<div class="floatright">  (https://i.imgur.com/P2jSc3U.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283059.msg13931773#msg13931773)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Magnhild Firehand</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481056)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>4<strong>Will:</strong>1<strong>Ref:</strong>0<br/><strong>Psi:</strong>2<strong>Strikes:</strong>3<strong>Rage:</strong>7<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong>More fun to bring them to their knees.  If I lose, I'd prefer to do it gloriously.<br/><hr/><br/>Magnhild helped Muineth with the boat, walking down the dock with the rope in hand and dragging the craft well up onto the beach.  "Probably best to put it inside a building once we check 'em out.  Since we'll be walkin' to the boat an' all."  She shook her head at the question of language, then grinned at Tinalia.  "I'll stick with ya, lass.  Protecting maidens sounds good in the legends.  They seem to attract a lot of trouble, too, which is right handy."  She showed her teeth in a smile both feral and playful.<br/><br/>"Just keep practicing your lightning thing.  Mayhap you're a distant relative of the storm giants; I've a similar gift from my fire-kin," she raised her hand and gestured to her half gauntlets; the plates that protected the back of her hands were sooty and scorched.  "That came early, though.  Burnt through blankets as a babe, until they gave me leather and steel," the grin turned prideful, and she considered indulging in a good boast but decided there was neither time nor alcohol enough for it.  Magnhild eyed the tiny dagger - her own was closer to a short sword - and Tinalia's slight frame.  "Very distant.  In the meanwhile, we ought to practice with that blade of yours.  Need to fight off a man for a while to make sure he respects you.  And keep him in a bit of fear so he values you.  And murder him if he betrays ya.  Or so da says."<br/><br/>She looked to Perth, nodding at his assessment.  "Could eat her.  Had octopus in port, before we left.  Pretty good."  She shrugged.  "We should try the questions first, though.  Hacking things off is pretty persuasive.  As to the lot here...they were at work for a while.  No immediate threat.  Cautious, but if they were in a panic there are quicker ways to make a wall, and no buildings would be outside of it."  She tied the grindylow's arms and wrists, then stuffed her into the suggested sack, tossed it over her shoulder and moved ahead toward the tents.  Given multiple options, she simply took the closest.