<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/64/0c/e2640cf973ac6b6a975a3eef4b02b138.jpg)</div><strong>Meera Shatterstar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627319#msg14627319)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12 / 27<strong>Armor Class:</strong>17<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>13<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129501)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +5; Ref +3; Will +1<br/><strong>Raging:</strong>No<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>10 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The battle was done, the Pirates on the dock were fading into the horizon behind them and the ship...was theirs. Ok, so, she doubted very many of them knew how to<em>handle</em>a ship like this on their own and considering that there were only five of them, running this place - keeping it fekkin<em>clean</em>alone! - was gonna be tricky. But Meera didn't care about that. She didn't care about the cleanliness of the ship, or how easy or hard it was to run the ship on their lonesome. All she felt was the...the<em>exuberance</em>of freedom, the rapturous<em>joy</em>of being out at sea, the wind in her face, the spray in her hair. The taste of endless possibility on her tongue...the feeling of raw, unadulterated rapture shot through her body in her Rage, shocking her with its intensity. She'd thought it was pleasure at being free and clear, having her own ship and crew and being one step closer to revenge, but...no. No, this was...different. She'd experienced satisfaction before, the grim, sadistic pleasure of dispatching her enemies and stepping over their corpses to get what she wanted, but this was not that. Oh no.<br/><br/>This was a raw, shuddering pleasure that pulsed through her entire body, emanating sharply from her still-throbbing wounds, giving her shocks and shudders of rapturous bliss every time she moved her body and pulled at the slowly healing scar tissue. Her axe fell from her hands and clattered to the deck as she staggered, the force of the tsunami of ecstasy shocking her out of her Rage. She caught herself on the railing beside her, shaking her head sharply, a soft, confused growl sounding from her throat. This pleasure. This...this rapture. This was not normal! She...she<em>liked</em>it, she could feel herself growing lustier at the pain throbbing from her chest and she<em>adored</em>it, but she knew that this was not normal for her. She enjoyed the weaklings attempts to hurt her, yeah, but never to a<em>sexual</em>degree. Until now. She felt a throbbing in her groin, the pleasure and pressure building and pooling, stretching her body it felt like, until she could barely take anymore. She let out a guttural groan. What was...what was happening down there? There was a new sensation, an aching strain against her flimsy underwear, a pressure that felt like a part of her and yet felt so...so absurdly unfamiliar.<br/><br/>She shifted her cloth aside - at that moment not caring who was watching - and stared in shock and wonder at the large, throbbing cock that was now sprouting from between her legs. She blinked. Then she blinked again. This was...new. She reached out and touched it, hesitantly, as if wondering if it might be an illusion...and as her hand closed around it, a lance of pleasure shot through her system, forcing a guttural moan from her lips.<strong>"G'd God..."</strong>She murmured softly, shaking her head a little. She shifted it to the side - nope, she still had a pussy - and regarded it in dull surprise. This was...magic. Obviously. Women weren't supposed to have cocks. She wasn't gonna complain - men seemed to have so much fun with their cocks, after all, and she'd popped on a fake one or two in her time - but this was...odd. She wasn't concerned about the effects - that seemed rather straightforward - but...what magic did this, and what else might it have done? She frowned...and then...well, she realised that she didn't care.<br/><br/>Fuck, so what? She had another tool to have fun with! Ha! She let out a loud, bellowing laugh as she gripped her axe and used it to push herself upright, shaking off the fatigue that came from her Rage slowly. She shook her head.<strong>"Looks like I have 'nother two-handed weapon t' swing about!"</strong>She laughed, a sudden lustful mirth filling her chest. Why the fuck not? This was getting fun! Of course...her smile took on an edge as Seak spoke up, and her words penetrated Meera's still foggy mind. She gave Seak a side-eyed glance and a smirk.<strong>"Y', Firs' Mate? Ha!"</strong>She laughed, giving Seak a slightly-too-hard slap on the back.<strong>"'N wha' exactly did y' <em>do</em> in all'a tha?"</strong>She grinned, puffing up her chest.<strong>"If any'a us should be Firs' Mate, 't should be me. A Firs' Mate should be big 'n tough 'n intimidatin', t' keep y' lot 'n other crews in line! They sh'd be the firs' into battle, 'n the last out! Y' need a Firs' Mate with <em>muscle</em> n' <em>presence.</em>"</strong>She propped her axe up, resting the haft on the deck, lifting her chin towards Rovana.<strong>"I vol'nteer for Firs' Mate. Y' know I'm the right choice, Cap'n."</strong>Who else was she gonna pick? Really, the choice was obvious! Besides, Meera wasn't the type to follow just<em>anyone,</em>was she? Rovana needed<em>muscle</em>for her First Mate, and who better than the biggest, brawliest lass here?! Honestly, she didn't know why Seak had volunteered at all. It was obviously gonna be<em>Meera.</em>She was the natural choice!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Meera chooses <em>Roused Anger</em> as her free Rage Power.<br/><br/>Meera tries to exit her Rage: <br/>Meera Rolled Will Save: 1d20a3 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129811) Success! This time...</div></div>