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Capt DaggezEber

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About Capt DaggezEber

  • Birthday 10/08/1972

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    http://www.angelfire.com/fang/daggaz
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  • Location
    Lawrenceville, Ga
  • Interests
    I have been role playing for 22 years now. I am a spl.fx artist and do demos at seasonal locations in Oct. I make and use realistic dragon puppets to entertain. I am a general artist and make my own props....though my sowing skills are a joke. I am a certified scuba diver, though I no longer own any gear. I love history and pirates have always been my intrest. I am also a pagan. I met my wife as Daggaz Eber the pirate at Fools War 1997(sca). As of June 10th, 2005 I am devourced. I needed to get back to my mind off things, so I gathered up a crew and we set off as pirates of the southern waters...the pirates of the Cursed ship, The StygianSun.
  1. When next she returns, Tempest finds Daggaz and his possessions gone.
  2. As the gaff hooks the scorched sailer and he is lifted some, bubbles a gurgles alert his vitalsto be keen still.
  3. The body starts to sink as the equipment on his belt threatens to pull him under.
  4. A howl like that of a wild beast more than of a man rings out from the warf. The sound of a man running on its creaking sagging boards gets louder as a flaming sailer runs toward the Ship! Sir William is almost knocked over by the blazing mariner as it jumps into the water with a "SSSSSSSSSSSSSS"! Sir William watches as the body rises slowly up...back first. Diego looks over the rail to see Daggaz Eber floating in the sea near the ship. His coat is a still smoking slightly and his hat sinks away into the depths.
  5. *Daggaz wakes to the bustle of ropes and talk in the Kate. He stumbles slightly from the Tatoo party last night. With a stagger and a coff, he pulls out his long pipe and heads into the pub. Squwinty-eyed and groggy he mumbles Scottish sailer jibberish and attempts to light the 12" mirshum stuffed into his bearded mug. Time seems to slow as the stickmatch sparks into flame. Tartuga Wench turns, sees the sleepy captain and her eyes betray a sudden realization of inpending disaster. Her words are lost in time as she starts" DDDAAGGUZZ, NNOOOO!" To late, as like a 12 pounder, the pipe ignites and then exploads into a ball of Rum fueled fire! The flames cover the Captain as his eyes precieve the heat and fire. Time again returns to speed as the now flaming Daggaz Howls in shock and pain and runs from Kates toward the Worf. Reaching the end of the boards, he plunges into the cool salty depths of the sea.
  6. *Outside Tsunami Kates the rain slowly drissols and the wind pulls at the door just enough to let a soft knock filter through the noisy place. The pyrate closest to the door starts to take another gulp of ale, when he hears a sqeak of a small wagonwheel and a heavy wheels on tember bumping noise. It grows ever closer as the pyrate puts his drink down and slowly reaches for a weapon. The wagon stops outside the door and i quickly opens. The pyrate soon relaxes when Captain Daggaz steps through the door.* "Greetings Sir William! I'm back from the "South of the Boarder Raids" and I've brought yee back some plunder!" *He turns and pulls a wheeled cart with a large keg in it in.* "I brought low a Frenchy filled with this!" *The keg says new Captain Morgan's BlackTattoo* "This is the best Jamacan Rum I've had in a time, Lad. I gives it to yee ta sample me new ware. Me ship is full. and so's aye!"
  7. *Daggaz finishes his drink and grabs a large trunk and heaves it to a shoulder. And walks over to Sir William.* Yelling over the music and dancing, "I wanted to pay me tab as I'm shippe'n out for the weekend. Eres me gold. Now I've gotta go finish packi'n the trunks on The Esmerelda." *He turns to leave and sees Merc.Wench. He then heaves down the heavy trunk and throws out an arm saying,* "Well, a Cap'n would be ashamed to leave without a single jig with a fine las and good song!"
  8. oh you poor soul. such a terrrible allergy as chocolate! i feel for you! i'll fill our tankard with your second choice and i'll have the same as ciaran. I am much to the apreciation, m'lady. I'll be hav'n the Port then.
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