New Troop: Bonnie Rose

A tale by Lil’ Johnny Bronze…

Many years ago, Bonnie Rose were the first mate on me ship, and a finer first mate I’ve ne’er had!
Once, we were in a storm, the likes as would tear the tentacles off a Kraken.
Fearless as a rabid Raksha, she scales the mast to get a look at the weather.
Nary a minute later, a rogue wave hits the side o’ the ship, and knocks her clean off the mast.
She crashes down through the main deck, through the mess hall, and into me quarters.
I be thinkin’ she’s dead, but she just stands up and dusts herself off.
I says, “Bonnie, me girl, are ye hurt?”
And she looks me straight in the eye an’ says “Nay, Cap’n, I’ve been through hardships before!”

New Troop: Mimic

Another tale by Lil’ Johnny Bronze…

The Barkeeper asked us why we were a-carryin’ weapons into the bar.
I says “Mimics”
The barkeeper laughed.
Me crew laughed.
The table laughed.
We killed the table.
‘Twas good times, aye!