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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Redbadge" data-source="post: 5980298" data-attributes="member: 61463">Oathday, 19 Desnus, 4712 AR (16:21:00) Main Deck, The Wormwood, Unknown Waters, Off the Coast of Garund, Inner Sea Region, GolarionRosie is none too pleased to see you initially, as you are obviously experiencing the brunt of the officers' vitriol. However, your charm still allows you to win a new potential ally.[sblock=Rosie Cusswell]Short but fierce, Rosie Cusswell has more muscles than most of the crew, and a fouler mouth than all of them put together. Rosie is from Port Peril, and like you was impressed onto the Wormwood’s crew. She has been on board 3 days and has already made her mark by threatening to chop off the hand of anyone who messes with her with her beloved handaxe. She has a healthy hatred of Mr. Plugg and Master Scourge, who did not take her threats kindly. Rosie loathes the attention of Conchobhar Shortstone, but secretly quite likes his style.<img src="http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/759781/Rosie_Cusswell.JPG" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[/sblock][sblock=Ding!]Rosie is now friendly![/sblock]As you are winding down your conversation, Rosie has a request for you, "I was able to get me damn handaxe back, and these arseheads won't be touching it again lest I chop their rotten sausages off." She looks forlorn, but continues with a profanity laced tirade, "I can't talk the flea-infested orc-bi'ch into giving me f---n' fiddle back. If you get a chance with that ----- tongue of ----- of yours you can ----- -----. Maybe then she'll ----- give me the ------ ------ of ------- in ------ my ----- fiddle." With that, she storms off.</blockquote>

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