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I'm Scottish, born of Clan Frazier, and have a tendency to separate a man from his gold with out even trying. The clan of Frasier is known for its brushes with authority in one vain or another, and for the men especially when they wear a silk skirt. | I'm Scottish, born of Clan Frazier, and have a tendency to separate a man from his gold with out even trying. The clan of Frasier is known for its brushes with authority in one vain or another, and for the men especially when they wear a silk skirt. | ||
| − | As is custom my father arranged my marriage to the son of the head of the Moffett clan. It was very good match as far as my father was concerned, but he was not a good husband. He was good for one thing; he gave me a | + | As is custom my father arranged my marriage to the son of the head of the Moffett clan. It was very good match as far as my father was concerned, but he was not a good husband. He was good for one thing; he gave me a daughter and a son. So one dark night, after years of unhappiness and torment, I fought back, murdered my unfaithful husband. |
| − | As it would happen, my brother | + | As it would happen, my brother Jereth was passing through town on that fateful night. He was fleeing persecution of his own. He helped with disposing of the body and covering my tracks. Being experienced and able to the task he was happy to help me in my hour of need. Leaving with little more than the clothes on our backs, and all of my husbands gold, Jereth, my children and I crept through the blackness and beauty of Scotland to the nearest port. From there we booked passage to the country of Ireland. With a bit of creative conversation and subtle seduction I was able to barter passage for my brother, my children and myself to the New World. |
| − | I helped in the galley with my daughter, and befriended a young woman named | + | I helped in the galley with my daughter, and befriended a young woman named Mouse who was proving useful with the sea sickness, as well as “Princess” another woman fed up with the ignorance and ineptitude of men. The captain of this vessel was easily manipulated, one of my favorite traits in a mark. My brother Jareth and son Rex as cabin boy on deck also made alliances. Even evading possible discovery and capture at one point when a man of law was aboard. |
| − | Half way to the new world our ship was taken by a pirate by the name of | + | Half way to the new world our ship was taken by a pirate by the name of Captain Moon. He gave us an option of joining or being sent to the deep. Of course we made ourselves useful. We reached a small unknown Isle and I fell in love with solid land once again. This was where I wanted to stay. There was a sheltered bay to build a harbor, fertile ground for growing food, good grazing land on the hill sides, and most importantly the perfect place for her house. The, by then, enamored Captain Moon gifted supplies and a bit of crew for labor to start a small port and settlement. |
| − | Now we reside in safety on the | + | Now we reside in safety on the Isle of Lost Grace. With our growing community |
we are now mostly self sufficient and thriving. There are services and facilities for recreation of most any kind, either of the mind or body. If you should fall victim to evil spirits or the clap there is one whom can serve you, so you can be serviced. No reservations, licenses, or reading skills required. One and all are welcome. All things will come those who pay the right price! | we are now mostly self sufficient and thriving. There are services and facilities for recreation of most any kind, either of the mind or body. If you should fall victim to evil spirits or the clap there is one whom can serve you, so you can be serviced. No reservations, licenses, or reading skills required. One and all are welcome. All things will come those who pay the right price! | ||
* *(We reserve the right to run you through or anything else we desire should you offend our delicate female sensibilities. Kiss, kiss.) | * *(We reserve the right to run you through or anything else we desire should you offend our delicate female sensibilities. Kiss, kiss.) | ||
Revision as of 10:16, 28 March 2007
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I'm Madam Cricket, AKA Cricket to my friends and family, Madam to my acquaintances and Madam Cricket to those soon to be disposed of in Davey Jones’s locker.
I'm Scottish, born of Clan Frazier, and have a tendency to separate a man from his gold with out even trying. The clan of Frasier is known for its brushes with authority in one vain or another, and for the men especially when they wear a silk skirt.
As is custom my father arranged my marriage to the son of the head of the Moffett clan. It was very good match as far as my father was concerned, but he was not a good husband. He was good for one thing; he gave me a daughter and a son. So one dark night, after years of unhappiness and torment, I fought back, murdered my unfaithful husband.
As it would happen, my brother Jereth was passing through town on that fateful night. He was fleeing persecution of his own. He helped with disposing of the body and covering my tracks. Being experienced and able to the task he was happy to help me in my hour of need. Leaving with little more than the clothes on our backs, and all of my husbands gold, Jereth, my children and I crept through the blackness and beauty of Scotland to the nearest port. From there we booked passage to the country of Ireland. With a bit of creative conversation and subtle seduction I was able to barter passage for my brother, my children and myself to the New World.
I helped in the galley with my daughter, and befriended a young woman named Mouse who was proving useful with the sea sickness, as well as “Princess” another woman fed up with the ignorance and ineptitude of men. The captain of this vessel was easily manipulated, one of my favorite traits in a mark. My brother Jareth and son Rex as cabin boy on deck also made alliances. Even evading possible discovery and capture at one point when a man of law was aboard.
Half way to the new world our ship was taken by a pirate by the name of Captain Moon. He gave us an option of joining or being sent to the deep. Of course we made ourselves useful. We reached a small unknown Isle and I fell in love with solid land once again. This was where I wanted to stay. There was a sheltered bay to build a harbor, fertile ground for growing food, good grazing land on the hill sides, and most importantly the perfect place for her house. The, by then, enamored Captain Moon gifted supplies and a bit of crew for labor to start a small port and settlement.
Now we reside in safety on the Isle of Lost Grace. With our growing community we are now mostly self sufficient and thriving. There are services and facilities for recreation of most any kind, either of the mind or body. If you should fall victim to evil spirits or the clap there is one whom can serve you, so you can be serviced. No reservations, licenses, or reading skills required. One and all are welcome. All things will come those who pay the right price!
- *(We reserve the right to run you through or anything else we desire should you offend our delicate female sensibilities. Kiss, kiss.)
