♥ The following are the actual accounts of Kehle's fictional pirate characters from the online game, Puzzle Pirates.
♥ Unless started otherwise, all adventures are on Meridian Ocean.
♥ This blog can be graphic heavy and there really isn't a point in trying to read it if you can't see the images.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Spider Lure [Ara]
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
U Gif Meh Poez [Ara]
Monday, August 20, 2007
Kar Thief
Started the day off nice, with a bribe. What pirate doesn’t want to begin her day like that?
Then I went to the tailor stall where I had a little trouble from Slayergurl and had to plank her. She came right back in though.
Then we got into a contest to see who could dress the craziest using the clothes on the rack. I won.
Luvi came to visit and we all had more fun playing with the clothes on the rack by dressing alike.
I met some new prey. . .I mean mates. I like them, which some might say is bad for them. I assured them that I am to be trusted however. You can trust me, I’m a pirate!
Then we went on a pillage so Joly could show her love for rocks once more.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
It's Tikao's Fault
Someone asked how much the Alantean Conchs were selling for. I told them I didn’t know, but that Milkchan had one and a real pirate would just take if it they wanted it. Milkchan then said she was going to rip off my legs. That’s not very nice.
I went to where Milkchan was because she’s so pretty and I want to be just like her, but the room was so full of pirates I couldn’t move. I took out my stick and started whacking away until the room cleared out a little. I then challenged Tikao by whacking her with my stick too, but she whacked back even harder. I guess I’ll continue to take orders from her until the day I can defeat her. Then I’ll know that it’s time to mutiny and rise up against her.
Then I followed Milkchan around some more just to look at her. If she finds it creepy, I’d like to take this time to note that Tikao is my captain and therefore responsible for me and all my actions.
I went to where Milkchan was because she’s so pretty and I want to be just like her, but the room was so full of pirates I couldn’t move. I took out my stick and started whacking away until the room cleared out a little. I then challenged Tikao by whacking her with my stick too, but she whacked back even harder. I guess I’ll continue to take orders from her until the day I can defeat her. Then I’ll know that it’s time to mutiny and rise up against her.
Then I followed Milkchan around some more just to look at her. If she finds it creepy, I’d like to take this time to note that Tikao is my captain and therefore responsible for me and all my actions.
Story Time
Kreselda went on the blockade today, the event blockade on Tigerleaf Moutain. She sank a few times.
She also helped a random greenie who couldn’t get anyone else to answer her, and she can’t even go on duty.
I found Torm hiding in the crowd on the docks and attacked him with a hug. Then the poker tables called him and he ran to the inn. I always did have trouble keeping him at home because of those tables. That’s why I’d bought a poker table you know? To keep Tormenter at home. But during his time away I’ve sold the manor and the poker table is now at the mansion on Tigerleaf.
It was much later that I heard a cry from Oceanus. . .something about being bored and wanting stories to read. So I rushed to home to the mansion and up to my desk where I wrote him a little something about what happened on my summer vacation.
The day had been hot and Rami was happy when the sun finally began it’s descent beyond the horizon. She’d enjoyed a fun day lazing on the beach. It was the start of a wonderful summer vacation. She stood to gather her things but in the bushes of the island she spotted something from the corner of her eye. Turnning to face this new thing she saw lingering in the shadows a single skellie. She reached for her sword, but instead of the cool metal of her stiletto her hand instead wrapped around wood. She cursed her bad luck and bad habit of not carrying her sword with her.
The skellie started forward out of the bushes and Rami made a sound like a scared bunny as she turned and darted down the beach a bit. She looked over her shoulder and saw the skellie had stopped by her crate of limes and picked one up. She thought this odd and watched to see what it would do next, but instead of going away it stared at her with it’s empty eyes and then came toward her once more. She turned to run but tripped on a rock. The skellie was right on top of her reaching out for her.
“What do you want?”
“The salt.” The skellie replied. “For the lime.”
“But you’re dead.”
“It’s for me mother.”
And that’s how Rami spent her summer vacation and lost her brigand king salt shaker trinket.
I was still in the mansion after having sent the story when Sam came in. I was going to go lock myself in the bathroom and pretend not to be home, but then I remembered we didn’t have a bathroom. So I went out to the yard and went behind the palm tree. Slayer stood guard for me so Sam wouldn’t walk in on me.
Torm knocked on the door, but I had do not disturb on and didn’t hear his knock. He sent me a tell and I rushed out when I realized it, but he was gone. . .again. Maybe I should make use of that cage outside the door, or my chains down in the dungeon. I’ve always told everyone that skellie on them was Torm. Maybe I should make an honest pirate of myself and really put him in them, then let’s see how far he can get.
She also helped a random greenie who couldn’t get anyone else to answer her, and she can’t even go on duty.
I found Torm hiding in the crowd on the docks and attacked him with a hug. Then the poker tables called him and he ran to the inn. I always did have trouble keeping him at home because of those tables. That’s why I’d bought a poker table you know? To keep Tormenter at home. But during his time away I’ve sold the manor and the poker table is now at the mansion on Tigerleaf.
It was much later that I heard a cry from Oceanus. . .something about being bored and wanting stories to read. So I rushed to home to the mansion and up to my desk where I wrote him a little something about what happened on my summer vacation.
The day had been hot and Rami was happy when the sun finally began it’s descent beyond the horizon. She’d enjoyed a fun day lazing on the beach. It was the start of a wonderful summer vacation. She stood to gather her things but in the bushes of the island she spotted something from the corner of her eye. Turnning to face this new thing she saw lingering in the shadows a single skellie. She reached for her sword, but instead of the cool metal of her stiletto her hand instead wrapped around wood. She cursed her bad luck and bad habit of not carrying her sword with her.
The skellie started forward out of the bushes and Rami made a sound like a scared bunny as she turned and darted down the beach a bit. She looked over her shoulder and saw the skellie had stopped by her crate of limes and picked one up. She thought this odd and watched to see what it would do next, but instead of going away it stared at her with it’s empty eyes and then came toward her once more. She turned to run but tripped on a rock. The skellie was right on top of her reaching out for her.
“What do you want?”
“The salt.” The skellie replied. “For the lime.”
“But you’re dead.”
“It’s for me mother.”
And that’s how Rami spent her summer vacation and lost her brigand king salt shaker trinket.
I was still in the mansion after having sent the story when Sam came in. I was going to go lock myself in the bathroom and pretend not to be home, but then I remembered we didn’t have a bathroom. So I went out to the yard and went behind the palm tree. Slayer stood guard for me so Sam wouldn’t walk in on me.
Torm knocked on the door, but I had do not disturb on and didn’t hear his knock. He sent me a tell and I rushed out when I realized it, but he was gone. . .again. Maybe I should make use of that cage outside the door, or my chains down in the dungeon. I’ve always told everyone that skellie on them was Torm. Maybe I should make an honest pirate of myself and really put him in them, then let’s see how far he can get.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Changing Tides
We had a crew meeting to discuss how everyone felt and what we should do. These people are my closest friends on the ocean and have never let me down. I have to go where they go. At least until my heart tugs me in a different direction, but as for now, it goes with them.
Then I joined a tournament and lost.
Then I joined a tournament and lost.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Memories of My Heart
Well the day started with me going to the tailor stall on Tigerleaf and finding that the workers had finished the top for my gypsy outfit while I slept. Guess this means the flogging can stop now. Good work, laborers.
While there I had to console Joly who’s feeling a little guilty about leaving Imperial Coalition. But I think that’s more common among those of us leaving then realized. We’ve been weighing our pros and cons for a long time and have had both reasons to go and reasons to stay. We’ve been teetering on the edge for awhile unable to make that decision, but only talk about it. That is until one of us received a little shove and stopped teetering. The rest of us followed.
I don’t think any of us hold any animosity toward Imperial Coalition and there’s not one concrete answer as to why we left. We each had our own different reasons or collection of reasons. Over the last year I’ve voiced every single one of them until the day I was told an officer’s opinion didn’t count. Then I only voiced what I was truly passionate about. I’ve given up on being heard. However I will still be there when Imperial Coalition needs me. (I still have an alt as officer in the flag) IC was my first home on the ocean. But as all eventually do, I must leave my family and see if there’s something better for me out there.
Then I found Rato also dressed like a gypsy.
Then I went and played in a blockade with Morrowind. Oh yeah, Loki, Joly, and Slayer were there too.
Later I went home and beat my daughter with a stick. She struck out at me wildly and got lucky. . . really lucky. It was a fluke though and she’s yet to recreate the event.
Loki tried to tell Slayer that Joly and I were with him and talking bad about Slayer, but she just laughed at him and told him she was the one that was with me. Nice try Loki. Better luck next time. Maybe in the future you’ll do a /who before making up stories?
I then went out with Morrowind once more. This time on a brigand king hunt. I haven’t been on one in awhile, but I do so love to go on them. We fought a ship full of pirates first and won. Everything seemed to be going well. Then ship after ship after ship we looked and looked and couldn’t find a brigand king. When we finally found one, he got away. We looked a little longer after that but then gave up and headed to port. Luck just wasn’t with us.
Slayer stopped by the tailor stall and watched me beat up my daughter some more.
I was invited to go out with Dark Horizon and took that offer. Tormentor was there. He ran away from me over a year ago and has been hiding. I heard rumors he was captured by ninja spies or abducted by aliens, but I don’t believe any of those. One day he left the house to go get some milk and he never came back. He asked if I had forgotten him, but I told him that he haunts the memories of my heart and can not be forgotten.
While there I had to console Joly who’s feeling a little guilty about leaving Imperial Coalition. But I think that’s more common among those of us leaving then realized. We’ve been weighing our pros and cons for a long time and have had both reasons to go and reasons to stay. We’ve been teetering on the edge for awhile unable to make that decision, but only talk about it. That is until one of us received a little shove and stopped teetering. The rest of us followed.
I don’t think any of us hold any animosity toward Imperial Coalition and there’s not one concrete answer as to why we left. We each had our own different reasons or collection of reasons. Over the last year I’ve voiced every single one of them until the day I was told an officer’s opinion didn’t count. Then I only voiced what I was truly passionate about. I’ve given up on being heard. However I will still be there when Imperial Coalition needs me. (I still have an alt as officer in the flag) IC was my first home on the ocean. But as all eventually do, I must leave my family and see if there’s something better for me out there.
Then I found Rato also dressed like a gypsy.
Then I went and played in a blockade with Morrowind. Oh yeah, Loki, Joly, and Slayer were there too.
Later I went home and beat my daughter with a stick. She struck out at me wildly and got lucky. . . really lucky. It was a fluke though and she’s yet to recreate the event.
Loki tried to tell Slayer that Joly and I were with him and talking bad about Slayer, but she just laughed at him and told him she was the one that was with me. Nice try Loki. Better luck next time. Maybe in the future you’ll do a /who before making up stories?
I then went out with Morrowind once more. This time on a brigand king hunt. I haven’t been on one in awhile, but I do so love to go on them. We fought a ship full of pirates first and won. Everything seemed to be going well. Then ship after ship after ship we looked and looked and couldn’t find a brigand king. When we finally found one, he got away. We looked a little longer after that but then gave up and headed to port. Luck just wasn’t with us.
Slayer stopped by the tailor stall and watched me beat up my daughter some more.
I was invited to go out with Dark Horizon and took that offer. Tormentor was there. He ran away from me over a year ago and has been hiding. I heard rumors he was captured by ninja spies or abducted by aliens, but I don’t believe any of those. One day he left the house to go get some milk and he never came back. He asked if I had forgotten him, but I told him that he haunts the memories of my heart and can not be forgotten.
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