<div class="floatright">  (https://i.imgur.com/P2jSc3U.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283059.msg13931773#msg13931773)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Magnhild Firehand</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1481056)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>4<strong>Will:</strong>1<strong>Ref:</strong>0<br/><strong>Psi:</strong>2<strong>Strikes:</strong>3<strong>Rage:</strong>7<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong>More fun to bring them to their knees.  If I lose, I'd prefer to do it gloriously.<br/><hr/><br/>"Meh," Magnhild grunted in dissatisfaction. "No glory in smooth days.  Not much in mermaids either, I think.  Don't see the lure of fishy bits down there, but no sagas about heroes valiantly disinterested in slimy girls.  Maybe good eating, though."  Magnhild considered the dilemma.  There were ballads about warriors with astounding diets: Kagnir would consume a fresh killed ox for dinner, while Brajnveld the Red only ate the burning hearts of the elementals.  Perhaps if they did encounter mermaids, she could cold forge a large steel hook...but what to use for bait?  She eyed the tiny Halfling askance.<br/><br/>She tilted her head to the side, tightening a few muscles to elicit a satisfying crunch of joints, then did the same in reverse before beginning her stretches, unconcerned about the outthrust nature of a few poses and blithe about anyone who might watch.  A royal embodiment of beauty and power, she saw little point in humility.<br/><br/>"Not much time for crops to be grown, yet.  May miss salted beef in a few months."