Skulls & Shackles [Pathfinder]
Ambrose "Fishguts" Kroop
Drunk, but loveable, Cook who loves chickens
Ambrose “Fishguts” Kroop, although technically an office aboard the Wormwood, has more in common with the crew then his fellow officers. An affable fellow, Kroop loves his food, and has more recently developed a taste for rum, a habit that’s only encouraged by Cut-Throat Grok, the Wormwood’s quartermaster and Kroop’s best friend aboard the ship. Kroop is one of the longest standing officers, having been on the ship for over 3 years.
Kroop is a large, some would say fat, man, weighing well over 200 pounds and standing only 5 feet tall. He exudes an air of neglect, perhaps even despair, from the bushy tufts of black hair behind his ears, to his rotting teeth, to the stains on his filthy apron. He walks with
a wallowing waddle, particularly when drunk, but is capable of surprising acts of strength. Kroop talks with a thick Shackles accent, which some people find hard to follow. Kroop’s favorite bird, a large black cockerel named Black-Hearted Bezebel, often perches on the cook’s shoulder and even talks to him, or so Kroop occasionally drunkenly claims.
Recently began a friendship with his Cook’s Mate, Cadmus, and considers him his “Third Best Friend. Behind Cut-Throat and Bezebel, of course!”
After drunkenly passing out during the raid on the Rhadoumi Merchant ship, the party finds Ambrose as the only other soul aboard the Wormwood after their coup. After the initial shock and worry hit him, he pressed upon the party the need to Squib the ship to help avoid Barnabas Harrigan‘s wrath. He suggested going to Rickety Squib’s, and outfit not widely known within The Shackles and who’s name sake is a friend of his.
After the party agreed, however, they found themselves run aground and without water on a nameless island. The party agreed to explore the Island as Ambrose works on make the boat, at least, seaworthy.
“Fishguts” might once have been a famous chef at that fancy place in Port Peril, but now all he cooks is fishgut stew. He’s so pickled in rum now, bilgewater is
all he can make.
and vanished, that one, like he was spirited away, or maybe dropped in a pot…
Kroop was so drunk once that he bet his life in a game with the captain, and now he’s little more than Harrigan’s slave.