<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>Opening scrolls at breakfast<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><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/>"Okay," Myra sighed, watching as the corporal was hauled away like a lunatic with her minders, "she was a bit strange."<br/><br/>Merle shrugged, reaching for a scroll and studying the exterior, taking careful note of the seals and any identifying marks, the automatic reactions of an archivist.  "She's right, though.  And no dicks."<br/><br/>The gnome snatched a different scroll and opened it without a thought, looking over the contents.  "Probably wouldn't want the reminder, if everything below the belt is like that.  Usually motivational speeches are less foreboding.  Dick-druid was always upbeat."<br/><br/>"Does raise questions about the meat comment.  And, well," Merle finally finished his inspection and began to open the document, a sharp talon carefully cutting around the seal to avoid damaging it, "up until he cut his own throat."<br/><br/>"Oh, sure," she sighed, "up until then."<br/><br/>