<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/>"Please sister.." Rose says as she moves her horse to cover her dressing sister from the crowd. Naruni was definitely a free spirit. "do not dress in public." She said as held Yaffedes in place while her younger half sister dressed. It was getting bit hard to not to yell at her, but it wasn't really her place to do so. Unlike other catfolk, Naruni wasn't part of her 'command' but a relative. She recalled her foster father commenting that one couldn't choose her relations. Clearly the wizard was going to be a test from the gods. As was the 'bard' Tolbar she thought as she looked at him as he withdrew. There was more to him that simply looking to put another dagger in her father's reputation that he was dead. She would have to 'discuss' this with him. Preferably in a setting of her choosing. There was a second of.. something that she couldn't quite identify and that irked her.<br/><br/>"So, Ehren." She said to the guide as she let her sister dress from the cover of her war horse. "your uncle, I assume he knows what our father wanted of us." A pang of bitter anger at the fact this man knew more about her father than she did. In many ways he had what they should have had. A childhood with HER father. She kept it from showing though as she nodded to his suggestion to meet his uncle. He as a sharp man with a sound judgement about him. She would need him in the future she was sure.<br/><br/>