<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Cassia Ironbane (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2306874)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/mPHMxoT.png)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Brawler/1<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>12<br/><strong>AC : </strong>17<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>None<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>None<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/>(none)<br/><hr/><br/>Cassia with a groan followed into the museum, in truth she knew the place quite well. It was a place where to...her parents did bring her often as a child. So the tapestries and all regalia in-display she remembered well, nothing hasn't changed over the decades. As they arrived to second crusade displays, bittersweet, anger bubbled beneath the surface. Her parents had been part of said crusades, both retired the same time the heroes died and wardstones were erected. They told so many stories about people they followed. Any local, any girl, with such parents would be proud and she was.<br/><br/><em>"But more than anything, instead of being crusaders, would wish they would have lived instead of died as dumb heroes!"</em><br/><br/>Cassia looks at the sword in display and points it out and says; "Behold, the most revered paperweight of crusades! I recall a entire generation of paladins tried to wake her up but nothing, not even sparkles. Sword is dead as it's the owner no doubt is. Now bitterly reminds everyone none crusades after it has succeed as well as the second did."