<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/64/0c/e2640cf973ac6b6a975a3eef4b02b138.jpg)</div><strong>Meera Shatterstar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627319#msg14627319)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12 / 27<strong>Armor Class:</strong>17<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>13<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129501)<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +5; Ref +3; Will +1<br/><strong>Raging:</strong>No<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>10 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps it was the fact that she was busy puffing herself up for Rovana, or maybe it was the after-effects of the wave of rampant, savage lust that had ripped through her body, or maybe it was simply that she didn't expect it, but the first that Meera was aware of the new contender for the position of First Mate...was when the cold kiss of iron was pressed to the back of her head. She frowned for a moment, confused; they hadn't let any of the previous crew on board, had they? Had there been a pirate hiding below decks? If so, he was pretty damn stupid to make himself known<em>now</em>of all times, when they were alone at sea and all situated around deck? Much smarter to wait until they split up and were alone, then try and pick them off one at a time, or capture them, or coerce them into compliance. But when she heard that timid little voice - now filled with fake steel and bravado - filling the space between them, Meera couldn't help but smile a feral, almost<em>dangerous</em>grin. So the busty little wench had balls after all! Interesting! Of course...she'd chosen the wrong moment to grow them, but it was all a learning experience, eh?<br/><br/>Meera chuckled to herself, shifting the grip of her axe so that it hung blade-down towards the deck, suspended in the air by her grip. She turned around slowly, putting her face directly against the barrel of the gun, gazing down the length of it directly at sweet, stupid little Viola as if the firearm wasn't even there. What did she think she was doing, threatening the<em>Barbarian</em>who'd<em>laughed</em>at a near-mortal wound inflicted by a half-orc pirate with<em>physical harm?</em>Did she think herself tough and clever and brave? Yeah. Ok. She just saw stupidity...or naivety.<strong>"You?"</strong>She laughed sharply,<strong>"We need a Firs' Mate with at least a <em>little</em> bit'a brains...'n you just showed you don' meet that criteria."</strong>She chuckled, stepping forwards, the gun pressing against the top of her head.<strong>"Tip one, lass...never point a gun 't someone 'nless y' mean t' pull the trigger. So either put y' toy away...or stop bein' a goblin-dicked landlubbing pussyfish and <em>do it!</em>"</strong>Her grin widened.<br/><br/><strong>"Bu' if y' pull tha' trigger...y' better hope y' take me out, or y'r in for a rather <em>long</em> afternoon'a discipline."</strong>Nnngf. Just the thought of using her new toy on this little wench, hearing her squeal in ecstasy as Meera put her in her place...that was just delicious. Ok, yeah, so...she wasn't normally a fan of such things. But now, with her blood pumping, her adrenaline up, her lust raised, her cock throbbing hard and a gun in her face...god, she was turned on. And hey. If she<em>did</em>pull the trigger, well...if she put some lead in Meera, she shouldn't really complain when Meera shoved some wood in<em>hers!</em>