<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/015/002/171/large/kii-weatherton-brandon-sosh.jpg?1546661174)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kirazi "Kira" Wickedear (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2459377)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 2 Barbarian(Sea Reaver), 2 Bard(Sea Singer)</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+6<hr/><br/>Kira sat up and grinned at the Kazael, Rayna, and Del. "Count the number of fucks I give about a man's dick by my fingers," she held up a massive balled fist in front of her tusked grin. The half-orc feigned surprise as she slowly raised her middle finger. "Oh, looks like I conjured one up just fer you, Kazael. Ha!" She sat back as the others staggered in, or down, or up ,or off whatever. She listened thoughtfully to Kazael's idea. It was still to early to call it a plan.<br/><br/>"Now that we have the pleasantries outa the way," she started looking around at the assembled women before her gaze went back to the half elf captain. "By the horrific and maligned genital gods, Kazael! This isn't a god's damned plague ship is it? There is no way I'll chip in coin fer a plague ship." She slouched back again in her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. "So that settles that!" She paused seeming defiantly set on her mind for a second. "I vote we hijack it and have Drippy, there, scour it in sea water inside AND out." She huffed with a dismissive wave toward the drunk halfling propped precariously on top of a bar stool.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>I vote to steal it.