<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 was comfortable in the saddle, as benefited someone who had spent the last 8 years riding back and forth as a mercenary suppressing bandits, adventuring and such. She took a lot of her father in form, though she didn't know it. As she rode down the dusty road towards the town of Doroga, her hawk-like eyes scanned her surroundings a habit that was born of those years behind the sword and shield. She bore the subtle hints of a short life as a warrior, a scar over her eye from a stray bandit's arrow, the upper most tip of her right ear point missing. More scars were hidden on her well worked plate, armor forged by her own hand. She let the heavy warhorse trot at an idle pace, as her eyes swept the horizon carefully.<br/><br/>Assessing the lay of the land and her surroundings. She had spent the better part of the last decade quashing 'small fires' for coin and experience, since the day her foster father Tomas Ironshield sat her down and explained exactly her father was. She was only half prepared for her duties as the daughter of Gaius Talonius in her own blunt and hard reckoning. She knew how to fight but she lacked the qualities of knowledge that made a warrior a leader in her own opinion. She hadn't expected to step into her heritage yet, so there were lessons she'd yet to go through. Study of things a leader of war needed. Tactics. Diplomacy. Planning skills.<br/><br/>She was still young, even more so by the rubric of a mother who had died shortly after her own birth. She spoke her mother's tongue, but knew little beyond that of her Elven heritage. At least she knew of her father's deeds. Her face, more handsome than beautiful, took on it's typical grim look as she considered things. In her own estimation, her father had stepped back from being a true unifying element after he'd defeated the Enemy and shuttered them back in their own world. After all, here they were a mere generation from the victory her father had so hard won and war hovered on the horizon.<br/><br/>Not to mention, she'd never truly know her father. All she had were his legends and the memories of others, aside from one dim memory of him outside the forge years ago.<br/><br/>"I should have gone looking for him long ago." She growled to herself as she took in the palisades of the town and slid off her war horse and patted the horse as she pulled a treat to feed to him. "Good boy.. not much further."  She knew her father's man would be waiting, the message was clear on that. She took in man in green and brown, the colors of her father's scouts, as another younger woman approached him.<br/><br/>"That is a good question." She said as she heard the woman claim to be her..half sister. "I'm assuming you are the one who sent for me? I'm Rose Ironshield." She added as she looked her 'sister' with the eye of a veteran.