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About Blythe Astor==RISE OF THE RUNELORD'S== BLYTHE ASTOR
==DEFENSE==
==OFFENSE==
==STATISTICS==
Feats Combat reflexes, Deadly aim, Exotic weapon proficiency (Firearms), Gunsmithing, Light armor, Martial weapons, Point-blank shot, Precise shot, Simple weapons
Special abilities
Languages Chelaxian, Common Carrying capacity 33/66/100
Background:
The daughter of the notorious 'Bleeding Rosa', Blythe has always been into gun-running. While she herself is not wanted in as many countries as her mother, she still travels with caution. Most recently she delivered a shipment of hand cannons to a rather large, gray-skinned merchant in Magnimar, who was taking them to somewhere in the Iron Peaks. She doesn't ask questions. She stopped by the village of Sandpoint to visit her aunt Amele, Uncle Alergast, and little Aeren and Verah, whom she has never met. She is from Corentyn, Cheliax, called Port Indomitable, or the City of Nine Forts. Blythe grunted as her face was slammed into the wet pavement. She could feel a cut on her cheek as the city guard who was accosting her put his knee in her back. He laughed, searching through her pockets, being a bit free with his wandering hands. "Who do we have here?" he said, drawing out her papers. "Yadira Larke. From Qadira. Age 64. Well, that seems unlikely." The other guards laughed. They were detaining several street urchins, who were trying to yank their elbows free and run. "I'm going to slit your throat in front of the magistrate, and he's going to thank me you pompous—oof!" The guards broke out laughing as Blythe was struck in the face again. One of the children kicked the guard holding her hard in the shin, shoved one of the other guards, and in the ensuing tussle all three kids scrambled away, ignoring the yells pursuing them out of the alley. Blythe laughed, dirty water getting in her mouth. The guard hissed at her. "What's so funny, missy? Got what you wanted? Those little beggars got away, and you're the hero, yeah?" "I don't give a toss, you moron. I wasn't trying to free them. I was just trying to beat your shorter-than-I-thought-possible ass for thinking you had a right to harass them." She strained to peer back over her shoulder, then at the other guards. "Seriously. How is he that short?" With a menacing growl, the guard punched her face into the cobblestones again, and the others joined in, kicking her everywhere. Blythe grunted and cried, trying to scream in anger, in rage, almost laughing as she sobbed through what was surely one of her ribs being broken. Suddenly, a huge boom echoed through the ally. The guards tripped over themselves and her as they fled. The water on the ground tasted coppery now. Or perhaps that was her. Her vision was blurry, the world wavering as the clouds opened up, rain splashing down like a haunting embrace, its cold fingers caressing her skin as a dark figure loomed over her, stooping low. She gave in to the embrace, her consciousness sinking below the waves into deep, quiet, peace.
Stats:
Natural 20's: 3 Natural 1's" 2 Criticals: 1 Fumbles: 0 Damage dealt: 86 = 10+12+12+8+5+11+6+12+10 Average damage dealt: 12.3 (out of 7 hit) Attacks: 157 = (4+8+20+11+20+14+6+16+17+6+2+3+15+1+14) Number of attacks: 15 Average attacks: 10.5 Accuracy: 54% (7/13) Defense (hit/total): 42% (8/19) Max damage taken: 6 (by Tsuto) Damage taken: 41 (9) = 2+5+2+2+5+6+7+4+8 Average damage received: 4.5 Goblins: 3 Warchanter: 1 Koravus Rolls: 187 = (13+8+19+4+4+4+3+1+18+18+3+17+18+5+18+20+14)
Started campaign September 15th (234 days as of 5/8/13)
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