<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2538176)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 3<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>26/26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>13<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/3 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>He had resigned himself to the liquidly soft bed, sure his bones would be screaming at him in the morn when he suddenly felt weightless. His feet leaving the ground and the stony ceiling was getting closer and closer."Gordul! slag take ya...what in tha nine hells!?" came his dwarven expletive laced speech. It did not take a genius to know this was a levitate spell, and he floundered in the air trying to control his body when he felt a lurch of the magic suddenly halting, a quick drop the the buoying effect of a feather fall spell to drop him on that oh so soft bed.<br/><br/>He had to collect his thoughts for a moment and process what just happened before he scrambled to his feet, floundering a little on the bed as he had nothing solid to push against. In the end he was perched on the wooden frame, seated and glaring daggers at the windswept lass. He listened to what prime had said, and then his expression softened just a bit as he realized what this meant. Seems a little prank like this deserved appropriate punishment."Aye lass, I think we can come ta an agreement."<br/><br/>He placed a hand on the one that was currently twirling spirals on his chest as gaze shifted to prime "If ye think it's a good idea, I wou' have her over me knee, give her a proper punishment."