<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>Anyone<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/>Myra's brows rose slightly at the harsh language - wild bitch? - but her smile never faltered as she greeting the officers with a careful mixture of due respect for their rank and a subtly casual familiarity that precluded absolute authority.  She was, after all, a private contractor; her days as a military regular were long behind her, and thankfully so.<br/><br/>She set upon the ham with appreciative zeal.  Magic sustained her, for the most part - she toyed idly with the ring on her left hand, a crude bit of hammered metal in the shape a fish, its nose touching tail - but it was a subsistence devoid of pleasure.  She'd taken some pains to provide drink enough to ease her spirit, but food was more difficult, and this was either unusually good or she was more overdue for real rations than she cared to admit.<br/><br/>Pallam's comment earned a nod, and Myra frowned as she looked around the fort.  The bodies had been removed from this area, but smears and dried puddles still showed where they'd been.  "Aye.  Fortunately we'll be away from here before the rot really sets in.  And I get to avoid crematory duty."  Good old fashioned pits for the bodies this time.  Yech.<br/><br/>Her eyes lit up a bit at the invitation to introductions.  It was a rare human to appreciate a gnomish introduction, and she gave a nod of thanks for the chance.  Still, she'd best keep it short for the others - experience had long ago taught her how little they appreciated a good matrilineal litany.  "Well met, comrades old and new; I'm Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark of Clan Kettlespark, Lieutenant-Collector of the Grand Library of Versiffeneraxnergrumblemark, Flame of Knowledge and Keeper of the Word, currently Arcantrix-Commander of the Imperial Irregulars.  Call me Myra."  She smiled and took a breath before continuing.<br/><br/>"My companion is Merle Fliffitygivvit, Sergeant of the Archives, Hand of the Flame, Chronicler-Adept and Finder of the Lost Manuscripts of Parnifex-"<br/><br/>The small dragon seemed unimpressed, rolling his eyes at the lengthy introduction.  "They were behind the cookbooks."<br/><br/>"-Finder of the Lost Manuscripts of Parnifax in the odd nook behind the cookbooks where nobody looked for five hundred years because they were afraid of spiders."  Merle grunted.  "Honestly, it was quite clever, Merle, and I really do think it deserves a byname!  But anyhow, you can call him Merle.  We aren't much for formality.  As for talents, we have a host of magical skills-"<br/><br/>Another tiny draconic grunt.  "You just burn things."<br/><br/>"-a scintillating toolbox of arcane potential that solves many problems, sometimes with fire.  I do NOT just burn things, you foul dragon!  Don't make them think I'm one of those silly gnomes who thinks everything is a nail just because I have a hammer.  I just happen to have a very nice hammer and most really bad problems go away after they've been incinerated."<br/>