<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jisscWr.jpg)</div><strong>Naomi Hallsdottir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627370#msg14627370)</strong><br/>Outdated level 2 stats<br/><del><strong>HP:</strong> 15 / 15 <strong>Armor Class:</strong> 12 <strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong> 12 <strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong> 10<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> 10<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 30ft <strong>CMD:</strong> 13 <strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +3<br/><strong>Spells:</strong> Charm Person, <del>Cure Light Wounds</del>, Mudball, <del>Obscuring Mist</del></del><br/><strong>Tagging: Arrveryone</strong><br/><br/>Naomi loaded her crossbow, ready to shoot to repel boarders if necessary, but it turned out to be unneeded as the ship sailed free and the last of the motley ex-crew tossed overboard. She felt the salty air of freedom blow across her skin, taking away with it the metaphorical ropes that bound her to shore. "Good riddance and<em>fuck you</em>, port!" She called out from the stern of the ship, giving dry land the finger for good measure. She would have to be tied up and brought back forcefully if she was to ever return... although being tied up started sounding like not a bad idea after all... convenient too, what with all the lines all over the ship's rigging... and tying someone else up would be just as nice too!<br/><br/>The position of first mate suddenly seemed rather unimportant as she fooled around in the rigging. Well, there was also some serious work to be done up there, seeing as how they had hoisted sail and set out rather hurriedly and haphazardly. Without an angry pirate ex-crew chasing after them, Naomi could finally take the time to make sure that all the lines, sails, and knots were set properly so they wouldn't come apart at the first sign of inclement weather out in the open sea. So she missed the first part of the struggle for the rank of First Mate...<br/><br/>"Ahoy, mates!" Naomi called out, interrupting the argument. "Sorry to interrupt your discussion, but can someone lend me a hand? Don't ask how I got into this..." She had descended back to deck level once more, dangling upside down from a line like a spider hanging from a thread. Her body was suspended by the rope tied around her body in... interesting ways, even if it was over the rest of her clothes: arms bound behind her back, legs tied together, interlaced and cinched tight across her corseted waist, crossing above and below her breasts squeezing them, and last but not least a length of rope going between her cleavage and digging tightly into her crotch and between her buttcheeks as it looped back up behind her back. Her pet parrot pecked at one of the ropes ineffectively.