<strong>Fiona Smythe</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=845127)<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/FionaSmythe.jpg)</div>Female LN Human Cavalier (Huntmaster),<strong>Level</strong>5,<strong>Init</strong>2 (+2),<strong>HP</strong>49/49,<strong>Speed</strong>30 feet<br/><strong>AC</strong>20 (+2 if Challenge Conditions Met),<strong>Touch</strong>13,<strong>Flat-footed</strong>18,<strong>CMD</strong>20,<strong>Fort</strong>7,<strong>Ref</strong>4,<strong>Will</strong>4,<strong>CMB</strong>+8,<strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong>5<br/><strong>Attuned +1 Greatsword </strong>+9 (+7 Power Attack) (2d6 + 5 (+5 Challenge) (+6 Power Attack), 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>Attuned +1 Mithril Breastplate</strong>(+7 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Natural)<br/><strong>Abilities</strong>Str 17, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14<br/><strong>Condition</strong>Prepared for the Journey (EX) (Favored Terrain: This One)<br/><hr/><br/>Fiona glares at the empty room, returning to the group with a scowl.<br/><br/>"Ghosts, huh? I saw a bit of a skirt in there. I thought a woman was hiding away, but I don't see anything in there. Or anywhere else. Ghosts are more your areas of expertise."<br/><br/>She sheathed her sword, and gently whistled. Hemmingway relaxed, landing in front of the fire to warm itself up. Fiona sat down in front of the bobcat cub she had dubbed Steinbeck. She offered it a little piece of jerky. She had never heard of anyone bringing a bobcat as part of a hunting pack, so she was wondering if she was just setting herself up for a failure. On the other hand... she liked a challenge.<br/><br/><br/><br/>