<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/>"Mithril?" Rose's voice rose at the mention of the metal, her shield have been one of three masterworks she'd made with the miraculously light metal. She had been given the shield as payment for the rest of the work, and she'd always looked for the raw ore to work with. Her blue eyes sparkle at the thought of a motherlode sized mine of the ore. She knew that would by itself, make the region's economy. Add in the stone, lumber and furs and they were sitting on veritable economy that could only grow. The lack of blight only made it even better.<br/><br/>"I hope you've not told many about that. We'd be up to our ears in brigands and other lords wanting a piece of the action." She knew of at least a dozen lords who'd look for a reason to 'annex' the region just for the mithril. Despite having no claim and not being close. Another her father's maxins came to mind as she muttered it. "It's not the distant horde you should fear but the foe at your borders...what is our..standing with our neighbors?" She asked carefully. "And how many heirs are there out there?"<br/><br/>Best to know who hasn't shown up yet, and who could be used as a claimant to back a small army to seize the region. It made her stomach twist at the idea. Too many heirs out there could make things rather murky.