<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/00/e1/4c00e1fdb524610ab33362d41a28e99b.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Tel Blackforge (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1490899)</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8 / 8<strong>AC:</strong>17 (T: 13, FF: 14)<strong>CMD:</strong>13<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<strong>Speed:</strong>30<strong>Perception Bonus:</strong>+2<hr/><br/>The low ceilings bothered Tel less then they did Barik's larger figure, a fact the lass used to playfully tease Barik with as they traveled through the ship. Scampering about through the sandy halls and rooms she keeps an eye on the shadows even as she pries various bits of metal and tech from different spots.<br/><br/>A low hum drifts from her as she watches Barik prod the sand before she turns to Rachel and gives a small shrug. "If you're asking magic? Not really." Slinging her weapon along her back she digs out a long bar and with a couple twists and pokes of buttons has it expanded into a shovel. "I do have this though!"<br/><br/>And thus begins the fun that is shoveling sand.