<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277371.msg13628396#msg13628396)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1368351)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path to the Restlands<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 11 / 11 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (T: 12, FF: 15) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +6</div></div><hr/><br/>Amanda looked the interlopers over in startled bewilderment.  Even reassured they weren't evil, she felt anger rising within her for a moment - how dare they interfere with something so sacred?  But she quenched such unworthy thoughts quickly, even as she saw her fellows tense.<br/><br/>"Oh, my good men...no, poor Lorrimor was no more evil than you are!  But just as surely filled with his own fears and misunderstood desire to do good.  Share us your somber company; let us see this good man at peace, and speak the prayers that will ensure his rest, both for his sake and your own reassurance.  For surely you wouldn't begrudge m'lady her mourning, any more than you would tolerate rudeness to your own daughters?"  She smiled at them in open, honest invitation to join the procession.  She was armed and armored, but unlike the others that didn't seem relevant; the idea of raising her sword against village rabble simply didn't occur to her.<br/><br/>[Diplomacy 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109481)]