<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/I43INB5.jpg)</div><strong>Kell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268316.msg13231644#msg13231644)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>13,<strong>AC:</strong>13 (touch 12, flat 11, CMD 10)<br/><strong>Location: Main Beach</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pale Elf and Barrel Lad (they fight crime)<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Kell continued to flex her power against the wood, one hand slightly extended towards the flames with fingers curled and flexing every now and then. Like she was squeezing a invisible ball. The newly minted pyrokine watched as more steam than smoke billowed out of the soggy wood... the fire flagging every time she started to let up on it. Stupid water. At leased the elf had the sense to add more wood... it was pretty chilly here, and she favoured him with a simple nod.<br/><br/>And if the flames should climb all the higher every time the surviving pirate opened his mouth, why surely that was the wind.<br/><br/>Not that Kell was stupid enough not to keep a eye on him. That hand facing the fire could swing to the side so very easily, and if he did anything more than flop around half dead she<em>would</em>be having roast rapist for dinner.  And no that was not a joke. Which is why she didnt say it out loud... People would just think she was crazy! Did irony have a taste? She might find out before too long.<br/><br/>She patted a spot beside her for the boy from the ship to sit and enjoy the fire with them, "Come, warm yourself with us. I think we have all suffered too much to end up sickened on top of it all."<br/><br/><br/>