<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tinyviking.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Taavia Perkele</strong></span><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Dwarf<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Skald<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vitals</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <strong>Hit Points:</strong> 50/50<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong> 22<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +3 | <em>Will:</em> +4 | (+3 save vs. spells, spell-like abilities, and poison)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception:</strong> +6 (+8 for stone  and metalwork; automatically rolls to detect doors)<br/><strong>Raging Song:</strong> 14/14<br/><strong>Spells:</strong> <em>Level One:</em>: 5 | <em>Level Two:</em> 3</div></div><hr/><br/>Specifically, naked female dwarf looks... pretty good, at least in Taavia's case. Firm muscles, high, full breasts with fair pink caps, and round hips leading to strong, well-shaped legs. Long blonde hair falls in waves to a point just below her buttocks, and apparently that<em>is</em>her natural color. Her fair skin is marred by a few scars here and there, the most notable a fairly deep furrow on her left hip, an axe wound from the look of it. Despite rumors, there's no signs of a beard, though she's definitely a dwarf in stature - only four-foot one, and her curves, musculature and solid stance give her the appearance of being a little broader than she actually is.<br/><br/><strong>"Right. Other chests, then."</strong>she notes, as she entered the room and well, noticed the other chests. She rested her knuckles on her hips as she eyeballed each with sharp hazel-green eyes. it takes a few kicks and thumps to finally find the one with her gear, and she signs in relief as she pulls it all out; There is indeed that breastplate, together with a fine linen shirt and supple leather bodice trimmed in white fur of some sort, to go with the pants and fur-wrapped boots. She pulls these on before securing the breastplate, giving the polished steel a good thump with her fist to check how secure it is. A heavy woolen cloak, th inside lined with green satin, the outside covered with strips of cedarbark stitched onto it, is tossed over her shoulder. Lastly, and most importantly by how reverently she lifts it, is a large bearded axe, the head etched with scenes of dwarven battles with giants, the riveted fitting extending halfway down the dark wooden haft, to the ugly grey hide wrapped around its grip.<br/><br/>A few bits and bobs - a lumpy rucksack, a tightly-secured scroll case, and other odds and ends are secured before she looks to the human with a grin.<strong>"Yer ankles are safe, don't you go worrying. I've got my eye on 'em."</strong>She shifts the axe to her left hand, wielding the heavy-looking thing with ease, and steps back out into the main room, her eyes squinting a bit. Two fragile-looking women, the man with his metal toothpick, and a dead goblin. She sighs, stomping over to the dead freak, and gives it as good a kick to the head as she can, before looking around.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, then. <em>I'm</em> not climbing through a hole that smells like a beholder's backside,"</strong>she says, gesturing towards the rent hole in the wall.<strong>"So, I think either we climb our way outta here - I can carry ya, if you need,"</strong>she offers to Joula with a teasing grin.<strong>"Or we find our way through those doors. <em>Personally</em>, if whoever snuck us is still around, I think he's behind those doors."</strong><br/><br/>She takes a final look around the room, committing it to memory for later, and nods. Very briefly, she sets the axe down, producing a leather thong from a belt pouch so she can gather and tie her copious hair into a rough bun.<strong>"I'm called Taavia, by the way."</strong>So saying, she lifts the axe again, fingers flexing around it.