Iaodal II's page

Apologies, I've already done Silent tide, good luck getting a group. It was quite fun.

Sounds like fun, I'll update this guy then.

Thanks for the game, and sorry for bailing out for a bit. I rather enjoyed myself with this group.

Subbed, no day job. Thanks for running this.

"Pray tell is anyone else hurt?"

Iaodal reaches out and pokes the halfling with his wand.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Iaodal seems to come out of his trance and rushes back into the cave to join his companions. Hearing the sounds of battle he redoubles his pace trying to shake off the strange visions of the burning trees he was transfixed by.

Alright so I just got a call that I'm being deployed on a fire in northern Idaho. I can be out for any where to a few days up to 2 weeks. Sorry for the short notice but its a much as I get. I'll post as soon as I'm home. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Feel free to GM NPC me.

Delays till someone takes damage

"Alas my skills focus on the divine. I've not taken the time to study mortal creations."

Sorry if Iaodal is coming off as a bit of a pompous jerk, his Azlanti heritage make him think hes better than most and he *hates* elves.

"Yes, Iso and Tzaron, you did well to finish the creature." Ioadal smirks feeling satisfied that without his intervention things could have gone much worse.

Iaodal waits to see if another burst of energy will be needed.

Iaodal rushes forward into the chamber and calls upon the holy light of his goddess to purge theses creatures.
Channel positive to harm. 4/5 remaining 1d6 ⇒ 6 DC 14 Will for half

Iaodal gives the Gillman a silent nod of respect then follows the group keeping to the rear now.

Iaodal watches the halfling, unsure how effective such a large blade will be at hitting the small insects.

Iaodal eyes the man suspiciously, but sensing no hostile intent speaks slowly ensuring his mouth is visible to the man. "What is it you and your people have been doing down here?"

After hearing what the inscriptions are Iaodal take a moment to collect some rubbings and notes on them. "Yes, now we should move on. "

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Knowledge History: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Iaodal scoffs at the primitive looking reliefs. Without a word he straps his heavy shield to his arm.

"Hmm, well perhaps the may be another way for me to get across, I fear I an no good at leaping. "

Heads up I'll be at a con this weekend and may be GMing this scenario. Not sure yet what I'm running but this is on the list. I'll try to be able to get in a post a day but I might be out of touch for the weekend.

Iso could probably carry it easily with his 18 str.

"You would be welcomed to try it." He offers him the rope after finishing the knots.

While I don't know what she carried, I do have some rope and a hook as well. Iaodal will begin tying knots in his rope to make any climb easier.

"Brute, I'm certain there are more things within you can test you axe on. Let's not delay."

Iaodal tries to keep to the middle of the group.

Iaodol retrieves a long slender wand from his bag and begins to tend the halfling's wounds. "If we had more time I would use more mundane means but this should suffice for now."
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

As the spiders flee from the fire wielding pathfinders Iaodal lets out a sigh of relief. "अच्छा छुटकारा... I positively detest vermin. "
Survival aid: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1 He looks about and quickly give up on finding the route.

"Was anyone injured? I can at least be of some assistance then."

As the swarm beings to cover Janira, Iodal reaches out and touches her with holy power. He then swiftly moves away from the dangerous swarms.

"बेस्ट उन्हें मिल भी बंद नहीं करने के लिए"

Cast Virtue on Janira, granting 1 Temporary HP move action away from the swarms

And that is why I have spark.

Iodal stares blankly as the elf speaks, "ओह, आप एक प्रकाश की जरूरत है?"

With a snap of his fingers he ignites Eldlen's torch.

Sorry about that, stats are up.

"I hope it is not too far, my feet do grow tired of these streets already. Perhaps a carriage would be more appropriate for ones of our standing. No need to do things the hard way." He very clearly ignores the barbarian's uncouth behavior.

An impressive young man enter the establishment shortly after Kreighton Shaine's departure. His coal black hair hangs about his face framing his violet eyes that speak to his distant azlanti decent.

He looks down his nose at the assembled group of other agents. Putting his hand up to his face he sighs. "At lest this should be better than that mess at the God's Mouth Ossuary ..."

He closes the distance to pathfinders then introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Iodal, the second of this name, and chosen of The Healing Light." He gives a slight inclination of his head to each of the agents but greets the Elf's eyes with a sharp scowl.

"So when do we get started?"

Human Oracle of Life level 2, if there is still room I need to transfer his stats off his sheet an put them up but I can have that done in a few min.