<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 Half-orc 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 stretched with a grunt as she stood showing off her impressive musculature. Her ready tusked grin never left as she headed toward the exit to the Mare, patting Reziel none to gently on the shoulder as she passed the half elf. "Alright Guppy. Glad to have an extra pair of hands and eyes."<br/><br/>As she exited she squinted in the harsh daylight of the outside. "I say we head to the local chandlery and see about renting a wagon and a team of horses first thing." The big half-orc off handedly started ticking off the supplies they would need on her thick fingers as she started heading toward the dock's suppliers. "Sail-cloth, turpentine, tar, pitch, linseed oil or whale oil, tallow, lard, varnish, rope. I'll handle food, rations, and sundries. Probably want a couple of mops and brooms too." Her button nose wrinkled at the thought of cleaning a plague ship. "What do you think, of this fool brother o' yours idea?"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Will head toward the dock merchants. So here are a bunch of rolls to get started.<br/>Appraise: Kathadon (uid: 1627) rolls: 1d20a+5 Result: 11<br/>Intimidate: Kathadon (uid: 1627) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 16<br/>Profession Sailor: Kathadon (uid: 1627) rolls: 1d20a+7 Result: 12<br/>Profession Cook: Kathadon (uid: 1627) rolls: 1d20a+7 Result: 10<br/>