<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NS0l6J6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Asgregith Brickbrew (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2458779)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Dwarf Gunslinger</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52/60<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+11<hr/><br/>The dwarf grunted in pain as she hit the side of the ship, but managed to not swallow half an ocean's worth of bracky harbor water, which was a small mercy by the gods of pirate fuckups watching out for this 'merry band'. She was trying to reach for the ship and something to hold onto when Yda reached out and helped out the gunslinger. Getting her head above water, she flicked her head to the side hard to get her orange-red hair out of her face and to begin climbing. "Thanks," She managed towards the aquatic elf, at least, but she didn't have the breath for more. Not if she didn't want to lose her grip and go right back into the waters.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>At 2021-06-24 17:30:36, Asgregith (uid: 66213) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154006) The dice don't like the dwarf.