<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/><strong>HP:</strong>21 / 21<strong>Armor Class:</strong>12<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>12<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>10<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>12<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>13<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +3; Ref +3; Will +3<br/><strong>Spells:</strong>Blindness/Deafness, Glitterdust, Animate Rope, Charm Person, Cure Light Wounds, Mage Armor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Captain Rovana<br/><br/>"Hey get back here you cowardly chick!" Naomi shouted as Alba took off from her shoulder, perhaps wisely sensing that the pirate's booty was soon going to attract the attention of too many giant suckered appendages for the bird's comfort. She shook her head and focused on the task of keeping the<em>Red Whore</em>sailing straight. Someone had to make sure they didn't ground themselves on the shallows while they were distracted fighting off the giant kraken!<br/><br/>Speaking of which... giant kraken. Naomi still hadn't completely wrapped her head around the concept. A creature she had only heard of in the most outlandlish tales of the most mead-sopped sailors before, now present in the flesh and apparently merely the pet of a rival pirate captain. Trying to steal from said captain suddenly didn't sound like the wisest of ideas. It was like a dream that she half expected to be waking out of any moment... but until then she was going to pull her weight! Quite literally too, on those lines rigged to the sails. "I've got your sails captain! Heave ho!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Profession (sailor)</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-02-14 11:23:37, (uid: 39463) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=130714)</div></div>