<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Fu-Ming</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/98ef8e4f0af05012e76ad454a2792585.jpg)</div> <strong>Fu-Ming (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1914515)</strong><br/><em>Human Tian Bard (stonesinger) 1 Neutral</em><br/><strong>HP</strong> 8 / 8 <strong>Speed</strong> ft <strong>Init</strong> 3<br/><strong>AC</strong> 17 <strong>Fort</strong> 0 <strong>Ref</strong> 5 <strong>Will</strong> 2<br/><strong>CMB</strong> +2 <strong>BAB</strong> 0<br/><strong>Longspear</strong> +4 (1d8+4, 20)<br/><strong></strong><br/><strong>Str</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Dex</strong> 16 (3) <strong>Con</strong> 10 (0) <strong>Wis</strong> 10 (0) <strong>Int</strong> 14 (2) <strong>Cha</strong> 16 (3)</div></div><br/>The girl bows formally, hands clasped hand over fist, in the Tien manner.<br/><br/>"My father passed away some years hence, fallen in battle against Hellknights from Cheliax.  I am his daughter and heir, and I answered your call in his stead.  I pledge my spear to your cause, and ask only for the opportunity to do great deeds in my father's name."<br/><br/>Fu-Ming's expression was solemn, her eyes steady, and though the breath of youth was still evident in her visage, her bearing was that of an old soul.  Not daring to breath, she awaited the answer from the scholar who had put forth the call.