<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/015/002/171/large/kii-weatherton-brandon-sosh.jpg?1546661174)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kirazi "Kira" Wickedear (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2459377)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 2 Half-orc Barbarian(Sea Reaver), 2 Bard(Sea Singer)</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+6<hr/><br/>"Most of the time," the half-orc nodded as Raziel spoke of her brother's tendency to act before planning as they walked. "That brother o' yours is not a complete idiot," Kira snorted. "Some parts are obviously missin'. But he is damned lucky, decent in a fight, and could get the panties off a mermaid." She dropped the conversation as they entered the merchant's store. Kira cracked her knuckles and winked at Raziel before she approached the counter the Rakshasa fence named Fresno was sitting behind, and started haggling for the ship's supplies. The half-orc was all smiles at the discount Fresno finally offered as they loaded the sundries.<br/><br/>After the last barrel was loaded and secured, and the two women climbed atop the driver's bench an explosion boomed in the distance. Kira grimaced as the horses spooked at the sudden noise. She waited until the skittish beasts calmed down before she flicked the reigns. "Well that should get someone's attention!" She grinned as she quickly guided the wagon toward the docks.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Want any rolls Boss?<br/>