<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><br/><strong>Saves:</strong> <em>Fortitude:</em> +6 | <em>Reflex</em> +2 | <em>Will:</em> +5<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +1<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/><br/>Taavia sucked a great lungful of air at the sudden blast of steam, and the cold greeting her new state of wakefulness.Immediately she sets about kicking and punching the thick glass of her container, flailing as if she expected to clobber something, howling a string of curses in several languages she knows, as well as a few she doesn't - except for the curses./ When the fit is over, she flops back against the wall, taking a panting breath and finally taking a look around.<br/><br/><strong>"What, by the woolly ball-sack of Asmodeus is this place? hello?"</strong>She calls out, leaning forward, only to have her head jerked by the circlet and its connections. A sensible person would simply lift it off. Taavia however, jerks her head forward, ripping those silver wires out of the wall - and smacking her forehead into the glass of her container. It's the glass that suffers, the already-damaged material shattering, and leaving only a slightly bleeding gash above Taavia's "circlet." Which she<em>then</em>removes and tosses away, because that makes sense.<br/><br/>She staggers out of her container, not the least bothered by her nudity, though her arms are crossed to rub each other, warding off the chill. She shakes her head, gathering her senses, eyes blinking away the foggy fuzz of sleep (and blunt force trauma) to notice the others poking around. hearing the self-proclaimed priestess, Taavia snickers,<strong>"you sure? I probably did something to deserve it. I have no idea <em>what</em>, but I've done a lot. How many are there down here?"</strong>She asks, looking around the room.<br/><br/>The darkness is no challenge to her dwarven eyes, piercing the gloom easily, making note of the room's outfitting.<strong>"Shit. I wanted to kill him,"</strong>she says, waving a hand towards the apparently dead goblin, before padding her way over to where she sees a man pulling stuff out of the chests in a side room.<strong>"Hey! Woah! if you touch my stuff, I'm going to break your ankles and leave you hear for the earth to swallow!"</strong>she calls out, fits balling as she hurries towards Justin - she doesn't carry through with her threat, though the nude dwarf does shoulder him aside, once he has his feet under him.<strong>"What? It's all here?"</strong>She exclaims in apparent surprise.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(I'm assuming nudity because, well, if they're test subjects, and al ltheir belongings are over yonder, it makes sense. Also, still need to go shopping. Will PM updated sheet with gear and whatnot