<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/>Ok. This was getting stupid. Seak seemed to be much, much more interested in running her fuckin' jaw than actually helping, and she'd basically just given the<em>wrong</em>fucking advice! She'd been untangling netting and ropes all her life, and this idiot thought that she could just saunter in and fuck everything up? It was one thing to just copy Meera's advice and claim it as her own, but to actually suggest something that would make the problem<em>worse?!</em>That was just stupid! She rounded on Seak, giving her a derisive scoff, keeping half an eye on that hand, just in case. If she decided that she was gonna swing again, she was just going to take her and throw her overboard. Maybe a swim in the drink would cool her fuckin' heels a little! She gave Seak a scoff, and even a little snicker. Let her rant and rave all she wanted; throwing a tantrum and insulting everybody when they disagreed with her, getting all stroppy when somebody stole her thunder? That wasn't First Mate material! You needed t' actually have a head on your shoulders, not an oversized blustering gob!<br/><br/><strong>"Y' c'n ramble 'n rave all y' want, y' airheaded dolphin-fucker, bu' it don' make y' any less wrong!"</strong>She sneered slightly.<strong>"If'n y' slick up th' ropes, y' get em all wet, 'n the ropes <em>expand</em> 'n jus' make th' ropes <em>tighter!</em> Y' want 'em <em>dry,</em> so y' can pick th' slack and work it off slowly. Now if y' done givin' th' <em>wrong</em> fuckin' advice, I gave ye a sensible bleedin' order! Instead'a running y' jaw 'n tryin' t' swing y' dick around, our lass o'er there isn' gettin' down on her own! So how about <em>I</em> offer <em>you</em> a deal? I take First Mate, y' get t' have the second pass at the lass, 'n as thanks I let y' be th' first lass here t' suck my cock? Y' like tha' deal?"</strong>of course...that wasn't the end of it by a long shot. Not content to have shoved her gun in somebodies face, not satisfied with proving just how unsuited for leadership she really was, it seemed like Viola decided that her best course of action...would be to try and throw a tantrum.<br/><br/>Her fists did practically nothing to Meera, such that they'd actually been raining down on her for about a minute during her argument with Seak without her noticing. She frowned and glanced at Viola, rolled her eyes...and backhanded her firmly across the jaw. Yeah, ok. She hadn't wanted to get into a brawl, but fuckin' hell, if Viola was gonna behave like a fuckin' child, she was gonna get treated like one.<strong>'n YOU!"</strong>She snarled.<strong>"Did w' recruit a Gunslinger, or a Toyslinger?! Pick y'r toys up off th' floor 'n make y'self useful! If y' don' get movin' 'n follow orders like a good girl, I'll be <em>fuckin'</em> some discipline int' y' right here on th' deck. Now go on! <em>Git!</em>"</strong>She snarled, lifting her hand for another strike. Goddamnit! It seemed more and more likely that she'd joined up with a crew of idiots! And they thought they were capable of handling the First Mate position? Don't make her fucking laugh!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>- Meera backhands Viola<br/>Meera Rolls Attack: 1d20a2 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129867) (+3 because I typoed the number >.> So total 21)<br/>Meera Rolls Damage: 1d3a6 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129868) (Nonlethal) (Power Attack)