<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 heard growls in a hallow under a fallen tree to her left, but she had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen:<br/><br/>She sent a message to the group using her earring,<em>"My bet is that they lay down in the storm and let the snow cover them, planning to rise up out of it and ambush us when we arrived. Classic winter warfare, and quite clever of them. That said, there's an angry animal under the tree to my left. I think I know how to get this started."</em><br/><br/>She knelt down to face the creature in the fallen tree. It was time to cause a distraction, and for that, she'd need to make a new friend.<br/><br/>"Hey there friend," she whispered, peeking under the tree, holding out a bit of jerky, "I know you're not feeling so good right now, but I promise you tasty food, and the blood of your enemies."<br/><br/>She grinned as she motioned the jerky toward the bobcat.<br/><br/>"Now I know you're not happy about those bad men out there, and believe me, I understand. I think they're bad men too. So how about you and I help each other out? Run into their clearing, so they can make themselves wiiiiiide open."<br/><br/>She tossed the jerky in the direction of the dead bobcat, and prepped another piece.<br/><br/>"come on come on come on come on come on..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Handle Animal Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">User ID: 59553 <br/>Roll Result: Fiona Smythe rolled: 1d20, adding 10 to the total<br/>Comment: Making friends sword in hand<br/>Result: 11, <br/>Total: 21</div></div>