<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/ThiefQueen_full.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Rose Ironshield</span></span></strong>,<em>Female Half-Elf Fighter 6</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10117)<br/>HP:69 (Current: 69)  AC: 26,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 24<br/><strong>Fort</strong>:+10<strong>Ref</strong>:+5<strong>Will</strong>:+4<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cheat Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +10 (+12 Bull Rush/Trip), CMD: 26 (28 vs Bull Rush/Trip), Move: 20 ft<br/><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: +1 Sword, Bastard +12/+7 (1d10+6/19-20/x2) <br/>  Heavy Shield Bash +10/+5 (1d4+4/20/x2)<br/>  Masterwork Morningstar +11/+6 (1d8+4/20/x2)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Masterwork Longbow, Composite (Str +4) +9/+4 (1d8+4/20/x3)<br/><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Innate</strong>: Elven blood (+2 vs Enchantments), Bravery (+2 Will vs Fear)<br/><strong>-Spells</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span></div></div><hr/><br/>Rose smiled as she pulled her gauntlets on, a dangerous wicked smile that hinted she would welcome mayhem from bandits. As she finished pulling on the metal and leather gauntlet, hiding her signet under her hand smithed armor. She had been killing brigands since her 15th birthday.<br/><br/>"I trust there is a suitable bounty for their scalps?" She asked, having long discovered that brigands tended to leave areas where their scalps were worth more than the rest of the body. She looked to her 'sisters' as she walked.  So, this is what comes of being raised by a mother, she thought. A priestess and a catfolk. She doubted the catgirl was as empty headed as she made herself to be, she had known more than a few catfolk that played at the 'too dim to believe' act. If you did, you could wake up in a back alley naked with a smashing headache and wondering what the hell happened.<br/><br/>She was surprised how.. comely her sisters were. Clearly she had favored their father and they the mothers. Her gaze moved to the bard, taking in his manner. He had a smugness that left her wanting to dangle him from somewhere high up like the last big city bard she'd met some time back.<br/><br/>Sighing she returned to the here and now, she looked around.<br/><br/>"Where is our father buried?" She asked quietly.