<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>19/19<strong>AC:</strong><del>15</del>13<strong>Touch: </strong><del>12</del>10<strong>Flat:</strong><del>13</del>11<strong>Rage: </strong>9/10<br/><strong>Status:</strong>SOMEWHAT PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS (Raging)<br/><hr/><br/>"History agrees with you," she nodded, "And so does nature. The strong survive, the weak perish."<br/><br/>Speaking of weak... The fallen paladin's whining grated on Samedi's nerves, though the blonde admired that a mere touch from Hagan was enough to silence the wretch. She began undoing buckles which held her great bear skin in place, allowing it to fall to the floor, carefully removing the various pieces of jewellery that contained teeth from various creatures she had slain or little trinkets and charms used to ward off evil or bring out a warrior's courage when on the prowl before finally taking off the slight top and bottoms she wore. Now her toned, muscular form was bare for all the world to see she spoke to Hagan once more;<br/><br/>"Shaman, I am ready. Please allow me to serve you, to take the place of this whimpering traitor and bring about an ever lasting<em>age of war</em>to make the people of the lands strong under your command."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">With the notion of becoming the barbarian queen of a neverending Great Hunt, Samedi's blood boils and she begins Raging<br/>Will save (because what tribal person worth their salt would openly trust magic?) At 2015-03-21 07:04:07, Samedi (uid: 2076) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=73579)</div></div>