<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 7</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10117)<br/>HP:80 (Current: 80)  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>Perception</strong>: +10 <strong>Init</strong>:+4<br/><strong>Combat</strong>: CMB: +11 (+15 Bull Rush/+13 Trip), CMD: 27 (29 vs Bull Rush/Trip), Move: 30 ft<br/><span class="bbc_u">Melee</span>: +1 Sword, Bastard +13/+8 (1d10+8/19-20/x2) <br/>  Heavy Shield Bash +11/+6 (1d4+4/20/x2)<br/>  Masterwork Morningstar +12/+7 (1d8+4/20/x2)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ranged</span>: Masterwork Longbow, Composite (Str +4) +10/+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/><br/>Rose sighed as she let Gilbert preach via a story, both to their new sibling and the fae. It was an entertaining story, and that would make points with the fox-woman but she doubted it would win points with her. She reached into her pack and pulled out a small box wrapped in calfskin and carefully unwrapped it, showing a wooden box covered with two flowers covering it. A rose and lilly entwined together throughout the cover and edging. She opened the box to show it's contents, a shiny rose on a bed of velvet.<br/><br/>She stepped up as Gilbert finished his tale, for one never interrupted a storyteller. She held the box open, to show a silvery metal rose with no thorns, to the fox-lady.<br/><br/>"Steel not iron, for I know that iron is bane to some of your kind. Crafted by my hand, with care and love. I offer it to make restitution for my insult in thinking you were of fell blood." She said simply. "Forged in fire at night, by my hand only. Few smiths do such dainty work these days."