<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DEdcyEB.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Grella Bonecrusher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16270236#msg16270236)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Elc Barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>18/23<strong>Armor:</strong>+1<strong>XP:</strong>x/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Understanding and carrying on<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 16 (+2)    Constitution: 15 (+1)<br/>  Dexterity: 13 (+1) Intelligence: 9 (-) Wisdom: 8 (-1)  Charisma: 12 (-)  Damage: D10 Gold: 16 (2 winter gear purchases for her and Xanavel<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>To be honest, Grella wasn’t entirely sure what happened, which didn’t bother her much. It wasn’t her job to do the heavy thinking. She was comfortable fighting or not fighting, though between fighting and fucking she’d just as likely pick the fucking and sneak a little fighting in while she was at it, so when everything was said and over with, she touched a few places that would likely bruise later and chucked. “I don’t have rage issues! I just wanted to stop you from getting ganged up on!” After a beat and a half, she realized that it was the goblin she referred to, and muttered an apology. She was used to being the only green one around, and it made her turn to the departing bards. Maybe the goblin was angry for that same reason…maybe they might have been friends in another life. Who knew?<br/><br/>“Fate slowed us down, bunny-man. We shouldn’t try our luck too much…if we wait too long to set up camp, it’ll be really hard to get anything done.”<br/>