<strong>Fiona Smythe</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=845127)<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/FionaSmythe.jpg)</div>Female LN Human Cavalier (Huntmaster),<strong>Level</strong>5,<strong>Init</strong>2 (+2),<strong>HP</strong>49/49,<strong>Speed</strong>30 feet<br/><strong>AC</strong>20 (+2 if Challenge Conditions Met),<strong>Touch</strong>13,<strong>Flat-footed</strong>18,<strong>CMD</strong>20,<strong>Fort</strong>7,<strong>Ref</strong>4,<strong>Will</strong>4,<strong>CMB</strong>+8,<strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong>5<br/><strong>Attuned +1 Greatsword </strong>+9 (+7 Power Attack) (2d6 + 5 (+5 Challenge) (+6 Power Attack), 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>Attuned +1 Mithril Breastplate</strong>(+7 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Natural)<br/><strong>Abilities</strong>Str 17, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14<br/><strong>Condition</strong>Prepared for the Journey (EX) (Favored Terrain: This One)<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">]Hah. Winter gear. I wish I'd thought to pack that</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fortitude Save</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll Result: Fiona Smythe rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br/>Comment: FORT<br/>Result: 13, <br/>Total: 20</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hemmingway's Fort Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Fiona Smythe rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Bird FORT<br/>Result: 19, <br/>Total: 24</div></div><br/>Fiona shivered uncomfortably. It was then she remembered that she'd left her own winter clothes with the monks in their haste to get after the bandits. A costly mistake, but not a lethal one. She'd just be uncomfortable for a while. Nothing she hadn't experienced marching with the Smythe company.<br/><br/>She gently reassured the bobcat cub as best she could, gently petting it on the head. So far, she was thinking of naming it Steinbeck. It looked like a Steinbeck. As she approached the leg sticking out of the ground, as an afterthought, she decided to grab it and pull out the body of whoever this was. If they were lucky, it was one of the bandits. If it was unlucky, another of their victims. There might be helpful clues no matter what. Either way, she was in a rush. Fiona wanted to pick the bandit tracks back up as soon as possible.<br/><br/>Hemmingway had since planted himself under her cloak, positioning itself on her belt as she pulled on the dead man's leg. His wings were covering his head. The falcon was NOT happy with the state of things, grumpily cawing now and again. But Hemmingway had also seen far worse, and was more likely to take things out on the first enemy Fiona indicated rather than succumb.<br/><br/>The gods help whoever stood in their way at this point, because Fiona and Hemmingway were getting real sick and tired of this state of affairs, and the bobcat cub was more than welcome to join in the wrath they'd eventually unleash.