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I submit Kiddobunckle for consideration.

He was originally made for different S&S PbP game but did not make it.

There is some stuff form ARG (alternative racial traits) and has archetype Archeologist (basicaly a cross between bard and rogue). Although the archetype is not nautical, it should well suit to a game centered in Shackles.

Please let me know if anything needs changing.

Bon voyage to all selected!

Kiddobunckle rises his mug
A toast to the valiant and smart Captain Bravo!
That was a good one, Master Dwarf.

I have a feeling my friend Chumtooth is quite fed up with stories about whales. And if you see any children here you should have your eyesight checked. Maybe Mr. Sawbones over there may be able to help you.

It also brings to mind the tale of two sailors meeting at a dockside tavern after long time on the sea.
“I have something with my eyesight, I see spots” says the first.
“And have you seen a healer?” asks the second.
“No, just spots…”

Kiddobuckle stares at the human with innocent look.

Oh, whaling must be a smelly and meaty enterprise, my dear Chumtooth. But it sure requires bravery and skill, says the gnome. I better stay on the good side of this guy, would not want to have a disagreement with someone this fearsome looking.

Drinking last of the ale Kiddobunckle turns to the barkeep and places another coin in front of him. Another pint of ale, please.

His eye fall on the incomplete dwarf, he grins as he suddenly remembers something.
Well, Chumtooth, seeing our dwarven friend here, I just remembered a story of a most unfortunate ship cook. I hope the dwarf will not mind me telling as it concerns peg leg, hook hand and an eye patch, Kiddobunckle smiles apologetically at the dwarf.

As the story goes, Captain Dishcave was taking on extra crew for a voyage to Sargava. He liked to recruit personally and was sat at a small desk on the quayside at Cassomir in Taldor. He was questioning a fifty-year old sea cook who had a wooden leg, an eye patch and a hook at the end of his left arm.
“So how did you lose your leg?” he asked the old salt. “We was sailin’ round the Eye of Abendego in a great swell and I fell overboard. A shark ‘ad me leg before me mates hauled me out of the water!”
“I see”, said Dishcave, “and what about your hand?” he pointed to the hook. “We was attackin’ a slaver –swords a-swingin’ and blow me if one of me own didn’t cut me ‘and off by accident!”
“Well that was unfortunate. Tell me how did you manage to lose an eye?” asked an amused Dishcave. “It was a seagull droppin’ that caused that sir”, said the sailor, almost apologetically. “A seagull dropping caused you to lose an eye? That’s amazing!” said the captain.
“Aye, well it was me first day with the hook!” answered the unfortunate man.

Kiddobunckle sips his ale, watching how the tale is received. There sure should be a moral in that story somewhere. Beware the seagull droppings is probably not it.

Oh yes, my savage friend, I travelled far and wide and know many a tale of distant lands, strange creatures, brave warriors and high adventure. I would be more than happy to share them with you. Just let me drink a pint or two of the good ale here, my throat is quite dry after the journey. In the meantime, how shall I call you, my friend?

A gnome enters the tavern and surveys the establishment.

Hmm, hmm, “If you want the map, come to the Formidably Maid tavern, I will find you there”, the note said. Great, how shall he find me? Not that there is overabundance of gnomes here, hi, hi. Maybe I should get the attention of the crowd, just to make sure…

He makes his way to the bar Excuse me, sir, excuse me, sir and puts a coin in front of the barkeep A pint of ale please, I am gonna be quite thirsty after this.

Than he hops on the bar, grins cheerfully and waves his hands above his head to get the attention.

Dear gentlemen, and gentle savage he winks at the pointy toothed man I would just like to let you all know I am here. The name is Kiddobunckle, an explorer of some renowned, and I am sure one of you has something for me here. So here I am, ready to make a deal. I will be at the bar here, enjoying what passes for good ale in this nice tavern. Thank you for your attention!

Kiddobunckle looks around the room one last time if anybody seems to want to talk to him and jumps down to drink his ale.

I would like to try my (or his) luck with a cheerful gnome explorer Kiddobunckle...