Kilt Puppet
| Name: | Kilt Puppet |
| Location: | The Harbour |
| Rank:
Puppet Master (Navigator)
Skills and Knowledge2008 Passed testing for Navigator position of the Sun God. 2007
The Sun God - Passed Bells test Noted Favors and Awards2009 Spitfire - Personal Favor pouch. Captain Morgan - Favor for participating in the art auction. 2008 Rogues Poker Tourney 2008 - Gold Medal - Second place overall, first place of Rogues Daphne TartNSweet & Stalkie McGroper - Gold coin, for One year of sobreity. Spitfire - Personal Favor Horni - Personal Favor Patience Galore - Personal Favor, for helping out. Captain Muttq - Regiment Coin, for sobreity. 2007 Commodore Hawk - Compass, welcome to the Rogues Kaushunn - Cthulhu, for SnF service Vindorein - Tea Kettle, for 196 days sober Fin - Dealer Favor, for SnF Poker Tourney help Prince Charming - Knight of Charming favor Rogues Picnic 2007 Frisbee Toss 1st Place - Charades 1st Place
Commodore Hawk - Favor for helping cleanup Madam Cricket - Favor for helping cleanup Captain Full Moon - Favor for helping cleanup Captain Muttq - Favor for helping out BiographyA man lay, battered and beaten. His skin is weathered and burned, as only the sea can create. Behind him, a faltering path of footsteps across a windswept beach. The sands stained of blood where the man lays. In his right hand, a flintlock, it's load discharged. About his shoulder, a sheathe for a cutlass. Empty. The waves crash against the figure again and again, the salt water cleansing the body, even as it slowly kills him. Two figures along the beach. One, Stalkie McGroper, Bosun of the Sun God. The second, one Lady Merlot, Scribe of the Rising. Both obviously drunk, and both in low spirits. They pass the body without a second glance. Or maybe one glance. The one named Stalkie turns around. "No, it can't be." He starts to continue his walk, but stops and turns around. "He wouldn't be that stupid, would he?" Merlot's eyebrows raise from under her hat. "Friend?" "Aye." Like a sack of potatoes, the man name Stalkie picks up the unconscious man, unceremoniously throwing him over his shoulder. "Be a love and grab his flintlock, would you? And his 'at too. Can't go without that...." Without another word, the two turn, continuing their trek through the beach.
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