutter.<br />
<br />
Seemingly amused, the talking tree of a man grins at me. “I am [[Ogre M Greybeard|Ogre]]. I’ve been wondering why you have been following that,” he says, pointing at Platt. “I can understand now, since you don’t know where you are, why you keep walking in circles with him. You are on the border of the land called DragonFen. It would be wise of you to speak to the ruler of the Granite Tower, but I would advise against following the jester there. He’s something of a criminal in those lands.”<br />
<br />
At that, the Ogre simply started walking. Platt stuck his thumbs in his ears, the other fingers splayed, and made a buzzing sound with his tongue, then stormed off to the campfire to finish burning his dinner.<br />
<br />
It only took a moment of contemplation for me to decide that I’d rather travel with someone whom I could understand and speak to before running off after the Ogre.<br />
<br />
"Is your name Ogre, or something other? I fear that the words that the....jester?...spoke made less sense to me than liquid rope," I say, after an hour of silent walking. My thoughts have walked ruts in my mind, trying to sort out all of the questions that I wish to ask this man.<br />
<br />
He doesn't seem to register that I have spoken to him, at least not for the first few heartbeats. Then, with a slight turn of his head, he speaks. "Ogre is."<br />
<br />
"'Ogre is?' Ogre is what?" I am mildly befuddled at this response. It makes sense, yet it doesn't.<br />
<br />
"No. Just 'Ogre is.' Nothing more. My name is Ogre, because some, like your jester, think I am an ogre. Therefore, 'Ogre is.'"<br />
<br />
Ah. I see now. I think. Now to parse out my other questions for this lumbering giant before me. Do I ask him what this Dragon's Fin is that he wants me to go to is? Do I ask him if he is himself going there now, and if so, why?<br />
<br />
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
An hour or two go by, and the scenery changes. No more am I walking in a forest, nor am I passing by that moss covered boulder that started to look familiar the third or fourth time Platt broke camp next to it. I still haven't sorted out my questions for the Ogre yet, and he doesn't seem to have any interest in speaking. At least, he has not asked me yet why I am following him, nor told me to bugger off. Come to think of it, he hasn't said a word, even to himself, since the latest rendition of "Ogre is" was explained to me.<br />
<br />
Still, in the dark of night, I ask the Ogre my first in what will hopefully be a series of questions. "Do you plan on making camp? Daylight is best to travel if at night you can rest."<br />
<br />
At this, the Ogre paused, looked down at me, began stroking his whiskers, and said, "If ye can dig up something to eat, I'll allow you to camp here with me. I'll start a fire over next to that tree," he said, pointing a dozen yards ahead, "and give ye one hour to come up with a meal." He then wandered off, I assume to get the workings of some tinder and firewood. I decide, with a gentle nudge from my innards, to follow suit and snare some food. It doesn't take long before I have two rabbits and a small feathered animal of a sort I've never seen before, and get back to the appointed campsite, eager to find out where I am and where I'm going.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Andromeda&diff=4756
The Andromeda
2013-09-23T23:11:00Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Current Roster - (14) */</p>
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<div>[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Andromeda concentrates on Fleet support and participation, with a strong family bond.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - Warship's Harvest<br />
<br />
'''Ship Shot''' - The Final Word<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - forthcoming<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (15)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Bosun]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Quarter Gunner]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Sergeant at Arms]]<br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigger]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
[[Katja Slovenovic]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[TK]] - [[Crew]] <br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
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<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
The past lives in our hearts, we keep the future in our eyes.<br />
<br />
This will grow quickly.<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
forthcoming</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Nautilus&diff=4755
The Nautilus
2013-09-23T23:09:35Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Current Roster - (11) */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - <br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - Salacia<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - <br><br />
Here's to King Neptune,<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ruler of the Sea.<br><br />
To the Nautilus and Her crew,<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I drink to thee.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Aquamarine and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (11)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br />
<br />
[[Daphne TartNSweet]] - [[Captain]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006, Aug 2008.''<br><br />
[[Zatara]] - [[First Mate]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Jun 1986. Ship Service: Jun 2004.''<br><br />
[[Lady Warbrooke]] - [[Quartermaster]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2012]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: Dec 2010.''<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Officers'''<br />
<br />
[[Strings]] - [[Ship's Bard]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.''<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br />
<br />
[[Yeyo]] - [[Senior Crew]][[Image:Tadpole2.png|middle|Neptunalia Challenge EOFP 2012]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2011.''<br><br />
[[Hunyadi Kelatna]] - [[Sergeant-at-Arms]] [[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2008. Ship Service: Aug 2008.''<br><br />
[[Kamaria Winda]] - [[Chronicler]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.''<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br />
<br />
[[Amanda]] - [[Bard]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007.''<br><br />
[[Sheerluck]] - [[Gunner]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006.''<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.''<br><br />
[[Will the Rat]] - [[Brewer]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Jun 2004.''<br><br />
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<br />
'''Honorary Crew'''<br />
<br />
[[Little Bit Morgan]] - [[Honorary Crew]]<br><br />
[[New Moon]] - [[Honorary Crew]]<br><br />
[[Hunter Moon]] - [[Cabin Baby]]<br><br />
[[Blue Moon]] - [[Baby Bard]]<br><br />
Zoey - [[Cabin Baby]]<br><br />
<br />
==Nautilus/Rising Alumni==<br />
<br />
'''Retired Crew'''<br><br />
[[Captain Ohm]] - [[Captain]], Retired[[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]][[Image:Shellback.png|middle|Shellback EOFP 2011]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since June 2004. Retired: Aug 2012. Ship Service: June 2004 - Aug 2012.''<br><br />
[[Full Moon]] - [[Captain]], Retired<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since June 1992. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.''<br><br />
[[Ethereal]] - [[Ship's Cleric]], Retired<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 1998. Retired: Aug 2008. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2008.''<br><br />
[[Captain Griffin]] - [[Captain]], Retired ([[Southern Cross]]). Last Rank: [[Historian]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 1988. Retired: Aug 2009. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2009.''<br><br />
<br />
'''Former Crew'''<br><br />
[[Gogh]] -Last Rank [[Deckhand]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010.''<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - Last Rank [[Mate of the Watch]] <br />
<br />
[[Morwen]] - [[Ship's Cleric]] <br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010 - Sep 2012.''<br><br />
[[Pirotess]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]] <br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2009 - Aug 2012.''<br><br />
[[Calypso]] - Last Rank: [[Sailmaker]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006- Aug 2012.''<br><br />
[[Markos Desya]] - Last Rank: Crew<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Apr 2012- Jun 2012.''<br><br />
[[DD]] - Last Rank: [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2012.''<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2009. Ship Service: Aug 2010-May 2012.''<br><br />
[[Rusty Bastard]] - Last Rank: [[Bosun]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2010. Ship Service: Aug 2010- May 2012.''<br><br />
[[Bubbles]] - Last Rank: Deckhand<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Feb 2012.''<br><br />
[[Lilith]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-Nov 2009.''<br><br />
[[Kim]] - Last Rank: [[Gunner]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.''<br><br />
[[JJ]] - Last Rank: [[Cook]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: 2002-Nov 2009.''<br><br />
[[Wraith]] - Last Rank: [[Master Gunner]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2003. Ship Service: Aug 2003-July 2009.''<br><br />
[[Ash|Crabby McPurdy]] [[Image:Star.png|middle|Captains Award of Excellence]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.''<br><br />
[[Sasha]] - Last Rank: [[Bard]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2006. Ship Service: Aug 2006-July 2009.''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - Last Rank: [[Crew]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2007. Ship Service: Aug 2007-May 2009.''<br><br />
[[Jettie|Lady Noir]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since July 2002. Ship Service: July 2005-Oct 2005 & June 2007-July 2008.''<br><br />
[[Ogre Greybeard]] - Last Rank: [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2004. Ship Service: Aug 2004-Mar 2008.''<br><br />
[[Merlot]] - Last Rank: [[Scribe]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.''<br><br />
[[Kika]] - Last Rank: [[Lookout]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since Aug 2005. Ship Service: Aug 2005-Aug 2006.''<br><br />
[[Boutz|Buotz]] - Last Rank: [[Navigator]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since July 1999. Ship Service: July 2002-Aug 2006.''<br><br />
[[Captain Zetsumei|Sachiko]] - Last Rank: [[First Mate]]<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-Aug 2006.''<br><br />
[[Switch]] - Last Rank: ??<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-June 2006.''<br><br />
[[Kenko]] - Last Rank: ??<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.''<br><br />
[[Dirty Little Irish]] - Last Rank: ??<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Rogue since ??. Ship Service: ??-??.''<br><br />
<br><br />
<br />
==Ship Awards==<br />
<br />
'''2012 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2011 Rogue Picnic and Games (5 events)'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Captain's Challenge<br><br />
- 2nd Place 3-Legged Sprint<br><br />
- 3rd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2011 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''<br />
<br />
- 4th Place People's Choice<br><br />
<br />
'''2010 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''<br />
<br />
- 3rd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2010 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''<br />
<br />
- 2nd Place Men's Arm Wrestling<br><br />
- 3rd Place Tug-of-War<br><br />
- 4th Place Women's Arm Wrestling<br><br />
- 4th Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2010 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''<br />
<br />
- 2nd Place Best Presentation<br><br />
- 4th Place Best Chili<br><br />
- 2nd Place People's Choice<br><br />
<br />
'''2009/10 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''<br />
<br />
- 3rd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2009 Rogue Picnic and Games (9 events)'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Dodgeball<br><br />
- 2nd Place Keg Toss<br><br />
- 2nd Place Golden Apple Bob<br><br />
<br />
'''2009 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''<br />
<br />
- 2nd Place Best Presentation<br><br />
<br />
'''2008 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''<br />
<br />
- 2nd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2008 EOFP'''<br />
<br />
- Rummy for Ship Excellence (Leukemia Benefit 2007)<br><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;''Thanks especially to [[Captain]] [[Full Moon]], [[DD]] and [[Ogre]].''<br />
<br />
'''2008 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Arm Wrestling<br><br />
- 1st Place Frisbee Toss<br><br />
- 1st Place Wheelbarrow Race<br><br />
- 1st Place Tug-of-War<br><br />
- 2nd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2008 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''<br />
<br />
- 2nd Place Best Presentation<br><br />
- 2nd Place Hottest/Full Flavored<br><br />
- 2nd Place People's Choice<br><br />
<br />
'''2007 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Treasure Hunt<br><br />
- 2nd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2007 Rogue Picnic and Games (8 events)'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Arm Wrestling<br><br />
- 2nd Place Charades<br><br />
- 4th Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2007 Rogue Chili Cook-Off'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Hottest/Full Flavored<br><br />
<br />
'''2006 Rogue Treasure Hunt'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Treasure Hunt<br><br />
- 2nd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
'''2006 Rogue Picnic and Games (7 events)'''<br />
<br />
- 1st Place Arm Wrestling<br><br />
- 2nd Place Frisbee Toss<br><br />
- 2nd Place Water Balloon Toss<br><br />
- 2nd Place Tug-of-War<br><br />
- 2nd Place Overall<br><br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
We've always had a strong crew, with an undying common love for the sea, our ship, her Captain and her crew. We served loyally for years under our beloved Captain Moon, and rarely was a ship known that was stronger. The ''Rising'', as with all the ships in the Fleet, was no ordinary ship. She possessed an independent spirit -- some might even say a soul. This soul grew up knowing the love of her crew, but most of all the love and care of her first Captain. But after many early successes at piracy and a long period of rest at anchor in the Harbour, the time eventually came for Captain Moon to retire and her First Mate Lorrance Ohm to take over as her new Captain.<br />
<br />
Captain Ohm was a strong leader and the crew was as happy and content as we've ever been. But we were eager to return to the open sea. Captain Ohm shared this desire, and ordered the crew to prepare for a short 3-day sail to test the ''Rising's'' seaworthiness before committing her to longer voyages throughout the Caribbean.<br />
<br />
Four weeks later, on a bright mid-summer morning, we raised anchor and sailed out of the Harbour for our trip around ''Eilean er Coayl Grayse'', pleased to once again see it from the sea. But the sight was short-lived. I'd forgotten just how much of the island was masked by that ring of impenetrable fog, and we soon sailed through the veil. Vast swaths of the shoreline were absolutely invisible, even through our best spyglass, and even though we knew it was there. The surrealism of the place made it no challenge to imagine that the supposed curse about the island was true -- that no one could find this place unless they'd already been here.<br />
<br />
It didn't take long for Captain Ohm to sense that the ship wasn't responding to her home upon the sea as she once had. She was oft slow to respond to adjustments in both rigging and in helm. It was as if her soul didn't want to leave the Harbour or distance herself too far from her first Captain. By the second day, we found ourselves in treacherous waters along the south side of the island. Despite our best efforts and long-tested skills, we could not keep her heading straight and true. The good Captain came to worry that to take her through the rocky passages ahead would only end in disaster. And so it came to pass that Captain Ohm called for the ''Rising'' to reverse course and return immediately back to the Harbour. Though we were disappointed, all of the crew understood the need.<br />
<br />
Immediately upon her return to the Harbour, Captain Ohm ordered that the ''Rising'' be careened for repairs, as it was evident to him that she was not seaworthy in her current condition. New masts, new rudder, new sails and rigging, fresh pitch and paint throughout, barnacles scraped, and new cannon installed. We were running low on the plunder in our hold and must set sail again soon if we were to continue to live in the style to which we'd grown accustomed. Each member of the crew understood the repairs needed would take time, strength and patience, but we were looking forward to a rejuvenated ship, Captain and crew. Per Captain's orders, we would have the work done before Christmas when he would rejoin us after some much needed quiet time by himself for reflection and focus in preparing for our next stage of life aboard the ''Rising''. In his absence, First Mate Daphne Tart'n'Sweet was in charge of the crew and the repairs.<br />
<br />
We did not see our Captain again for 40 days. When he returned, he seemed "different" somehow, still confident and skilled, yet more philosophical and contemplative, and with a more knowing look in his dark eyes.<br />
<br />
Repairs were still underway, but going well. All of the crew were getting restless and anxious about our upcoming voyage. They longed for the sea as never before. A few of the crew, yearning for more immediate sea time, moved to other ships of the Fleet. Most, however, stayed with the Captain and the ''Rising'', inclined to be with trusted crewmates rather than amongst others of the Brethren, who were, by comparison, somewhat more like second cousins.<br />
<br />
At last, just two days after Christmas, the repairs were completed, and the Captain had us gather in celebration at the local pub that night. We drank heartily of the Fleet drink, ''Bones to Jelly'', and of our honored ship's drink, the ''Rising Damnation''. We were to set sail the morning after next, and all provisions had already been stored away below decks. The ship was beautiful, fully restored to its original condition and exuding strength and power. The crew was proud and more eager than ever to return to the sea, and drank and cheered "to the ''Rising''!" throughout the night. Even the Captain appeared more confident than ever of our future success.<br />
<br />
We weighed anchor on the morning of December 29th and left the Harbour on a calm sea. Through the fog wall and out to the open ocean, the ''Rising'' responded well this time, though there was still the sense she didn't want to leave. The first day we headed south, towards Port Royal, the sky bright and the winds fair. We were happy to be on the open sea again, almost giddy, and were ready to plunder any ship that crossed our path. Though we sailed without any problems on that first day, the second day brought us an eerie calm and a near breathless wind that was barely able to move us forward at more than a drift. The crew was quiet that day, as if they were trying to sense something within the stillness that they couldn't quite make out.<br />
<br />
As night fell on that second day, we were still perhaps a half day north of Tortuga, which we would pass on our way to Port Royal. Most of the crew went below decks for some much needed rest, leaving only a skeleton crew above decks to steer the ship and to keep watch. It was just after midnight when the storm hit.<br />
<br />
All the crew had their jobs and worked feverishly just to keep the ''Rising'' upright while being battered with waves from an angry sea. In all our experience, we could not recall the ''Rising'' having ever endured such a storm. Guided by our Captain and tended by her crew, she initially responded smartly to every command, our lifeline in the sea as ever she had been. But after many hours, she once again became unresponsive and slow, seeming to fight to return to our home port. We grew tired of the battle against the sea, and against the ''Rising'' herself, and knew that we were fighting a losing battle if this storm continued much longer.<br />
<br />
Realizing the situation, the Captain and the rest of the officers gathered in the Captain's cabin for a brief time and emerged as one, faces graven. Each one of them bore looks of grim determination as they proceeded to the fo'c'sle. They formed a half circle open to the sea as the ''Rising'' rose and fell into the gale.<br />
<br />
I could not see well their actions in that hellish storm, but each in turn pulled forth some object and held it aloft. What manner of ritual this was I know not, but afterwards they held hands, upraised, almost seeming to be oblivious to the tempest that raged around us.<br />
<br />
Suddenly the ship pitched forward and rolled hard to port. Apparently, everyone else on board was able to grab something solid to hang onto, but I was tossed into the air, flailing madly. It is by the grace of some uncanny luck that a sheet whipped out past me and I was able to grab for it.<br />
<br />
For the briefest of moments I was suspended mid-air, the ship off to my right and naught but open sea to my left, when I looked down and saw the most horrendous sight -- a maelstrom was opening up directly below me, reaching further and further down until I swore I could see the bottom of the ocean through what little water remained at the end of that monstrous funnel. The ''Rising'' was already spiralling into it, bow pointed down at an unearthly angle and accelerating. It was as if Neptune himself had summoned us for an audience with him.<br />
<br />
Then the slack was gone and the rope snapped taut. I have no idea how I managed to hold on, but I was pulled forward, toward the ship as it lowered, encircled by swirling water toward the sea floor.<br />
<br />
As I fell, I closed my eyes. Unexpectedly, I felt the splash of seawater and a sudden tug of the rope forward -- I had somehow been pulled into the wall of water, and was being dragged along behind the ship as she spiralled down. I was pulled out of the water and sucked back in repeatedly, disoriented beyond hope, when suddenly I felt hands on my arms. The crew had somehow managed to pull me up to the safety of our ship.<br />
<br />
The ship was sitting level and still now, in an odd calm, surrounded by a wall of water rising up to the top of the ocean, which swirled about us at blinding speeds. The sea floor was serene, and a beautiful pale sand surrounded the hull of the ship, supporting us.<br />
<br />
'''''COME!'''''<br />
<br />
It was an order, reverberating through my senses. I am not certain if it was spoken or I merely imagined that it had been, but it had a palpable presence and commanded immediate obedience. We threw ropes over the rail and descended to the sandy bottom.<br />
<br />
Led by the Captain, we gathered in a crowd at the edge of the wall of water, uncertain how to proceed, but seemingly safe and dry on the sea floor. A massive, shadowy figure approached from beyond the swirling wall of water, standing perhaps fifty feet tall. It stopped without crossing into the vortex, and spoke.<br />
<br />
'''''YOU HAVE PERFORMED THE RITUALS OF OLD, WHICH PLEASES ME GREATLY. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?'''''<br />
<br />
The Captain then said something in a strangled, foreign tongue I could not recognize. The crew was dumbstruck as they stared at him. There was a pause, and then the shadowy figure bellowed:<br />
<br />
'''''FOR THIS I WOULD DEMAND ALLEGIENCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN ON THESE SEVEN SEAS IN A MILLENIUM. ARE YOU PREPARED TO PAY YOUR PENNANCE?'''''<br />
<br />
The Captain nodded and fell to one knee, sword in hand.<br />
<br />
'''''VERY WELL.'''''<br />
<br />
The figure turned and reached toward the wall of the maelstrom. Piercing that watery wall was a monstrous, jewel-encrusted trident. He paused. The ship that had been our home for years began to glow a golden yellow, as was the color of her banner. The air became eerily calm and the crew was silent and awestruck in observance. The banner that once flew proud over the ship was effortlessly removed by an unseen force and glided through the air towards our Captain. It landed in front of him, swaddling the bottle that once contained the ''Rising Damnation''. The yellow glow receded from the ship and transferred momentarily to the banner and bottle, then disappeared altogether, like a fading mist. We somehow understood that the soul of the ''Rising'' was now contained within the cloth and glass that now rested at our Captain's feet, and that it was our task to return the bottle and the banner of the ''Rising'' to her previous Captain to honor him and the ship that we sailed aboard for so many years.<br />
<br />
'''''IN LIGHT OF YOUR NEW MISSION, WHAT NEW NAME DO YOU GIVE THIS VESSEL?'''''<br />
<br />
The Captain spoke, again in that foreign tongue.<br />
<br />
A peal of thunderous laughter, deep and prideful, erupted from the shadowy figure beyond the wall of water.<br />
<br />
'''''YOU HONOR MY LONG DEAD PAST, MORTAL. YOU SHALL HAVE IT.'''''<br />
<br />
With that, he aimed the massive trident at the ship. Lightning issued forth from the tip of that mighty weapon, and emblazoned letters onto the hull, utterly replacing that which was there before. A new glow illuminated our ship unlike anything we had ever seen. A new banner appeared atop her mizzen mast with colors to symbolize the blessing we had been granted: the vibrant aqua of the sea, the warm brown for the wood of our ship and the color of sand for the sea bottom where we underwent this monumental transition.<br />
<br />
'''''GO NOW, RETURN TO YOUR SHIP, AND SERVE ME WELL.'''''<br />
<br />
With that, the massive form turned and faded into the sea. As the maelstrom began to slow, a blue mist filled the funnel in a deep fog. Certain that the sea would rise again and bring us to the surface, we quickly turned toward the ship to climb back aboard. The only thing visible in the thick fog were the still-glowing letters on the hull of the ship:<br />
<br />
: <font color="#308F90" size=4>'''''Nautilus'''''</font><br />
<br />
==Ship Song==<br />
<br />
<font size=3>'''The Nautilus'''</font><br><br />
''© 2010, Melissa Cournoyer/Steven K. Mariner/Barry Ludwick''<br><br />
''Music by Melissa Cournoyer and Steven K. Mariner''<br><br />
<br />
:Summoned here by Neptune's might<br />
:To hear our pleas about our plight<br />
:Renewed our ship, imbued with power<br />
:So our foes we may devour<br />
<br />
:Here is to King Neptune<br />
:Ruler of the sea<br />
:To the Nautilus and her crew<br />
:I raise my glass to thee<br />
<br />
:For I am her rudder, <br />
:Her rigging and her sails<br />
:And 'tis I who will ensure <br />
:The Nautilus never fails<br />
<br />
:As one we stand, as one we rage <br />
:For battle now, we set the stage <br />
:Renewed our crew, imbued with power <br />
:If you cross us, count your hours <br />
<br />
:Look alive! Captain on deck!<br />
:Shoulders back! Show respect!<br />
:We are her rudder, <br />
:Her rigging and her sails<br />
:and 'tis us who will ensure<br />
:The Nautilus never fails<br />
:Yes, the Nautilus never fails<br />
<br />
:Here is to King Neptune<br />
:And to Captain Ohm<br />
:To the Nautilus and her crew<br />
:This ship, she is our home<br />
<br />
:Here is to King Neptune, ruler of the sea<br />
:To the Nautilus and her crew<br />
:To the power of the three<br />
:I raise my glass to thee</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Andromeda&diff=4714
The Andromeda
2013-09-11T02:35:15Z
<p>Darkstar: </p>
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<div>[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Andromeda concentrates on Fleet support and participation, with a strong family bond.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - Warship's Harvest<br />
<br />
'''Ship Shot''' - The Final Word<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - forthcoming<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (14)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Bosun]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Quarter Gunner]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Sergeant at Arms]]<br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigger]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
[[Katja Slovenovic]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
The past lives in our hearts, we keep the future in our eyes.<br />
<br />
This will grow quickly.<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
forthcoming</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Andromeda&diff=4713
The Andromeda
2013-09-11T02:33:32Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Current Roster - (14) */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Andromeda concentrates on Fleet support and participation, with a strong family bond.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - The Final Word<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - forthcoming<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (14)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Bosun]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Quarter Gunner]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Sergeant at Arms]]<br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigger]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
[[Katja Slovenovic]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
The past lives in our hearts, we keep the future in our eyes.<br />
<br />
This will grow quickly.<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
forthcoming</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Retired_Rogues&diff=4701
Retired Rogues
2013-08-14T02:31:50Z
<p>Darkstar: </p>
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<div>NOTE: Please add folks to the roster as you would any other ship move. Anyone that retires, yet goes to a ship LEAVE OFF this list to avoid any confusion. Just simply those full members without a ship should be on this list.<br />
<br />
==Emeritus (Retired)==<br />
<br />
[[Commodore Amon]] - December 2009 - Commodore; August 2011 - Captain<br />
<br />
[[Captain Aramis]] - Captain<br />
<br />
[[Captain Griffin]] - Captain<br />
<br />
[[Captain Moon]] - Captain, August 2008<br />
<br />
[[Madam Cricket]] - Madam, August 2008<br />
<br />
[[Captain Muttq]] - Captain, August 2009<br />
<br />
[[Chocolate]] - Quartermaster, August 2009<br />
<br />
[[Mistress Blade]] - First Mate, April 2010<br />
<br />
[[Goddess]]<br />
<br />
[[Ethereal]] - Ship's Cleric, August 2008<br />
<br />
[[OJ]] - Lookout, April 2010<br />
<br />
[[Jereth]] - Master of Assassins, December 2010<br />
<br />
[[JJ]] - March 2011<br />
<br />
[[Dashgirl (Kim)]] - March 2011<br />
<br />
[[Shadowcat]] - December 2010<br />
<br />
[[Merlot]] Drinkwine - February 2012<br />
<br />
[[Tempest Stormbringer]] -First Mate, August 2011<br />
<br />
[[Lorrance Ohm]] - Captain, August 2012<br />
<br />
==Non-Commissioned Rogues==<br />
<br />
[[Gogh]], March 2013<br />
<br />
==Departed==<br />
<br />
[[Dirty Little Irish]], 2012</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Crimson_Storm&diff=4700
The Crimson Storm
2013-08-14T02:29:43Z
<p>Darkstar: </p>
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<div>[[Image:CrimsonStorm.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Crimson Storm concentrates on combat and fighting skills, weapon use and shanai fighting are provided to ship member's, and if room provides, members of the fleet.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - Rum Runner’s Revenge<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - May the wind fill our sails <br />
And our Rudder stay true <br />
Always gold in our pockets <br />
And Rum for our crew <br />
BUT if there’s a fight, <br />
May the seas turn to red,<br />
With the blood of our enemies, <br />
We’ll give her the dead!<br />
Crimson Storm <br />
we leave no survivors! <br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Maroon and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (19)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Morgan]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Oralya Luv]] - [[Altaira Bos]] - [[Navigator]] (And Still Keeper of the Rum) <br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Master Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Moondog]] - [[Master Gunner]]<br><br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Master at Arms]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Stargazer]] - [[Lookout]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[Cleric | Morale Officer]]<br><br />
[[Bulldog]] - [[Crew | Diplomat]]<br><br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Brewmeister]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[MSD]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Piper]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigging's Master]]<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Barber]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Apothecary]]<br><br />
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<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
<br />
''== 2006 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
<br />
Second Place - Pickle Sucking (Giggles)<br />
<br />
Second Place - Charades<br />
<br />
''<br />
== 2007 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
<br />
Third Place -Three legged race (Hacksaw and Amelia Koch)<br />
<br />
Third Place - Tug of war<br />
<br />
== 2009 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
1st place -Ladies Arm Wrestling<br />
<br />
== 2010 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
1st place Ladies Arm Wrestling<br />
<br />
1st place Frisbee Toss<br />
<br />
== 2010 Treasure Hunt Champs==<br />
<br />
== 2011 Rogue Picnic ==<br />
<br />
1st place Grenade Toss<br />
2nd place overall...<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
We had been at sea for about three months when we began to see black dots on the horizon following us. Soon we realized that they were ships of the Spanish Armada out searching for the Wolfsbane and its crew…<br />
<br />
Could it be the last port we were in had a problem with our Payment methods? So we took a couple of people hostage and held them for ransom…<br />
<br />
We gave them back when we were paid, and they were “relatively” unmolested and unharmed, well mostly. <br />
<br />
Or perhaps it was that ship a month or so ago that we aided by lightening their load… we graciously redistributed their booty to those who were in more need, and could pay our price. ... Who knows? Or maybe even that last village we visited; did they really think we would accept beads as payment for supplies? I mean come on we are pirates, not cheap jewelry makers. Silly Lubbers!<br />
<br />
The chase was on everywhere we traveled they were right behind us. At every turn they seemed to be slowly gaining. Sure we could out run one maybe even two but as the third showed up on our aft, we knew we would have to fight our way out. <br />
<br />
Captain Morgan decided he had enough of this watery cat and mouse game. We decided to stand our ground, and fight!<br />
<br />
The three ships kept trying to maneuver us into their trap. It had been three days of this little chess game without a check mate. Captain Morgan decided to make a daring move during the night and out maneuver the 3 ships of the Spanish Armada to end this stand off. It was decided to sacrifice our Queen in order win this stalemate. We rigged the Wolfsbane to explode, and sent her directly into those two ships that kept themselves too closely together. We knew they were trying to draw our attention away from the third ship which had been working into position on the far side of us in an attempt to catch us in the cross fire unaware. A few members of the crew readied the Wolfsbane for its final voyage, set the powder kegs and rum to ignite. Captain Morgan and the rest of the crew quietly loaded the row boats and began to move towards the third enemy ship. <br />
<br />
It was lucky for us that the night was moonless and the third Spanish ship was traveling with out any lighting. This darkness allowed Captain Morgan’s crew to circle around the ship and sneak up silently next to the ship. We got into position and caught them by surprise, just as the Wolfsbane exploded into the other two Spanish ships. With their attention on the explosion the Spanish soldiers never saw Captain Morgan and his crew until it was too late. What a beautiful send off it was for the Wolfsbane. It was so bright and so devastatingly successful in destroying the other ships. <br />
<br />
Check mate. <br />
<br />
Only one person was left alive aboard the Spanish ship. He was a prisoner we found below deck. Captain Morgan decided to christen his new ship the Crimson Storm, so named for all the red blood that flowed that night she was captured. <br />
<br />
The Crimson Storm set off for the Caribbean where we took part in a family reunion of sorts. As Captain Morgan’s brother Henry, was rather busy these days, we were invited to join in the Morgan family business of disbursing of rum to the colonies to supplement our endeavors. It only took a few trips before the Crew of the Crimson Storm, was also known as “Captain D. Morgan’s Rum Runners”.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Decommissioned_Ships&diff=4699
Decommissioned Ships
2013-08-14T02:28:25Z
<p>Darkstar: /* The Crimson Storm */</p>
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<div>==Introduction==<br />
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]<br />
Below are list of the Ships that have either been decommissioned or are no longer a part of the current fleet, most often due to a change of Captain.<br />
<br />
On each ship's page you will find the some of the historical information about the ship while they were a part of the Colorado Rogue fleet.<br />
<br />
==The Crimson Storm==<br />
<br />
[[Image:CrimsonStorm.jpg|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Crimson Storm]] As the Fleet's Warship The Crimson Storm concentrates on combat and fighting skills, weapon use and shanai fighting are provided to ship member's, and if room provides, members of the fleet.<br />
<br />
Captain: [[Captain Morgan]]<br />
<br />
Colors: Maroon and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - August 2013<br />
<br />
==The Koumori==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Koumori.jpg|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Koumori]] is a ship from the Far East that handles the organization of Trips and Caravans to other faires and out of area events.<br />
<br />
Captain: [[Captain Zetsumei]]<br />
<br />
Colors: Purple and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: August 2006 - January 2013<br />
<br />
==The Sun God==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Sun God.gif|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Sun God]]. To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Amon<br />
<br />
Colors: Red and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - ??<br />
<br />
==The Rising==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Rising.jpg|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Rising]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain [[Full Moon]], Captain [[Lorrance Ohm]]<br />
<br />
Colors: Gold and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - December 2009<br />
<br />
==Le Petit Morte==<br />
<br />
[[Le Petit Morte]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Walker<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - May 2006 (?)<br />
<br />
==The Southern Cross==<br />
<br />
[[Image:SouthernCross.gif|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Southern Cross]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Griffin<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - ??<br />
<br />
==The Black Cauldron==<br />
<br />
[[The Black Cauldron]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Raven<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: ?? - ??<br />
<br />
==The Neptune's Fury==<br />
<br />
[[The Neptune's Fury]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Aramis Donegan McCleary<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: ?? - ??<br />
<br />
==The Amber Star==<br />
<br />
[[The Amber Star]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Devon Davidson 'The Red' <br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: ?? - ??</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Decommissioned_Ships&diff=4698
Decommissioned Ships
2013-08-14T02:26:45Z
<p>Darkstar: </p>
<hr />
<div>==Introduction==<br />
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]<br />
Below are list of the Ships that have either been decommissioned or are no longer a part of the current fleet, most often due to a change of Captain.<br />
<br />
On each ship's page you will find the some of the historical information about the ship while they were a part of the Colorado Rogue fleet.<br />
<br />
==The Crimson Storm==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Crimson Storm.jpg|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Crimson Storm]] is a ship from the Far East that handles the organization of Trips and Caravans to other faires and out of area events.<br />
<br />
Captain: [[Captain Morgan]]<br />
<br />
Colors: Maroon and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - August 2013<br />
<br />
==The Koumori==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Koumori.jpg|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Koumori]] is a ship from the Far East that handles the organization of Trips and Caravans to other faires and out of area events.<br />
<br />
Captain: [[Captain Zetsumei]]<br />
<br />
Colors: Purple and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: August 2006 - January 2013<br />
<br />
==The Sun God==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Sun God.gif|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Sun God]]. To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Amon<br />
<br />
Colors: Red and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - ??<br />
<br />
==The Rising==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Rising.jpg|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Rising]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain [[Full Moon]], Captain [[Lorrance Ohm]]<br />
<br />
Colors: Gold and Black<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - December 2009<br />
<br />
==Le Petit Morte==<br />
<br />
[[Le Petit Morte]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Walker<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - May 2006 (?)<br />
<br />
==The Southern Cross==<br />
<br />
[[Image:SouthernCross.gif|150x150px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Southern Cross]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Griffin<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: June 2004 - ??<br />
<br />
==The Black Cauldron==<br />
<br />
[[The Black Cauldron]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Raven<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: ?? - ??<br />
<br />
==The Neptune's Fury==<br />
<br />
[[The Neptune's Fury]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Aramis Donegan McCleary<br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: ?? - ??<br />
<br />
==The Amber Star==<br />
<br />
[[The Amber Star]] To be completed.<br />
<br />
Captain: Captain Devon Davidson 'The Red' <br />
<br />
Colors: ??<br />
<br />
Commission: ?? - ??</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Andromeda&diff=4697
The Andromeda
2013-08-14T02:22:24Z
<p>Darkstar: The Andromeda</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Andromeda concentrates on Fleet support and participation, with a strong family bond.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - The Final Word<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - forthcoming<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (14)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Master Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Master at Arms]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Brewmeister]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigging's Master]]<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Barber]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Apothecary]]<br><br />
[[Katja Slovenovic]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
The past lives in our hearts, we keep the future in our eyes.<br />
<br />
This will grow quickly.<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
forthcoming</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guilds&diff=4696
Guilds
2013-08-14T02:22:01Z
<p>Darkstar: /* The Andromeda */</p>
<hr />
<div>==Introduction==<br />
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]<br />
Below are listed the Ships, House and Harbour that comprise the factions of [[Colorado Rogues]] . Each faction has its own purpose and personality. <br />
<br />
On each ship's page you will find information as well as thier roster and individual member pages by clicking thier name indicated as a blue link.<br />
<br />
Purple links will indicate those that are still under construction.<br />
<br />
==The Blood Eagle==<br />
<br />
[[Image:BloodEagle-Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Norse Culture <br />
<br />
[[The Blood Eagle]] still focuses on Royal Navy turned to piracy but has now sailed to northern waters to expand their exploration. <br />
<br />
Commanded by [[Captain]] [[McGroper]].<br />
<br />
Their colors are Red and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Andromeda==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Andromeda]] is a ship with a fleet support participation focus with a family bond.<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==The Harbour==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Harbour_Banner.jpg|200x300px||left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Maritime Myth and Lore.<br />
<br />
[[The Harbour]] is the central port for the [[Colorado Rogues]]. all new people go through the harbour and are put under the [[Harbourmaster]] for the Step n' Fetch program for one year. At the end of the year they are judged on performance and either inducted into the ranks or repeating the program another year.<br />
<br />
The [[Harbourmaster]] is [[Harbourmaster]] [[Jettie]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are White, Orange and Black<br />
<br />
==The House==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Crickets.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' World History of Women <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is located on the Island and is a den of earthly delights. Many of the Parties and Dances are organized by the wenches. <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is run by [[Madam]] [[Theodosia Devyne]] Their colors are Burgandy, Green and Black<br />
<br />
==The Lady Sinister==<br />
<br />
[[Image:SinisterFlag-small.png|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Black Powder and Firearms<br />
<br />
[[The Lady Sinister]] is the ship mostly involved with gaming events. <br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain]] [[Ogre Greybeard]] <br />
<br />
Their colors are Silver and Black<br />
<br />
==The Nautilus==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' General Caribbean Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Nautilus]] is focused on many structure and service goals that comprise the Rogues as a community with a strong focus on historical and reality involvement. The Mythos of King Neptune plays a large role in their theme. <br />
<br />
This is the ship run by [[Captain]] [[Daphne TartNSweet]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Aquamarine and Sand, with accents of Bronze, Steel and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Raging Saint Mae==<br />
<br />
[[File:RSM Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' American Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Raging Saint Mae]] is the flagship of the Rogues, which handles administration and diplomacy. This ship is the primary contact for external groups or entities. Any questions or concerns with [[Colorado Rogues]] should be directed to the [[Commodore]]<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Commodore]] [[Hawk]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Royal Blue, Copper and Black.<br />
<br />
==Shore Leave (Emeritus/Non-Commissioned Rogues) ==<br />
<br />
Those rogues that have retired or currently have no ship to report to can be found listed on the [[Shore Leave]] Roster.<br />
<br />
==The Guilds==<br />
<br />
Though not ships, Guilds are individual groups specialized in an area that members from multiple ships can be a part of. Basically a member of a ship can also be members of multiple guilds. But not multiple ships.<br />
<br />
These are represented by Fleet [[Guild Master]] [[Boutz|Buotz]] on the council.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''[[The Thieves Guild]] - [[Fingers]]'''<br />
<br />
* Administration of The Thieves Game <br />
<br />
*Judges for events and neutral voices where needed in disputes.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Assassin's Guild]] - [[Boutz|Buotz]]'''<br />
<br />
*Administration of the Assassin's Game.<br />
<br />
'''[[Our Lady of Perpetual Crisis]] - [[DD]]'''<br />
<br />
*Guild focusing on Medical and Spiritual healing.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Church of the Dirty Virgin]] - [[Requiem]]'''<br />
<br />
* Spiritual Advice, some real some jest.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Galley]] - [[Valya]]'''<br />
<br />
*Cook's Guild. Servers of fine culinary delights at commissioned events.<br />
<br />
'''[[Brewmeister's Guild]] - [[Bardkin]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where Grog meets artistry.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Artisan's Guild]] - [[Solace]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where artists and artisans can inspire and collaborate.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Archives Guild]] - [[Fidget McFeely]]'''<br />
<br />
*Historians, dedicated to writing it down so you don't have to remember.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guilds&diff=4695
Guilds
2013-08-14T02:21:25Z
<p>Darkstar: /* The Andromeda */</p>
<hr />
<div>==Introduction==<br />
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]<br />
Below are listed the Ships, House and Harbour that comprise the factions of [[Colorado Rogues]] . Each faction has its own purpose and personality. <br />
<br />
On each ship's page you will find information as well as thier roster and individual member pages by clicking thier name indicated as a blue link.<br />
<br />
Purple links will indicate those that are still under construction.<br />
<br />
==The Blood Eagle==<br />
<br />
[[Image:BloodEagle-Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Norse Culture <br />
<br />
[[The Blood Eagle]] still focuses on Royal Navy turned to piracy but has now sailed to northern waters to expand their exploration. <br />
<br />
Commanded by [[Captain]] [[McGroper]].<br />
<br />
Their colors are Red and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Andromeda==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Crimson Storm]] is a ship with a fleet support participation focus with a family bond.<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==The Harbour==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Harbour_Banner.jpg|200x300px||left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Maritime Myth and Lore.<br />
<br />
[[The Harbour]] is the central port for the [[Colorado Rogues]]. all new people go through the harbour and are put under the [[Harbourmaster]] for the Step n' Fetch program for one year. At the end of the year they are judged on performance and either inducted into the ranks or repeating the program another year.<br />
<br />
The [[Harbourmaster]] is [[Harbourmaster]] [[Jettie]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are White, Orange and Black<br />
<br />
==The House==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Crickets.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' World History of Women <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is located on the Island and is a den of earthly delights. Many of the Parties and Dances are organized by the wenches. <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is run by [[Madam]] [[Theodosia Devyne]] Their colors are Burgandy, Green and Black<br />
<br />
==The Lady Sinister==<br />
<br />
[[Image:SinisterFlag-small.png|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Black Powder and Firearms<br />
<br />
[[The Lady Sinister]] is the ship mostly involved with gaming events. <br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain]] [[Ogre Greybeard]] <br />
<br />
Their colors are Silver and Black<br />
<br />
==The Nautilus==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' General Caribbean Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Nautilus]] is focused on many structure and service goals that comprise the Rogues as a community with a strong focus on historical and reality involvement. The Mythos of King Neptune plays a large role in their theme. <br />
<br />
This is the ship run by [[Captain]] [[Daphne TartNSweet]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Aquamarine and Sand, with accents of Bronze, Steel and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Raging Saint Mae==<br />
<br />
[[File:RSM Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' American Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Raging Saint Mae]] is the flagship of the Rogues, which handles administration and diplomacy. This ship is the primary contact for external groups or entities. Any questions or concerns with [[Colorado Rogues]] should be directed to the [[Commodore]]<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Commodore]] [[Hawk]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Royal Blue, Copper and Black.<br />
<br />
==Shore Leave (Emeritus/Non-Commissioned Rogues) ==<br />
<br />
Those rogues that have retired or currently have no ship to report to can be found listed on the [[Shore Leave]] Roster.<br />
<br />
==The Guilds==<br />
<br />
Though not ships, Guilds are individual groups specialized in an area that members from multiple ships can be a part of. Basically a member of a ship can also be members of multiple guilds. But not multiple ships.<br />
<br />
These are represented by Fleet [[Guild Master]] [[Boutz|Buotz]] on the council.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''[[The Thieves Guild]] - [[Fingers]]'''<br />
<br />
* Administration of The Thieves Game <br />
<br />
*Judges for events and neutral voices where needed in disputes.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Assassin's Guild]] - [[Boutz|Buotz]]'''<br />
<br />
*Administration of the Assassin's Game.<br />
<br />
'''[[Our Lady of Perpetual Crisis]] - [[DD]]'''<br />
<br />
*Guild focusing on Medical and Spiritual healing.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Church of the Dirty Virgin]] - [[Requiem]]'''<br />
<br />
* Spiritual Advice, some real some jest.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Galley]] - [[Valya]]'''<br />
<br />
*Cook's Guild. Servers of fine culinary delights at commissioned events.<br />
<br />
'''[[Brewmeister's Guild]] - [[Bardkin]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where Grog meets artistry.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Artisan's Guild]] - [[Solace]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where artists and artisans can inspire and collaborate.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Archives Guild]] - [[Fidget McFeely]]'''<br />
<br />
*Historians, dedicated to writing it down so you don't have to remember.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guilds&diff=4694
Guilds
2013-08-14T02:20:09Z
<p>Darkstar: /* The Andromeda */</p>
<hr />
<div>==Introduction==<br />
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]<br />
Below are listed the Ships, House and Harbour that comprise the factions of [[Colorado Rogues]] . Each faction has its own purpose and personality. <br />
<br />
On each ship's page you will find information as well as thier roster and individual member pages by clicking thier name indicated as a blue link.<br />
<br />
Purple links will indicate those that are still under construction.<br />
<br />
==The Blood Eagle==<br />
<br />
[[Image:BloodEagle-Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Norse Culture <br />
<br />
[[The Blood Eagle]] still focuses on Royal Navy turned to piracy but has now sailed to northern waters to expand their exploration. <br />
<br />
Commanded by [[Captain]] [[McGroper]].<br />
<br />
Their colors are Red and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Andromeda==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Andromeda]] is a ship with a fleet support participation focus with a family bond.<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==The Harbour==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Harbour_Banner.jpg|200x300px||left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Maritime Myth and Lore.<br />
<br />
[[The Harbour]] is the central port for the [[Colorado Rogues]]. all new people go through the harbour and are put under the [[Harbourmaster]] for the Step n' Fetch program for one year. At the end of the year they are judged on performance and either inducted into the ranks or repeating the program another year.<br />
<br />
The [[Harbourmaster]] is [[Harbourmaster]] [[Jettie]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are White, Orange and Black<br />
<br />
==The House==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Crickets.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' World History of Women <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is located on the Island and is a den of earthly delights. Many of the Parties and Dances are organized by the wenches. <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is run by [[Madam]] [[Theodosia Devyne]] Their colors are Burgandy, Green and Black<br />
<br />
==The Lady Sinister==<br />
<br />
[[Image:SinisterFlag-small.png|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Black Powder and Firearms<br />
<br />
[[The Lady Sinister]] is the ship mostly involved with gaming events. <br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain]] [[Ogre Greybeard]] <br />
<br />
Their colors are Silver and Black<br />
<br />
==The Nautilus==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' General Caribbean Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Nautilus]] is focused on many structure and service goals that comprise the Rogues as a community with a strong focus on historical and reality involvement. The Mythos of King Neptune plays a large role in their theme. <br />
<br />
This is the ship run by [[Captain]] [[Daphne TartNSweet]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Aquamarine and Sand, with accents of Bronze, Steel and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Raging Saint Mae==<br />
<br />
[[File:RSM Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' American Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Raging Saint Mae]] is the flagship of the Rogues, which handles administration and diplomacy. This ship is the primary contact for external groups or entities. Any questions or concerns with [[Colorado Rogues]] should be directed to the [[Commodore]]<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Commodore]] [[Hawk]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Royal Blue, Copper and Black.<br />
<br />
==Shore Leave (Emeritus/Non-Commissioned Rogues) ==<br />
<br />
Those rogues that have retired or currently have no ship to report to can be found listed on the [[Shore Leave]] Roster.<br />
<br />
==The Guilds==<br />
<br />
Though not ships, Guilds are individual groups specialized in an area that members from multiple ships can be a part of. Basically a member of a ship can also be members of multiple guilds. But not multiple ships.<br />
<br />
These are represented by Fleet [[Guild Master]] [[Boutz|Buotz]] on the council.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''[[The Thieves Guild]] - [[Fingers]]'''<br />
<br />
* Administration of The Thieves Game <br />
<br />
*Judges for events and neutral voices where needed in disputes.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Assassin's Guild]] - [[Boutz|Buotz]]'''<br />
<br />
*Administration of the Assassin's Game.<br />
<br />
'''[[Our Lady of Perpetual Crisis]] - [[DD]]'''<br />
<br />
*Guild focusing on Medical and Spiritual healing.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Church of the Dirty Virgin]] - [[Requiem]]'''<br />
<br />
* Spiritual Advice, some real some jest.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Galley]] - [[Valya]]'''<br />
<br />
*Cook's Guild. Servers of fine culinary delights at commissioned events.<br />
<br />
'''[[Brewmeister's Guild]] - [[Bardkin]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where Grog meets artistry.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Artisan's Guild]] - [[Solace]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where artists and artisans can inspire and collaborate.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Archives Guild]] - [[Fidget McFeely]]'''<br />
<br />
*Historians, dedicated to writing it down so you don't have to remember.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=Guilds&diff=4693
Guilds
2013-08-14T02:19:30Z
<p>Darkstar: /* The Andromeda */</p>
<hr />
<div>==Introduction==<br />
[[Image:flag_small.jpg|left]]<br />
Below are listed the Ships, House and Harbour that comprise the factions of [[Colorado Rogues]] . Each faction has its own purpose and personality. <br />
<br />
On each ship's page you will find information as well as thier roster and individual member pages by clicking thier name indicated as a blue link.<br />
<br />
Purple links will indicate those that are still under construction.<br />
<br />
==The Blood Eagle==<br />
<br />
[[Image:BloodEagle-Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Norse Culture <br />
<br />
[[The Blood Eagle]] still focuses on Royal Navy turned to piracy but has now sailed to northern waters to expand their exploration. <br />
<br />
Commanded by [[Captain]] [[McGroper]].<br />
<br />
Their colors are Red and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Andormeda==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Andormeda.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
[[The Andormeda]] is a ship with a fleet support participation focus with a family bond.<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==The Harbour==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Harbour_Banner.jpg|200x300px||left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Maritime Myth and Lore.<br />
<br />
[[The Harbour]] is the central port for the [[Colorado Rogues]]. all new people go through the harbour and are put under the [[Harbourmaster]] for the Step n' Fetch program for one year. At the end of the year they are judged on performance and either inducted into the ranks or repeating the program another year.<br />
<br />
The [[Harbourmaster]] is [[Harbourmaster]] [[Jettie]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are White, Orange and Black<br />
<br />
==The House==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Crickets.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' World History of Women <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is located on the Island and is a den of earthly delights. Many of the Parties and Dances are organized by the wenches. <br />
<br />
[[The House]] is run by [[Madam]] [[Theodosia Devyne]] Their colors are Burgandy, Green and Black<br />
<br />
==The Lady Sinister==<br />
<br />
[[Image:SinisterFlag-small.png|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' Black Powder and Firearms<br />
<br />
[[The Lady Sinister]] is the ship mostly involved with gaming events. <br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Captain]] [[Ogre Greybeard]] <br />
<br />
Their colors are Silver and Black<br />
<br />
==The Nautilus==<br />
<br />
[[Image:Nautilus-banner-small.png|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' General Caribbean Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Nautilus]] is focused on many structure and service goals that comprise the Rogues as a community with a strong focus on historical and reality involvement. The Mythos of King Neptune plays a large role in their theme. <br />
<br />
This is the ship run by [[Captain]] [[Daphne TartNSweet]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Aquamarine and Sand, with accents of Bronze, Steel and Black.<br />
<br />
==The Raging Saint Mae==<br />
<br />
[[File:RSM Flag.jpg|200x300px|left]]<br />
<br />
'''Theme:''' American Piracy<br />
<br />
[[The Raging Saint Mae]] is the flagship of the Rogues, which handles administration and diplomacy. This ship is the primary contact for external groups or entities. Any questions or concerns with [[Colorado Rogues]] should be directed to the [[Commodore]]<br />
<br />
This ship is run by [[Commodore]] [[Hawk]]<br />
<br />
Their colors are Royal Blue, Copper and Black.<br />
<br />
==Shore Leave (Emeritus/Non-Commissioned Rogues) ==<br />
<br />
Those rogues that have retired or currently have no ship to report to can be found listed on the [[Shore Leave]] Roster.<br />
<br />
==The Guilds==<br />
<br />
Though not ships, Guilds are individual groups specialized in an area that members from multiple ships can be a part of. Basically a member of a ship can also be members of multiple guilds. But not multiple ships.<br />
<br />
These are represented by Fleet [[Guild Master]] [[Boutz|Buotz]] on the council.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''[[The Thieves Guild]] - [[Fingers]]'''<br />
<br />
* Administration of The Thieves Game <br />
<br />
*Judges for events and neutral voices where needed in disputes.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Assassin's Guild]] - [[Boutz|Buotz]]'''<br />
<br />
*Administration of the Assassin's Game.<br />
<br />
'''[[Our Lady of Perpetual Crisis]] - [[DD]]'''<br />
<br />
*Guild focusing on Medical and Spiritual healing.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Church of the Dirty Virgin]] - [[Requiem]]'''<br />
<br />
* Spiritual Advice, some real some jest.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Galley]] - [[Valya]]'''<br />
<br />
*Cook's Guild. Servers of fine culinary delights at commissioned events.<br />
<br />
'''[[Brewmeister's Guild]] - [[Bardkin]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where Grog meets artistry.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Artisan's Guild]] - [[Solace]]'''<br />
<br />
*Where artists and artisans can inspire and collaborate.<br />
<br />
'''[[The Archives Guild]] - [[Fidget McFeely]]'''<br />
<br />
*Historians, dedicated to writing it down so you don't have to remember.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Crimson_Storm&diff=4692
The Crimson Storm
2013-08-14T02:17:03Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Current Roster - (14) */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Andromeda concentrates on Fleet support and participation, with a strong family bond.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - The Final Word<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - forthcoming<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (14)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Master Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Master at Arms]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Brewmeister]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigging's Master]]<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Barber]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Apothecary]]<br><br />
[[Katja Slovenovic]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
The past lives in our hearts, we keep the future in our eyes.<br />
<br />
This will grow quickly.<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
forthcoming</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Crimson_Storm&diff=4691
The Crimson Storm
2013-08-14T02:16:05Z
<p>Darkstar: </p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:Andromeda.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Andromeda concentrates on Fleet support and participation, with a strong family bond.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - The Final Word<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - forthcoming<br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Gold and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (18)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Master Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Master at Arms]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Brewmeister]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigging's Master]]<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Barber]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Apothecary]]<br><br />
[[Katja Slovenovic]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Three Dog]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
The past lives in our hearts, we keep the future in our eyes.<br />
<br />
This will grow quickly.<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
forthcoming</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Crimson_Storm&diff=4690
The Crimson Storm
2013-08-14T02:06:36Z
<p>Darkstar: /* Current Roster - (18) */</p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:CrimsonStorm.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Crimson Storm concentrates on combat and fighting skills, weapon use and shanai fighting are provided to ship member's, and if room provides, members of the fleet.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - Rum Runner’s Revenge<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - May the wind fill our sails <br />
And our Rudder stay true <br />
Always gold in our pockets <br />
And Rum for our crew <br />
BUT if there’s a fight, <br />
May the seas turn to red,<br />
With the blood of our enemies, <br />
We’ll give her the dead!<br />
Crimson Storm <br />
we leave no survivors! <br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Maroon and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (18)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Oralya Luv]] - [[Altaira Bos]] - [[Navigator]] (And Still Keeper of the Rum) <br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Master Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Moondog]] - [[Master Gunner]]<br><br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Master at Arms]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Stargazer]] - [[Lookout]]<br><br />
[[Bulldog]] - [[Crew | Diplomat]]<br><br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Brewmeister]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[MSD]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Piper]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigging's Master]]<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Barber]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Apothecary]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
<br />
''== 2006 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
<br />
Second Place - Pickle Sucking (Giggles)<br />
<br />
Second Place - Charades<br />
<br />
''<br />
== 2007 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
<br />
Third Place -Three legged race (Hacksaw and Amelia Koch)<br />
<br />
Third Place - Tug of war<br />
<br />
== 2009 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
1st place -Ladies Arm Wrestling<br />
<br />
== 2010 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
1st place Ladies Arm Wrestling<br />
<br />
1st place Frisbee Toss<br />
<br />
== 2010 Treasure Hunt Champs==<br />
<br />
== 2011 Rogue Picnic ==<br />
<br />
1st place Grenade Toss<br />
2nd place overall...<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
We had been at sea for about three months when we began to see black dots on the horizon following us. Soon we realized that they were ships of the Spanish Armada out searching for the Wolfsbane and its crew…<br />
<br />
Could it be the last port we were in had a problem with our Payment methods? So we took a couple of people hostage and held them for ransom…<br />
<br />
We gave them back when we were paid, and they were “relatively” unmolested and unharmed, well mostly. <br />
<br />
Or perhaps it was that ship a month or so ago that we aided by lightening their load… we graciously redistributed their booty to those who were in more need, and could pay our price. ... Who knows? Or maybe even that last village we visited; did they really think we would accept beads as payment for supplies? I mean come on we are pirates, not cheap jewelry makers. Silly Lubbers!<br />
<br />
The chase was on everywhere we traveled they were right behind us. At every turn they seemed to be slowly gaining. Sure we could out run one maybe even two but as the third showed up on our aft, we knew we would have to fight our way out. <br />
<br />
Captain Morgan decided he had enough of this watery cat and mouse game. We decided to stand our ground, and fight!<br />
<br />
The three ships kept trying to maneuver us into their trap. It had been three days of this little chess game without a check mate. Captain Morgan decided to make a daring move during the night and out maneuver the 3 ships of the Spanish Armada to end this stand off. It was decided to sacrifice our Queen in order win this stalemate. We rigged the Wolfsbane to explode, and sent her directly into those two ships that kept themselves too closely together. We knew they were trying to draw our attention away from the third ship which had been working into position on the far side of us in an attempt to catch us in the cross fire unaware. A few members of the crew readied the Wolfsbane for its final voyage, set the powder kegs and rum to ignite. Captain Morgan and the rest of the crew quietly loaded the row boats and began to move towards the third enemy ship. <br />
<br />
It was lucky for us that the night was moonless and the third Spanish ship was traveling with out any lighting. This darkness allowed Captain Morgan’s crew to circle around the ship and sneak up silently next to the ship. We got into position and caught them by surprise, just as the Wolfsbane exploded into the other two Spanish ships. With their attention on the explosion the Spanish soldiers never saw Captain Morgan and his crew until it was too late. What a beautiful send off it was for the Wolfsbane. It was so bright and so devastatingly successful in destroying the other ships. <br />
<br />
Check mate. <br />
<br />
Only one person was left alive aboard the Spanish ship. He was a prisoner we found below deck. Captain Morgan decided to christen his new ship the Crimson Storm, so named for all the red blood that flowed that night she was captured. <br />
<br />
The Crimson Storm set off for the Caribbean where we took part in a family reunion of sorts. As Captain Morgan’s brother Henry, was rather busy these days, we were invited to join in the Morgan family business of disbursing of rum to the colonies to supplement our endeavors. It only took a few trips before the Crew of the Crimson Storm, was also known as “Captain D. Morgan’s Rum Runners”.</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=File:Andromeda.jpg&diff=4689
File:Andromeda.jpg
2013-08-14T02:03:54Z
<p>Darkstar: Andromeda Banner</p>
<hr />
<div>Andromeda Banner</div>
Darkstar
http://www.coloradorogues.org/wiki/index.php?title=The_Crimson_Storm&diff=4601
The Crimson Storm
2012-09-18T23:11:44Z
<p>Darkstar: </p>
<hr />
<div>[[Image:CrimsonStorm.jpg|250x350px|left]]<br />
'''Duties''' - As the Fleet's Warship The Crimson Storm concentrates on combat and fighting skills, weapon use and shanai fighting are provided to ship member's, and if room provides, members of the fleet.<br />
<br />
'''Ship Drink''' - Rum Runner’s Revenge<br />
<br />
'''Ship Toast''' - May the wind fill our sails <br />
And our Rudder stay true <br />
Always gold in our pockets <br />
And Rum for our crew <br />
BUT if there’s a fight, <br />
May the seas turn to red,<br />
With the blood of our enemies, <br />
We’ll give her the dead!<br />
Crimson Storm <br />
we leave no survivors! <br />
<br />
'''Ship Colors''' - Maroon and Black<br />
<br />
==Current Roster - (19)==<br />
<br />
'''Ship's Head'''<br><br />
[[Captain Morgan]] - [[Captain]]<br><br />
[[Bonzi D Darkstar]] - [[First Mate]]<br><br />
[[Hilo]] - [[Quartermaster]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Officers'''<br><br />
[[Oralya Luv]] - [[Altaira Bos]] - [[Navigator]] (And Still Keeper of the Rum) <br><br />
[[Trinity]] - [[Master Artisan]]<br><br />
[[Moondog]] - [[Master Gunner]]<br><br />
[[Hacksaw]] - [[Surgeon]]<br><br />
[[Barr]] - [[Master at Arms]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Senior Crew'''<br> <br />
[[Stargazer]] - [[Lookout]]<br><br />
[[Requiem]] - [[Cleric | Morale Officer]]<br><br />
[[Bulldog]] - [[Crew | Diplomat]]<br><br />
[[Entropy]] - [[Carpenter]]<br><br />
<br />
'''Regular Crew'''<br><br />
[[Damien]] - [[Brewmeister]]<br><br />
[[Wyld Chance]] - [[Sail Maker]]<br><br />
[[MSD]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Piper]] - [[Crew]]<br><br />
[[Shamus]] - [[Rigging's Master]]<br><br />
[[Foxglove]] - [[Barber]]<br><br />
[[Lady Shiver me Timbers]] - [[Apothecary]]<br><br />
--------------------------------<br />
<br />
== '''Ship Awards''' ==<br />
<br />
<br />
''== 2006 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
<br />
Second Place - Pickle Sucking (Giggles)<br />
<br />
Second Place - Charades<br />
<br />
''<br />
== 2007 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
<br />
Third Place -Three legged race (Hacksaw and Amelia Koch)<br />
<br />
Third Place - Tug of war<br />
<br />
== 2009 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
1st place -Ladies Arm Wrestling<br />
<br />
== 2010 Rogue Picnic ==''<br />
<br />
1st place Ladies Arm Wrestling<br />
<br />
1st place Frisbee Toss<br />
<br />
== 2010 Treasure Hunt Champs==<br />
<br />
== 2011 Rogue Picnic ==<br />
<br />
1st place Grenade Toss<br />
2nd place overall...<br />
<br />
==Ship Story==<br />
<br />
We had been at sea for about three months when we began to see black dots on the horizon following us. Soon we realized that they were ships of the Spanish Armada out searching for the Wolfsbane and its crew…<br />
<br />
Could it be the last port we were in had a problem with our Payment methods? So we took a couple of people hostage and held them for ransom…<br />
<br />
We gave them back when we were paid, and they were “relatively” unmolested and unharmed, well mostly. <br />
<br />
Or perhaps it was that ship a month or so ago that we aided by lightening their load… we graciously redistributed their booty to those who were in more need, and could pay our price. ... Who knows? Or maybe even that last village we visited; did they really think we would accept beads as payment for supplies? I mean come on we are pirates, not cheap jewelry makers. Silly Lubbers!<br />
<br />
The chase was on everywhere we traveled they were right behind us. At every turn they seemed to be slowly gaining. Sure we could out run one maybe even two but as the third showed up on our aft, we knew we would have to fight our way out. <br />
<br />
Captain Morgan decided he had enough of this watery cat and mouse game. We decided to stand our ground, and fight!<br />
<br />
The three ships kept trying to maneuver us into their trap. It had been three days of this little chess game without a check mate. Captain Morgan decided to make a daring move during the night and out maneuver the 3 ships of the Spanish Armada to end this stand off. It was decided to sacrifice our Queen in order win this stalemate. We rigged the Wolfsbane to explode, and sent her directly into those two ships that kept themselves too closely together. We knew they were trying to draw our attention away from the third ship which had been working into position on the far side of us in an attempt to catch us in the cross fire unaware. A few members of the crew readied the Wolfsbane for its final voyage, set the powder kegs and rum to ignite. Captain Morgan and the rest of the crew quietly loaded the row boats and began to move towards the third enemy ship. <br />
<br />
It was lucky for us that the night was moonless and the third Spanish ship was traveling with out any lighting. This darkness allowed Captain Morgan’s crew to circle around the ship and sneak up silently next to the ship. We got into position and caught them by surprise, just as the Wolfsbane exploded into the other two Spanish ships. With their attention on the explosion the Spanish soldiers never saw Captain Morgan and his crew until it was too late. What a beautiful send off it was for the Wolfsbane. It was so bright and so devastatingly successful in destroying the other ships. <br />
<br />
Check mate. <br />
<br />
Only one person was left alive aboard the Spanish ship. He was a prisoner we found below deck. Captain Morgan decided to christen his new ship the Crimson Storm, so named for all the red blood that flowed that night she was captured. <br />
<br />
The Crimson Storm set off for the Caribbean where we took part in a family reunion of sorts. As Captain Morgan’s brother Henry, was rather busy these days, we were invited to join in the Morgan family business of disbursing of rum to the colonies to supplement our endeavors. It only took a few trips before the Crew of the Crimson Storm, was also known as “Captain D. Morgan’s Rum Runners”.</div>
Darkstar