Haruko Haruhara, Level 10 Human Bard<br/><br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13241<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/fINUII3.jpg)</div></div><br/>Yawning to myself and looking across the tavern room to the asshole with the two sluts at each of his side. He is in far too good of a mood for his lackluster bardic talents, all the while leaning back into my chair and showing off my own magnificent bunnygirl self. Taking another gulp of the elvish wine and wondering how easy it would be to take that down haughty elf bastard. It is one thing to be reckless and charge in guitar swinging, but maybe some spying first is in order.<br/><br/>Kicking my Rickenbacker bass guitar model 4001 from the table, as it twirls in midair before I grab it, swinging it around, give it a single riff, before throwing it towards the asshole in question. The magical guitar from the Guitar Master Rastafarn flies true, smacking the asshole square in the face. Bouncing off of his impacted skill, skittering off of the nearby wall, before turning back to my grasp. Giving it another good riff from a baudy song like nothing at all happened.<br/><br/>(nat 20 with 23 confirm, 18 dmg)