This month brings us a trio of scurvy sea dogs, seasoned with a bit of culture.
A little dance, a little verse, and away we go.
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- Rog Hospers (Stalwart Sailor)
He's a good man to have at your back when he's sober, but woe unto you if he gets some rum in him.
He'll be three sheets to the wind and dancing Swan Lake before you can say, "Not much tolerance for
alcohol for a man his weight."
Despite his peg-leg and his chronic lack of rhythm, he pirouettes, leaps, and expects his mates
to catch him. Oof!
- Mister Wylde (Brooding Loner)
Noone knows where he came from, and noone has ever seen his face.
Some of the crew have whispered that he writes poetry
and keeps it hidden with his share of the booty.
Some of the crew have lost fingers to him in
duels, too, and these tend to be the same ones as did the whispering.
Perhaps he's the missing son of some noble family, well enough
known that the family resemblance would be recognized. Crewmen
keep these speculations to themselves if they'd
like to keep all their fingers.
- Pico Bagelsmith (Halfling Pirate)
He left home in search of adventure and discovered two things about himself:
a weakness for human women and a fondness for rum. Now he can never go back
to the staid halfling life.
In case you'd like to run your pirates quicker and dirtier, use the following to
jumpstart the salty role-playing.
Table 1: Pirate Utterance Table
|1||Arr!||Your money or your life!|
|2||Arr!!!||OK, your life then!|
|3||Arr...||Pirating is itchy work...|
|5||Arr?||Does this eye-patch make me look fat?|
|6||Brr.||It's cold out here.|
Table 2: Pirate R&R Action Table
|1||Polish prosthetic. If you don't have a prosthetic, get one.|
|3||Gamble, prefereably by rolling the bones of fallen foes.|
|4||Drink, preferably rum.|
|6||Make someone walk the plank.|