<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://imageftw.com/uploads/20091029/Female_Warforged.jpg) (http://imageftw.com/uploads/20091029/Female_Warforged.jpg)</td><td> <strong>Sword</strong><br/><br/>Her tigereye gems twinkled slightly for Koram's reaction, pleased she seemed to have done it adequately.<br/><br/>"Dance?"  She briefly flashed back to nights at the palace, watching the dancing slaves.  They had seemed to move with such fluid grace, like their hips were not even connected to the rest of them.  And even as their hip scarves swished and tinkled, the swords balanced on their heads never faltered.  "I have never tried..." she mused.<br/><br/>Picking up her weapon, she tugged at a strap, the wrapping falling neatly away, revealing a curved sword that would be large for an ogre.  Several nearby patrons draw back from the warforged wielding a six foot length of steel, but she carefully balanced the fulcrum on her head, held out her arms, and attempted to sway her hips.  It was quite stiff, barely a rough caricature of a belly dancer.  Fortunately, she managed to keep from tipping over and slicing anything, or any one.<br/><br/>Perform (dance) 7+0 = 7<br/>Balance 19-1 = 18</td></tr></tbody></table>