<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) & Merle Fliffitygivvit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pallam, Jaela<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr/><br/>Merle gave a small shrug, turning to Pallam and pausing with a half eaten corn cake.  "Meh.  Once we travelled with a druid who dyed himself purple, drew pictures of dicks on literally everything, and kept his feces in jars as protection against curses.  That guy was strange.  This is just eclectic."<br/><br/>Myra's smile faltered a moment as she considered the corporal's question, rhetorical as it had been.  The Jjorvik Heights, a dozen children massacred so the greenskins wouldn't take them as slaves - or worse - when the outpost fell.  And the two kids, children of the same school mistress who'd killed the rest, who been spared.  She still wasn't sure which had been more merciful.  "I can think of things," she breathed, barely loud enough to hear.  Then she shrugged, her smile returning.<br/><br/>She looked at Jaela, considering the comment as well.  "I think maybe...like the statues?"  Myra posed slightly, her hands covering her chest and navel like a fig leaf.  "Are you a nudist?"  Please be a nudist, Myra thought, looking the girl over.  "What's Cinnamon?  A dragon?  We could use a dragon."<br/><br/>Merle looked up, puffing his chest with indignation.  "Hey now!"