<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading Downstairs and outside, to the board.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone at the board.<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I saw a gang of other girls from our floor, looking pretty competent and tough for the most part, headin' outside. I say we join up with them, see what's what. I haven't heard any fighting or screaming, so it seems safe...-ish."<br/><br/>Ceri relinquished her boob-rest, comfy as it may be, and took the lead. Her goal was back downstairs and outside, approaching the gang of ladies that had gathered around a post-board. She'd seen these many-a-time on her travels throughout the northern settlements on her way south. Strutting her stuff right up to the group, Ceri invites herself in to the discussion, eying the posted requests. A bounty on zombies, a kidnapped blacksmith? Goodness, this was sounding a lot like an adventure!<br/><br/>"We're in a strange land, our teachers and Dorm Mother are missing... and all we have, this. A board of requests. I've found the brave gang, it would seem. We can fix... whoever's problems these are, while trying to find out where we are, and where everyone else has gone to. Hm?" Ceri said to the assembly of women. "The inside of the building seems a dead lead. Doubt we'll find anything by sitting around there all day."