<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/64/0c/e2640cf973ac6b6a975a3eef4b02b138.jpg)</div><strong>Meera Shatterstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299037.msg14673272#msg14673272)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>35 / 35<strong>Armor Class:</strong>17<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>13<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>21<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>20<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +7; Ref +3; Will +1<br/><strong>Raging:</strong>No<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>11 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Of course, Seak had to run her fuckin' mouth. It was swiftly becoming apparent that Seak just didn't know when to stop shooting her mouth off about every little thing that happened; she always had a comment for everything, she always had some kind of fuckin' snark or bitch to put everybody else down. Really, that just spoke to her own damn inadequacies; the people who had the loudest bluster and were the readiest to insult their teammates were often the ones who were the most insecure about their own damn worth. She'd learned that lesson pretty damn quickly back home. The boys who threw their weight around most readily and the boys who opened their gobs and shouted the other lads down fastest were always the ones who felt the smallest. It was overcompensation, that was all it was. Obviously Seak felt threatened by Meera; obv'ously, Seak was used t' being the biggest and strongest and toughest, and with Meera around, that was no longer the case. When they'd been vying for the position of First Mate, Meera'd been her most obvious competition, too. So obviously, she was just trying to puff out her chest and look bigger and meaner and assert her dominance. Well, fuck dat.<br/><br/>If Seak wanted respect and obedience from Meera, she'd have to demonstrate she deserved it, not try t' beat her down into submission with her weak-ass attempts at spraying testosterone everywhere. Meera just met Seak's little snark with a smirk of her own.<strong>"I'd let a 'real wom'n' do th' job,"</strong>she answered simply,<strong>"if there's one nearby. S' le' me know if y' find one, why don'tcha?"</strong>She grunted softly as she very pointedly<em>didn't</em>release the rope, instead heaving sharply to help the other two pull the lass out of the water. As soon as she saw the hands grasping at the side, she dropped the rope and quickly helped the castaway sprawl over the side and onto the deck, helping her to her feet. It seemed like...well, things were not about to get any easier, which was just how Meera liked it. She looked over to the front of the ship, grinning wildly at the prospect of fighting something so fuckin' big, casting a look back at Rovana.<strong>"Looks like w' gots a welc'ming c'mmittee, cap'n!"</strong>She called,<strong>"It'd be rude t' keep 'em waitin', eh?"</strong>Her grin turned feral as she pointed at the stairs leading below decks.<strong>"Mebbe we sh'd get th' cannons ready, 'n introduce a'selves later over a nice bitta fried squid, eh?!"</strong>She laughed savagely, hefting her axe in her hand. This was gonna be fun.