<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>16 / 31<strong>Armor Class:</strong>15<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>Yes (+4 Str, +4 Con, +2 Will, -2 AC)<strong>Rage Rounds Left:</strong>10 / 11<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Rage, as always, felt<em>good.</em>The sound of screaming in her ears - her enemies, or hers? She couldn't tell. She didn't care - was oddly satisfying. The clash of steel on steel and the bite of steel in flesh? Intoxicating. This was what she'd lived for, she realised; every time she entered this berserker state, she could see how...how empty the rest of the humdrum day to day was. Oh, when she came out of it she made excuses about it all being the adrenaline coursing through her body, the euphoria being a state of losing her mind, but now, she could finally<em>see.</em>The weight of the world and the pressure of revenge and satisfaction...it was all a distant memory as she simply<em>lived</em>for the fight. Pirates fell from the gangplank to her left and right, crashing into the water or stumbling back onto dry land where they belonged. She felt a reinvigorating energy coursing through her body and as she watched, she saw her wounds beginning to knit together, sealing up and cutting off the blood flow. She glanced back at the pirate lass behind her, but she didn't say anything; she couldn't. The euphoria was too strong, the rage was pounding through her system, and all that came out was a guttural growl of approval.<br/><br/>As she was looking, she felt the ship beginning to move, the wind picking up, but she didn't care. No. No, what she saw...was the hook. The hook coming up over the back of the ship, and one of her new crewmates struggling to cut it. Was the rope bothering her? She supposed that a rope connected to the docks would certainly make their escape harder! And people could climb ropes! Well fuck the rope, then! She was never gonna get it off with that puny rat-gutter of hers, so it looked like it was up to Meera! She took another glance down the broken gangplank at the approaching pirates, quickly judging distance - they'd make their way up the gangplank, but she could deal with them afterwards, and most of her crew was there to deal with them anyway - before striding over to the back of the ship. She didn't hesitate, didn't even look over at the pirates until she was already in mid-swing, she just snarled a guttural sound that was vaguely akin to the word<strong>"MOVE!"</strong>as she brought her axe over her head and down on the cable connecting the ship and the dock. Once the rope was fucked up, she could go back to the<em>real</em>fight! She wanted to be covered in more of<em>their</em>blood than<em>hers!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">1) Meera moves to the back of the ship.<br/><br/>2) Meera Power Attacks the Cable to try and break it.<br/><br/>- Meera Rolls Attack: 1d20a7 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129672)<br/>- Meera Rolls Damage: 1d12a12 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129680)</div></div>