<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/788133838836596778/788215007485231104/1dadfc_7247875_2.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Meris Searhammer (https://ddb.ac/characters/35944902/ZaPbJ7)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cleric of Surtur Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mystery Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yes<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>30/30 -<strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Passive Perception/Insight:</strong>15<br/><strong>Passive Investigation:</strong>9<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Fire Resistance<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Smash skeleton[7 damage], heal friend[7 healing to Betty]<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meris trots over, ready too smash. "Hyah!" She shouts with effort, warhammer starting low at the side of her waist, then being brought up swiftly in an arc, taking taking the skeleton's head from it's shoulders, a skull broken in on the side and sent flying off. It clatters on the stone floor for a few feet before it stops. Then, the rest of the skeleton warrior falls after it, the binding magic failing and its unlife ended in a heap on the ground. Having spied Lady Eri'Beta taking a nasty slash mere moments before, Meris raises her hammer proudly, and radiance shines from it. "Helande ord!" she chants, the light bringing soothing warmth to the wound she took, nearly stitching the whole slash up neatly.