<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's voice trailed off as she took in her half-sister's pounce onto the table. It HAD to be an attempt to get attention, she told herself as she remained outwardly calm as she stood up. Aside from driving the point of her blade into the floor with sufficient force to keep it upright as she stood up and walked back towards the bottles for something stronger to drink. She poured herself another pint of drink and pointedly didn't look at the mess her sister was making. She could hear her blade vibrating from the impact with the floor as she took a long sip.<br/><br/><em>It is true.. you really can't choose your family.</em>She thought as she took half the pint in several quick swallows. She had worked with several catfolk, and most weren't this scattered brain.<em>Cayden give me strength. I've got a wizard of some power with the attention span of a sparrow in a tornado.</em>She thought grumpily as she finished off the pint and poured another before heading back to her seat. She was counting up to twenty and back down, in each language she knew, silently as she considered what to do next. She pointedly sat down with her mug between her plate, which was on the arm rest of her chair, and table her feline sister was on. There was an air of impending danger in the air, an unspoken claim on the plate. She finished her silent count as she took another sip of her drink and exhaled as she looked back to Crassus.<br/><br/>"So we're to meet this council and go from there? Quashing the bandits and then going from there?" She asked as she mulled over what sort of things Naruni might make. Definitely a very profitable, if niche, market there. She pulled off her gauntlets and dropped them on her shield and looked thoughtful. " 'What we have and haven't.'" She repeated her father's mantra again as she considered things. "We need to put down the bandits for sure, without a secure route for trade we can't grow. We'll need to look into a militia later on though."