NPC - Cerulean Crowe

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Cerulean Crowe
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"The white-haired swashbuckler dances from one of your crewmates to the next, slashing an arm here, a leg there, and firing her pistol at Long Carrow's beloved parrot. She leaps with both feet forward, slamming the Quartermaster over the rail and into the water.
    "'For Anderlae's sake! Someone grab her!'
    "But it's no use. Now she's halfway up the bloody mast."

Cerulean "Ceru" Crowe

Ceru is a Quelyan Human who longs to become a more competent warrior, sailor, and maybe an assassin. More than anything, she intends to return to Quelya and become a Pirate Hunter.

    She can be hired as part of a Green Crew, despite her combat expertise and knowledge of life at sea, her experience in space is extremely limited.

    She's a quick learner, though; and so long as the heroes don't resort to piracy, a highly loyal crewman.

    Cerulean was born on Quelya, just off the Isle of Erelan, where she was raised by her seagoing family until she was captured by the Predaeren and sold into slavery. Biding her time, she befriended the other slaves, and did what she could to survive until she managed to escape Tortuga in a small, one-woman boat. Since then, she has traveled from Ongmar to Lagos, on more ships than she can count.

    Cerulean has dedicated her life to the destruction of a single creature, the evil Captain Blacktooth, the Predaeren pirate and his crew, who sank her father's ship and killed her family. She has become a well-known thorn in the sides of the Predaeren Fleets; but her last outing left her half-dead and marooned on a small island in the South Sea.

    On Quelya, she can be recruited in Lagos (or wherever the Heroes are recruiting). Wherever she hires on, she is trying to earn a position on the Heroes' Spelljammer, reasoning that she can better fight her nemesis by pitting herself first against more, and more dangerous, foes - the types of which she's more likely to encounter in the Black - so she can return to the WorldSea and take out Blacktooth and every damn one of his Predaeren lackeys.


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