<div class="floatright">(https://www.dropbox.com/s/ws7dnc5s6yvqovu/queen-s-blade-cattleya-1-6.jpg?raw=1)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Thea Rosemore<br/><strong>Setting:</strong>Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wellspring Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amalthea, Curra, Kye, Rosa, Senna, Haysel<br/><strong>HP:</strong>11/11<strong>STAM:</strong>7/7<strong>RES:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/>Survival At 2019-05-29 03:20:05, TFcommando (uid: 55536) rolls: 1d20m+4 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136714)<br/>Perception At 2019-05-29 03:21:02, TFcommando (uid: 55536) rolls: 1d20m+4 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136715)<br/><hr/><br/>Thea had shared a lot of ideas about anatomy and why she preferred the real thing to an artificial creation, at length, with Haysel, and left her bedroll open to her and close to the fire after the first night..<br/><br/>The veteran soldier was in her dark-colored hauberk with tabard and sensible, well-worn boots and gauntlets, her spear over her right shoulder as she marched.  She roamed up and down the length of the little column, checking on everyone, keeping an eye out on the sides for animal tracks, branches broken in the wrong places or possible game to take.  She'd shared a few marching songs with Senna, her voice enthusiastic if not trained, and she had a great set of lungs.