<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>39 / 39<strong>Armor Class:</strong>17<strong>Touch Armor Class:</strong>13<strong>Flat Footed Armor Class:</strong>14<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30ft<strong>CMD:</strong>20<strong>Saving Throws:</strong>Fort +9; Ref +3; Will +3<br/><strong>Raging:</strong>No<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>10 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meera merely pursed her lips in consideration. So, they were on the right island, but their ship was fucking totaled. Well, not<em>totaled,</em>but it definitely wouldn't move all that fast in a push, and with that big fuck-off beastie out there, she was not about to put any faith in them making it off without some way of controlling or killing the thing that didn't send them all for a fuckin' swim. She was all for a good fuckin' fight, a'course, but she wasn't exactly the strongest swimmer in the world and there was a difference between charging into a fight and just throwing your life away in a suicide mission. And even fuckin' pragmatically, if she wanted t' stick it t' Lord Fuckface, she'd need t' be alive t' do it. She shouldered her axe and looked out towards the beach - Seak was talking to Monkeys, of all things...had she fuckin' cracked already? That wasn't a good sign - and then at the long passageway leading further inland. So, stealth was the name of the game here. That might end up bein' a bit of a problem with this lot. They didn't seem the type to not make much noise, herself included, which meant that fighting through waves of enemy pirates was pretty much fuckin' inevitable. And try as she might...she just couldn't feel bad about that.<br/><br/>She gave a soft chuckle, and took a few steps up the beach.<strong>"Well then, wha're we waitin' for? Longer we wait, the more fuckin' chance they'll work out we're here. We weren' exactly quiet on th' way in, aftah all."</strong>She glanced back at the ship with a slight frown.<strong>"Th' ship migh' not survive 'nother encounter wit' that beastie, so I hope y've got a plan t' fix it up right nice."</strong>She turned, then, and took a few steps towards the entrance to the tunnel network, doing her best to peer inside and figure out what awaited them. Get in, get the treasure, get out. Seemed simple enough, which meant that they were pretty much guaranteed to wind up in a situation that was completely FUBAR. Sounded fun, she supposed! She glanced at the rest of the crew, and Rovana.<strong>"Well then, kiddies. We're on a Raid, s' I s'ppose tha' puts <em>me</em> in charge. Form up, right-smart. Sooner w' get this done, th' better, eh?"</strong>She chuckled to herself. Maybe this Brownbeard would have some shit worth swiping, if he had that beastie at his beck and call!