<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Morgan Typhoon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2334172)</strong><em>Human Legendary Shifter 1 CG</em><strong>HP</strong>12 / 12<strong>Init</strong>1<strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>3<strong>Will</strong>1<strong>CMB</strong>+5<strong>BAB</strong>1<strong>Primary Natural Attack</strong>5 (1d6+4, 20)<br/><strong>Secondary Natural Attack</strong>0 (1d6+2, 20)<br/><strong>Scimitar</strong>+5 (1d6+4, 18-20/2)<strong>Str</strong>19 (4)<strong>Dex</strong>12 (1)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>8 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>10 (0)<strong>Cha</strong>15 (2)<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted Uniform with Lamellar Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In front of the mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Ophelia, Ana, anyone else still around<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Another tentacled slam failed to hit its mark, only to be followed by a second one cracking right through the torso of the rusted automaton and crumpling it to the floor. Morgan spun around, a small smirk on her face. "Ha! Ceri, did you see-"<br/><br/>One of the other Automatons hit her, and she went down. Morgan's yellow eyes went wide - and seemed to glow briefly as she roared in anger, her third tentacle growing thicker and whipping forward like a tree root and smashing into the fist-bot that dared to hurt Morgan's friend. "Get away from her you bastards!"