Iago Dalamitrin's page

I got my sheet as well. Thank you for putting up with me towards the end, and thank you for trucking onwards.

I will perhaps see you online in a game in 2020. But in the meantime, I need to take some time off.

See you all around!

My alignment doesn't allow me to be the contrarian here. :(

Iago nods. "Might as well have people with the perspective of millenia give their opinion to those who will listen."

Nitre's Extra attack, since I can only surge once a turn.

Greatsword vs Bad Guy: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 13 - 2 + 3 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 11 + 6 = 24

Iago manages to pull from the dark 3energies to veer his blade into the creature once. But twice? That would be pushing it, even with the spirit of the Ruby Sage looking over him.

Thankfully, Nitre is also looking over him. And at her command, he sinks the blade in deep into their last opponent. "Don't take it too hard" he comments mockingly, before pulling his weapon out and looking about the now-quiet room.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Lets use the second surge GM ScorchedOne has rolled to apply to this check. This generates a 27 perception.

"So lets see. We have Amenophus hanging in that crystal chamber there, two pacified guardians. Aaaaand..."

Sorry, just woke up from being at GenCon. Posting shortly!

I think it is.

Assuming it is our turn again.

Iago's grin turns into a comical air of surprise as the air is driven from his lungs.

"That... Hurt..." he wheezes, before lifting his sword for a counterblow.

Regular attack: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 2 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 11 + 6 = 22
Mythic attack: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 2 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 11 + 6 = 19

Iago's eyes widen as a voice in his mind goes: "Really, you're surprised by this?" Then all of a sudden, dearest Nitre's voice rings through. "Huh? Oh. Right. RIGHT!"

Immediate Action strike: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 13 - 2 + 3 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 11 + 6 = 24

The adamantine blade arcs through the air, digging deep into the creature's armpit.

Regular attack: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 13 - 2 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 11 + 6 = 25
Confirm?: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 13 - 2 = 14
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 11 + 6 = 21
GM reroll that crud: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 2 + 5 = 33
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 11 + 6 = 22

"I think you might be onto something!" he exclaims with joy as he pulls his blade out and swings again!, possibly lopping an arm and a stony head off.

"Nitre. Baby. I could kiss you right about now."

If that's enough, I'll spend a mythic point to move my speed up to the next one and hit it. Otherwise, I'll spend a mythic point to hit the first one again.

Regular attack: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 2 = 28
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 11 + 6 = 22

I'm sorry, I'm trying my best - which at the moment isn't great.

I'll be taking a very long break away from these boards once all is said and done. I am crispy fried burnt out.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Iago, grumbling slightly at the convenience of the crystal's attitude, does sense that somehow they are being truthful.

"Alright. I certainly hope you aren't feeling adventurous enough to try and leave us. We are in the middle of the Pillars of the Sun after all. You barely got through one way, with all your preparations and gear" he warns, unhappily.

Stepping on as their rearguard, Iago strolls on into the room, an eye out for danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Well I'll be.

"Statues. I hate statues. The ones that are left in tombs especially" he comments, as he makes an idle moulinet with his weapon.

Ouch. Hope you get out of it ok!

Iago nods, nudging the pair along. "Yeah! That sounds like a great idea! Come on."

Stormy, what are you unclear about?

Iago is the first to snap out of the reveries induced by such ancient ruins.

"Well, looks well-preserved for something its age." He eyes Amenopheus before coughing and adding as he grips his blade in both hands: "Lets go on in before we get a sunstroke out here."

He moves through the first room cautiously.

Perception, Entrance room: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"My once-aspis friends, I would suggest you stop looking through the doorway we just came in through and focused on moving forwards."

Assuming there is nothing of note in the first room...

"Hmm. I know this is where the jeweled sages had their pig roasts, but did they really need the man-sized gem here?"

Perception, Gem room: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Sorry, the last two weeks have not been great for me work-wise. Also, there are other issues at hand. Feel free to bot me whenever is necessary.

Iago clicks his tongue, shaking his head as Nefti seemingly gives some thought in things he shouldn't even think about. "Come on New Friend. Lets do some pathfindering!" With that said, he herds the younger Aspis towards the entrance, his stance ambivalent as to whether he is going to protect the lad or use him as a shield.

A high enough Sense Motive Check would probably indicate that he would defend the unarmed kid. Iago is Chelish, not a monster.

Iago, catching up with the rest of the Pathfinder team, rushes up to the beardless one. "Greetings! Have you ever had a hunk of metal slammed against your head? Move in any way that isn't a surrender and you will find out!"

Iago, confused, looks about to try and understand what is going on:

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Oh. OH. THEY'RE THAT WAY???? SHIT, WAIT FOR MEEEEEEE!!!!"

"Oh you mean that... HEY, WAIT FOR ME!!!!"

I believe I'm mire, so I'm going to unmire myself. And then contemplate the futility of existence.

"And so I said to him: "Oh really? Well then, let me introduce you to... Uh..."

Full Round Action.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Iago looks around him, stunned. "Whats' going on?"

Whelp. Next time.

Iago follows the cryptic, Weird instructions, channeling strange powers from beyond.

Mythic points regained: 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Alright. Well. Maybe we'll have some leverage over them to get the sage stones back." He frowns, and looks to Farzinel. "Farzinel, do you still have those tablets? I feel like channeling the power of the stars might be a good idea right about now."

Totally using those tablets.

Let me know when we get to the point where Iago must choose whether or not to read from the Tablets of Skelos (TM) to regain mythic power.

Iago, stuffing his wand back in his pants, gets back to his feet. "New plan sounds good. Let's go with that."

Endure Elements still applicable here?

Iago collapses down upon the sand, panting heavily. "Remind me... To buy Stormy... A drink... And a smoking hot Calistrian with six-packs for days for a night" he replies to Nitre.

He produces his wand of curative magics. "In the meantime, could you hit me with this a couple times?"

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

That should bring me to full.

"Yeah. I'm glad I'm not dead too. I'd take a set of scales, but I think I want to let it hollow out first. Yeah. That's it."

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Iago feels the heat blast around him and grits his teeth before feeling Stormy's soothing touch. "Thanks "Notahealer", I'm Iago" he mocks, before turning back around to give the creature a thrashing.

Die creature, Die!: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 2 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 8 ⇒ (4, 5) + 11 + 8 = 28

"I'm sorry a breath WHAT?" says Iago as he slashes at the creature's throat.

Die creature, Die!: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 2 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 8 ⇒ (1, 5) + 11 + 8 = 25

He looks back over his shoulder to Stormy and her cat. "I HOPE THAT FIRE IS HEALING FIRE!!!"

Spending another Mythic Point to slash at it then move.

Die creature, Die!: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 2 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 8 ⇒ (3, 2) + 11 + 8 = 24

With a final slash, Iago begins to run towards the druid, hoping his armor will hold against the incoming giant salamander blow.

Provoking all day, all night and weekends too.

Whoops!

Iago, unable to deal with the creature with his greatsword, attempts to regain control of the grapple.

Grapple Reverse, Mythic Surge: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (15) + 10 + (1) = 26

So the bad news is that I don't have any abilities that allow me to mitigate any of that. The good news is... Well, there is no good news. Although, I might be able to afford the Raise Dead.

Iago performs a moulinet, chuckling. "Alright, well lets kill the thing that killed a death worm!"

Spend one point of mythic power to increase my speed by 30.

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Iago rushes towards the base of the hill the creature is on, and promptly proceeds to trip over a rock.

"Acid? Hmm. My blacksmith is going to have a fit when I get back" comments Iago wryly. "Anyway, I think we should go..."

Survival: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 2 = 14

"...that... Way? Maybe?" he finishes lamely, pointing in a strange direction.

Shall we go with that and call it a day?

"Oh screw this to the depths of the Abyss."

How much damage would I need to inflict? My adamantine greatsword is known to break stuff.

"Oh" exclaims Iago, a little embarrassed at overlooking the top of the ancient stone door. "Yes. That. Right. Well let's see what we can do here."

Strength check assist?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Mmm. Them vanishing doesn't sound likely. Unless they tried the ritual and the black rug took them?"

Perception (Assist?): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Iago scoffs. "Extra power and all we do is get the attention of people from a dark rug?" He snorts. "With our power we could sunder them in half! Look at how easily we dealt with the latest threat! I was a little afraid someone might be at risk here but after that, I feel like I could take on an entire squad of Dotarii!"

Iago looks about nonchalantly, wiping the ichor and blood off his sword.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

"Well. This is all very... Messed up. We should leave, before one of those murals pounces out at us."

With one threat out of the way, Iago races around to deal with the blinking dog. "Here doggy, doggy, doggy, doggy, I have a big bone for you!!!"

Greatsword, PA: 1d20 + 13 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 3 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 8 ⇒ (3, 5) + 11 + 8 = 27
Mythic Surge to Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2

With a nod, Iago complies with the sudden order, nonethless a little bewieldered.

Greatsword, PA: 1d20 + 13 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 3 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 8 ⇒ (2, 5) + 11 + 8 = 26

But so stunned is he at Nitre's newfound abilities that he completely misses.

Iago steps out of the way of one blue lion-dog-thing only to place himself ideally for the other to come and chomp down on him.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"That hurt, but hopefully this will hurt you more."

Spending another mythic power to avoid the penalty for a minute.

Greatsword, PA: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 11 + 8 ⇒ (5, 5) + 11 + 8 = 29

The blade cuts deep into the offending creature's flesh.

Fort vs Gaze: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

But as he looks up, the gaze of the creature shreds him to pieces. "Found my next opponent!"

As the heat of the sun really begins to make itself felt, Iago looks about and curses under his breath. "Endure Elements is a stupid spell, and my name is Iago and I just like to burn in the sun while I raid tombs."

Survival (Aid someone): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 28

With an annoyed tsk he looks around before turning around at the sensation of Stormy's hand on his shoulder. "At least I've got some idea as to how to make this trip not take quite as long. Thanks by the way."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Iago nods, his smile turning bitter as he begins to think of the trials ahead. "So it blows hot and cold. Great. Indecisive desert. I love it."

Diplomacy (Gather Information) - Surge!: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 4 + (6) = 29

A few moments later, the Chel can be found in a roadside Inn as his companions frantically prepare to trek down to the Pillars of the Sun. "And then I asked the Sinspawn:"How ugly do you have to be that they don't even want to sacrifice you to ancient demons?""

Yep! Although fair warning, things are super hot at work right now so my posting might be a little slow for the next month or so.

OK, so I am buying a cloak of Resistance +1 and a cold iron dagger. Make a note of that GM, it's game breaking.

With regards to the powers I took, I decided to go with anything that gave me extra movement. So now my movement is 50, I can move an extra 30 if I want and hit something, I can move before or after a full attack. And I also can disregard one type of DR.

-Fleet charge
-Fleet warrior
-Impossible speed
-Penetrating damage

How does that sound?

I agree, and will share as soon as I have picked through all that.

Iago, nonchalantly playing with a dagger, looks to the others with a raised eyebrow. "Listen, if I have to pay another cleric to Raise Dead your spirits and good humor, this journey is going to be going very poorly." Putting away the dagger, he slaps Nitre's back as he continues: "C'mon, live a little!"

Character update incoming tonight.

Alright, will need to update Iago but I'm almost ready.

I believe we are. In any case we should be hearing back from our GM as we do not have chronicle sheets yet.

Well then, I'll purchase that with PP, then I'll roll a day job.

Day Job (Survival): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Is the Hunting Lodge Vanity legal for Core?

Theld is momentarily invested with the blessings of Sarenrae! And for some obscure reason, Rovagug doesn't mind!

Iago gestures with his righ, unencumbered, arm. "Nothing here... We... We're done with this gods-forsaken place." He shifts Nitre's body to a more comfortable position as they arrive into the courtyard as he thinks about what he wants to say. "We made it out of here by the skin of our teeth. Nitre didn't make it. And I'm not sure that this next assignment from Amenopheus will be any easier."

Out of the compounds' walls, he approaches his camel and begins to lash Nitre to it's back. "Maybe we all needed more field experience. Maybe only a few of us did. All I'm saying, is that I want to steal treasure from long-dead monarchs who don't care for it anymore, and then drink myself to a late grave as the centerpiece of an all-out orgy, not carry my teammates out to beg a Pharasmin for mercy." He checks the straps to make sure they are tight, elliciting a grunt from the mount, which he ignores to add: " Or bury them. If we continue on, we need to make sure we are ready for this. Look deep down in ourselves. Talk to your favorite god for advice." He looks to Theld and corrects himself: "Or your second favorite god. Or maybe the opposite of your god in every way shape or form. Point is: I don't want to do this again. Not because I love money more than I care for my teammates. But because at some point, my money is going to run out. And as we saw, it looks like our VCs don't care that about us."

He mounts the annoyed camel. "Something to consider." He clicks his tongue, before adding with a glimmer of his old demeanor: "Anyway, we need to get back to Sothis or Eto quick; I want to find out if I'm going to be in a drinking game with Nitre when we return."

Iago nods, hefting up Nitre's body on his shoulder as he begins to make his way towards the exit. About halfway through the complex, he finally speaks up. "We're not ready."