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perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Iantha just barely dodges the last attack from the dragon, and she's about to counterattack when it falls. She drops back into a normal stance now that the battle is over, taking a moment to re-orient herself with her surroundings. Her nose wrinkles momentarily at the smell, but there's more important things at hand just this second.

"I do not have any potions. However, I do have... It will not be as effective as a potion might, but I believe it will get him awake, at the least."

She rummages through her things, coming up eventually with a small pouch, from which she pulls what appears to be a pumpkin seed, handing it to Elfire.

"Here. Feed him this."

healing: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

This is one use of the Ally of the Green boon from scenario #7-14.

Iantha bends to snatch the dagger from the ground, calling back her thanks to Elfire. Hoping that it'll have a better result than her previous attacks, she takes a swing with it.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

My bad. Iantha was meant to start the combat just outside the circle with the unconscious woman in it, so she should be by Eoran now. I can't get to my comouter, and drive has some fun issues with my phone, so I can't move the token right now.

"I have nothing, except for maybe too much confidence in my own abilities," she answers, exasperated and maybe a little frustrated with herself. "It is an issue I will be remedying as soon as I again have access to a market."

Flurry 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

damage 1(Not that it hit): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
damage 2: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Iantha is probably going to reconsider this "strictly unarmed" stance she appears to have taken once this mission is over.

Iantha would love to have an option for damage that isn't her fists, she really would. Unfortunately, her options are limited, and,what she has left to her disposal is just to launch into another few attacks.

flurry 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
flurry 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Maybe it's the futility of punching a dragon that's getting to her, but she just can't seem to land a satisfactory hit.

Iantha startles at the sudden appearance of the dragon, but rushes forward to try and help defend Eoran.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
damage?: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Iantha is distracted by the two circles as soon as she enters, entirely missing the scratches on the walls, as well as Elfire's quiet musing. She rushes towards the two circles as well, though she stops just outside the circle, not quite wanting to risk stepping over them until someone more knowledgeable could tell her it would be safe. She looks towards the unconscious woman, concerned.

Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Wasn't sure which was more appropriate to roll - looking for obvious signs of injury/to see if she's okay.

Iantha moves up alongside Moonchaser, taking a swing at the skunk.

attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

She clicks her tongue in quiet frustration as she swings wide.

Iantha aims another two jabs at the remaining bandit she can reach.

flurry 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
flurry 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

dmg 1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
dmg 1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Iantha struggles, her vision starting to swim as the last of the attacks hit home, leaving her conscious - but only barely. She barely hears Eoran call her name, and doesn't quite register what's happened until his healing takes effect, when she flashes him a brief smile as thanks, and turns her full attention to the last bandit to have hit her.

Flurry 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Iantha runs forward beside Sammi and Moonchaser, aiming a punch at the same bandit.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Sorry for being so quiet, guys, it's been a really busy couple days.

"One can only hope he will stay still down there long enough to prevent the climb down from being any more precarious than necessary."

Iantha says this to herself as much as to any of the others, peering over the ravine edge. She seems to kind of steel herself, nodding once before beginning the climb down.

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"How anticlimactic that would be, if his sleepwalking was no attempt to reach a location, but an attempt on his life." Iantha sighs, already weary from the anxiety of watching Kalkamedes apparently try to kill himself on the environment.

She waits to ensure that the others have restrained him securely, then joins Sammi in scouting the swamp ahead.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"It may just be in our best interest to pin him again, allow him movement when we are safely past these thorns."

She looks to Sammi, and motions to his wolf, in particular.

"It's possible that I could carry Sir Kalkamedes, but not easily. If we were to put him on your wolf's back, would that be a more feasible approach?"

After the second stumble, Iantha starts to mumble, once again worrying out loud. Not that there's much she can do to help Kalkamedes in this situation, but that won't stop her from trying to figure out a solution - if maybe he could be carried, if they have any healing that could be spared, if they had a potion, could he even drink it in this state? It would be terrible (and terribly ironic) for him to drown in an attempt to administer a healing potion.

Iantha can barely help the amused look on her face, watching the others struggle to open the metal box. A short laugh, barely more than a sharp breath, leaves her at Gaylin's comment.

(Not that she'd have had much luck herself, she knows she hasn't focused that much on her strength in her training.)

She does stand aside as Eoran sets about identifying the contents of the box, though her curiosity does have her watching the process, interested.

She shakes her head, the temple entirely unfamiliar. As the others begin to look for the key, Iantha hangs back for a second. When it was just looking through the cabin for potential hints, she felt better about it, but now...

She still sets to looking for the key, starting to mutter to herself as she goes. Something about "If it is to help him in the long run," and "If we take anything, it will only be to borrow, right? It will be returned." If she's trying to reassure anyone else, here, she's not speaking loud enough to really address them.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Iantha can't help but smile back at Eoran, some of her usual shyness curbed by a bit of familiarity. "I would have said something if I had known we were to be working together again. Next time, I will be sure to communicate with you more clearly."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

She also makes an attempt to aid in finding something around the cabin that might be of use, without much luck.

Iantha looks around the room, apparently having to tear her eyes away from the man in the bed. She takes a quick stock of her companions, of the room around her, of the Venture-Captain giving them their assignment. With all the other questions being asked, she seems to struggle making herself actually heard, but she does eventually manage to ask the question on her mind.

"It is only him being affected, correct? There is nobody else suffering the same compulsion?"

OllieTwist
Iantha Ferra
239426-1
Silver Crusade
Half-Elf Unchained Monk 1

Iantha pushes into a dash, at least hoping to put a distraction between the Minotaur and the rest of her companions. She pulls a fist back as she nears the creature, letting her forward momentum continue, even as she comes to a halt, in a reckless punch.

I'm not always super great at judging distance, so this is meant to be a charge and I'm almost entirely sure that it falls within the distance for it, but on the off chance it's not then we can ignore the attack roll and take it as a double-move.

Unarmed Strike+charge: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Iantha remains a bit behind Egg, not wanting to interrupt his silent movement, but she also keeps an eye out for the Gillman and any signs of his movement.
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Sorry for the radio silence, I've been out of town and busy the last few days. I should be getting home tonight or tomorrow, so I'll be returning to the usual level of quiet then.

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Iantha almost deflates as the skeletons are dispatched with the holy water, almost disappointed by the combat ending without her help.

As the group examines the note, she motions back to the Dhampir's body, face-down in the cave. "If that is the one responsible for these undead, then it seems to me as if this 'army' will not see much more growth. But, I doubt that this was all of it."

Iantha turns her head to the side, at least partially trying to obscure what she's saying. Even if she isn't saying anything rude, she feels like she shouldn't be speaking about him where he might be able to read her lips.
"I do not think he can hear you. Maybe writing would allow clearer communication."

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Iantha's been quiet, left a little out of her depth by the discussion happening around her. Still, she's a little in awe of the carvings, and especially of the miniature city. She's similarly impressed by her companions, listening with interest to their conversation.

As the conversation wanes, she does find her attention wandering, specifically towards the gillman, seemingly ignoring their attention and movement.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Iantha, following Zinnifen and Themiscyra, takes a running start to try and leap the 10 feet.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Iantha nods, visibly trying to calm herself down. After a few seconds, she's able to stop casting looks back behind her, and actually manages to shoot a small smile at Eoran. "Thank you. Whether you are able to spare spells or not, I am glad to help you stay safe in the event of another fight."

Iantha hesitates, her attention staying on Janira as she darts off. Even as her companions keep moving, and Iantha finds herself carrying on with them, she can't help but glance back in the direction they came, until Janira and the minotaur are both out of sight. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and anxious. Not that it's horribly different from any of the other times you've heard her speak, but she's clearly more worried than usual. "You are of course right, Miss Themiscyra, but... It is regrettable that we are not yet able to properly help."

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Iantha whips around to the grey wolf, and goes for an unarmed strike. If nothing else, the least she can do is distract it from the now-unconscious Eoran.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Unarmed Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Yeah, sorry I hadn't gotten my sheet moved over onto here, yet! That should be fixed now.

When called to introduce herself, Iantha stands a little straighter, as if startled by the sudden attention. She's taller than average, at least for a half-elf, with broad shoulders an athletic build. Half her head is shaved bald, and the remainder of her hair - clearly black once, but with streaks of premature grey and white throughout - is pulled into a thick braid over her shoulder. Between the streaks in her hair and the warm brown of her skin, it's clear that the human half of her heritage was Garundi. She dresses plainly, in a dark brown gi, kept closed by the deep red sash tied around her waist. She keeps wrappings of the same red color around her chest, as well as around her hands and feet. If she carries weapons, they aren't visible - and there aren't many places on her person where one could be kept.

She introduces herself in halting, hesitant language as Iantha Ferra. As the questions continue, she seems to shrink away from Janira, and stutters her way through as many of the questions as she can bear answering. "I was raised in Greengold, but traveled to Jalmeray before - uh. Fifteen years ago? My father took me. A monastery there was kind enough to take me as a student, and I have been spending my time since training. I- I have recently finished my three years of initiation, and am very grateful for the opportunity to finish Confirmation."

This is about when her voice trails off, and she seems unsure how to continue. Instead, she nods once, satisfied enough with her answer to step back and allow the floor to pass to someone else.

Whoop, this wound up in a weird order, sorry this took me a bit to actually get up.

Remaining quiet through much of the proceedings, Iantha stands from her seat, also giving a stiff bow to the Master of Scrolls as he passes her. She turns her attention back to Janira and who she supposes must be her companions, at least for the time being. She doesn't say much, but does inch her way closer to the group.

A real social butterfly, this one.

Player Name: OllieTwist
Character Name: Iantha
Pathfinder Number: 239426-1
Dayjob Check: N/A

I just need to throw the character information onto this profile, but otherwise am good to go.

I'm still pretty new to PFS, and haven't entirely finished getting this character's info onto her alias, but I'd definitely be interested!

Player Name: Oliver A. (OllieTwist)
Character Name: Iantha Ferra
PFS ID#: 239426-1
Faction: Silver Crusade
Race/Class/Level: Half-Elf Unchained Monk 1

Since there's already two martial characters, and another unarmed one besides, I could throw together a caster or healer by August 25th no problem, but I figure I'll throw this up here anyways.