Amongst the Skulls and Shackles - A Pathfinder Campaign
Ambrose "Fishguts" Kroop
Most people think Ambrose “Fishguts” Kroop gets his
nickname from the stains on his apron or the contents of
his infamous stew, but few know he earned the sobriquet
as a competitive eater in the low bars of Port Peril. As
a young man, it was said that Kroop could eat more of
anything, and faster, than anyone. Folks still talk about
the night that Kroop devoured an entire bucket of boiled
eggs in the Salty Swab by the docks.
Kroop was trained as a professional chef at the Lobster’s
Armor, one of Port Peril’s most popular (and expensive)
restaurants, but when he was thrown out for inappropriate
behavior with his assistant, he ended up plying his
trade with several sailing vessels in the Shackles before
embarking on Captain Barnabas Harrigan’s Wormwood,
where he has served as ship’s cook for the past 3 years.
An affable fellow, Kroop loves his food, and has
more recently developed a taste for rum.
Kroop’s days begin with blearily handing out ship’s
biscuits to the crew on deck before retiring to the galley
to prepare the evening meal (almost always fish stew) in a
big pot. Then he cozies up with a bottle of rum (sometimes
mixed with raw eggs) and waits for the rest of the day to pass.
Nevertheless, Kroop is a skilled chef, though few of the crew
beyond the captain and his officers ever get the chance to
sample Kroop’s more palatable fare.
His only joy are his chickens. Kroop loves his poultry and
collects any rare breeds he comes across. 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
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. He’s had so many lashes that his back is like
tanned leather, and he claims to not even feel the bite
of the lash anymore. After 44 years in the school of
hard knocks, Kroop is a man who clearly cares little for
himself or what people think of him.