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| − | [[Image:stalkiemcgroper.jpg|frame|left|Stalkie McGroper]] | + | see [[Stalkie McGroper]] |
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| − | | [[Hospice]] Member -
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| − | ==Noted Favors and Awards==
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| − | '''2005'''
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| − | [[Captain Hawk]] - Favor for being there
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| − | '''2006'''
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| − | [[Commodore Amon]] - Favor for organization of the first Paintball/nondrinking event
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| − | [[Madam Cricket]] - Favor for helping cleanup
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| − | [[Captain Moon]] - Favor for helping cleanup
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| − | [[Captain Muttq]] - Favor for helping out
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| − | [[Captain Morgan]] - Favor for helping out
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| − | [[The Sun God]] - [[Rummy]] for 2006 duties
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| − | == Biography==
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| − | I'm Stalkie McGroper, AKA Mikey to my friends and family, Mike to my acquaintences and Michael to those soon to be disposed of on a cold mountain road.
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| − | I'm Scottish, born of Clan Cameron, and have a tendency to mock the English when i can. Being as my father's abandonment at 8 by his english name donor of a father, it left a sore spot in my upbringing. The Camerons are known as a Military Clan, and my 4 brothers and I were raised as such.
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| − | I stepped back out of my impending service, and hit the road freelance to seek my fortune by the sword, blade and pistol.
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| − | For many years I served as a mercinary for hire, fighting in Northern wastes, or smuggling in humid swamps and mires of Southern Seas stumbling though opium dens or brothels when not claiming my pay.
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| − | After collecting payment for a bounty for the sultan, Al-Azid, I set out for a night of drunken debauchery. This is where I met the [[Master of Assassins]], Jereth, outside a dark Harem in Constantinople. He was a few coins short for admission and promised me a few drinks inside in exchange for this. As i was just freshly paid and the thought of a few drinks and some conversation to pass the time sounded perfect. so i accepted the offer.
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| − | I discovered that he was very passionate about his training by fighting monks and the tales of past battles amused me. He told me of his homeland, an Island in the warm western sea and invited me to visit it with him. As beautiful as it sounded i had other matters to attend to for my wanderlust was not yet satisfied.
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| − | As he set off i saw him board a vessel named [[The Raging Saint Mae]], with the most beautiful captain i've ever seen standing stoic and strong bracing against the wind from the forecastle. A powerful crew tended thier duties, racing between line and tackle, or scaling the rigging to take position at the lines to release the sails from thier security like white billowy hounds barking to the end of thier leash. The ship's [[master gunner]] stepped from the quarter deck after depositing shot by the swivel gun as a giant of a man rose to meet him with a keg of powder. I'd never seen a finer vessel.
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| − | Apparently he said he catches a ride between bounties and that they were all of the same cut of cloth. Pirates, vrijbuiters and even a few english privateers all banding with an assassin? the idea was laughable. but it got even more surreal. He explained there was the Madam's House, a Thieve's Guild, thier own private Harbour as well as several powerful ships in the fleet.
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| − | I made my mark on this ship as a seaman and was told we were setting sail for the haven of [[Eilean er Coayl Grayse]] .
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| − | I learned quickly to step to when ordered, and hold fast when needed. I assisted [[Captain Hawk]] with whatever duties she needed done to the best of my ability as she explained to me that many of her crew were foriegners or left back at port to be picked up later. Soon i rose to the rank of [[Bosun]] thus taking charge of the ship's lines, anchors and crews.
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| − | As it turned out there was much discontent with the group, not due to the leadership, but to the boredom that can rake a deck of morale worse than any broadside. [[Father Gooey]] the ship's pilot ,suggested a game of blanks. When all looked puzzled I explained that we load our pistols with nothing but powder and fake duel with each other for sport and the loser "plays dead". The crew looked a bit baffled but went along with it despite thier caution. And they had a grand time.
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| − | Whilst at sea we came face to face with a gale of such magnitude many of our crew were lost, drug off the decks and swept out to sea. Many of the crew thought us completely lost and once losing the will to fight chose to end thir lives by jumping from the craft almost happily dissappearing in the angry waves.
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| − | Little did I know tailing us was another craft [[The Wolfsbane]] that picked up those members so they wern't lost. As the storm cleared they hailed us and I met [[Captain Morgan]]. He was hearty man with a salt and pepper beard and a big grin. As it turned out they were one of the members of the fleet that Jereth had spoke of.
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| − | The members that had jumped from the deck of the Raging St Mae decided to stay under Captain Morgan's command. This was baffling to me that in such a chaotic band of rogues, that there was free will, choice and democracy.
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| − | This was never allowed anywhere else i had encountered. Not even in the brothels and harems from which i came.
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| − | Dinner was served of a massive egg dish that was like an omelette liberally drenched in rum. The size was immense, dozens and dozens of eggs must have comprised this dish, to which [[Captain Morgan]] laughed and told us the story of the merchant vessel they had just scuttled that was taking provisions to Curacao. We all consumed our fill had a boisterous toast and soon were on our way.
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| − | 5 months passed and I saw a shape on the western horizon was silhouetted by the setting sun. Upon seeing my smile Jereth leaned to me and said,
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| − | "There it is brother. [[Eilean er Coayl Grayse]]!"
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| − | --To Be Cont'd--
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