<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4e/10/41/4e1041b0963ff5b60fb8adf254c089bf--pirate-princess-pirate-girl.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mara Hawke, Besmaran Cleric </span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1861583)<strong>HP:</strong>8<strong>AC:</strong>12<hr/><hr/><br/>She shook her head, it felt like her head was compacted with cotton and felt a headache coming. She did not remember drinking that much or having a wild night. Just a drink with friends. Opening her eyes she winces, her mouth felt dry and it was quite painful to swallow. Focusing, she notices the others around her and the were quite naked. Her eyes wandered a little. Sure she had not indulged like this before, she was still inexperienced with this kind of thing, but she enjoyed watching. Really enjoyed watching, even if they were a friends....<br/><br/>But then if they were naked then. Looking down at herself, she saw that her breasts were bare too, so too was her birthmark between them, and her.... letting out a yelp she brings up her legs towards her breasts. Being naked was one thing, being naked with friends, especially good ones was another. Even if she did enjoy...no...that was bad..  Nala! Panicking, she closes her eyes and felt for the hawk. Answer me damn it, as she felt feelings of relief and concern. Sending reassurance in her thoughts she will call her later but to keep in range.<br/><br/>“I hope I didn’t piss anyone off” recognising the voice as Elliot, she turns towards him and is greeted by a sight. And what a sight it was. Blushing, she averts her eyes, if a little slow. “<strong>We are at sea..I can feel it ..Do you remember what happened? </strong>Then concern overcame her embarrassment as she tries to move over to each of her friends, checking them for any other ill effects. “<strong>Everyone alright?”</strong>