Icilias Vieth's page

The Chilaxian woman sits up, seeming a bit disoriented at being sprawled out on the ground... that is until she notices the blood stains and damage to her travel clothes. "Well that's just lovely, now isn't it?! Blood is so hard to get out!"

Despite her complaints, she seems little the worse for wear and manages to get back to her feet, leaning just a little on her scythe for balance.

She takes a moment to adjust the damaged cloth, then casts a simple spell to stitch the fabric back together. While not like new, it will at least prevent any unsightly exposure. "There. That should do until I have time to take a proper needle and thread to it. Thank you, Tykent, for the timely healing magics. I suppose that I should take better care to defend myself, yes? Especially if we plan to kill a dragon."

Icilias notes the solid hit that Yngvilda took from the creature, and suddenly feels her lack of armor. "Best defense is a strong offense," she mutters to herself as she shifts her position again, studying her target for a weakness, and takes a swing at the massive grioth.

5-foot step

Move Action: Studied Target

Standard Action:
Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 + 1 = 9

Me too, apparently. :p

Icilias shifts her position again as she takes another swipe at the ugly creature.

5-Foot Step

Standard Action:

Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 = 11

Icilias moves up to the creature along side Yngvilda, scythe in hand. "Can you believe it, Yngvilda," she banters with the warrior woman as she takes a swing, "they do get uglier as they get bigger!"

Move Action: Move 25 feet

Standard Action:

Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8

Icilias takes in the crafted beauty of the various rooms as they pass through. While she doesn't care a whit about Irori, she feels a touch of sorrow, seeing this place go to waste with these creatures inhabiting it's halls.

She moves up to help Tykent retrieve the object in the statue, then peers up the circular staircase in the room.

"If we've made sure to cover our tracks, so to speak, on this level, then we should make our way up. Many more creatures to slay before we can a shot at the master, if the druid is to be believed."

Agreed! Oddly, I seem to be unscathed, this time.

I'm a little confused. Yngvilda says she is flanking, but it doesn't look that way on the map. Assuming the map is correct, I'll take that flank. I can actually take advantage of it. ;)

Icilias takes advantage of Cwm's positioning and slashes at the remaining spectre.

Move Action: Move 10 feet.

Standard Action:

Scythe Attack w/ flanking: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Slashing Damage w/ sneak attack: 2d4 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 + (2, 2) = 10+1 fire damage.

Last round for Fires of Hell.

Ugh... that damage roll, though.

Penny chirps up to Icilias "Still trying to master elementary spells ehh newcomer? Let me show you how its done"

"Bah, would be much more effective if we could see them clearly! "

Icilias gives Penny that look that often only passes between noblewomen as they banter with words like duelist do with swords. "Oh yes, my dear. Please do teach me your ways. I can feel the lesson taking root already." Despite the mocking and condescending tone, there is a friendly (if slightly wicked-looking) grin on her face.

As she speaks, she steps into the spectre in front of her, studies it's movements and habits, and slashes at it with her scythe. "Yngvilda, Cwm. Would one of you be a dear and provide a bit better opportunity, please?"

5-Foot Step

Move Action: Studied Target (vs. Brown; +1 bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, and Survival checks; +1 weapon attack and damage.)

Swift Action: Fires of Hell (2 rounds; +1 fire damage on scythe)

Standard Action:
Scythe Attack w/ Studied Target vs. Brown: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 = 15
Slashing Damage (magic): 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 + 1 = 7 +1 Fire Damage

Tactically, it would be good if Yngvilda could step to the NE, and Cwn to the E. Flanking all around. :)

By reaction, Icilias casts a quick cantrip spell, firing a ray of pure white energy at the far spectre (red), then steps in front of Tykent, weapon at the ready.

Standard Action
Disrupt Undead vs. Red TAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Positive Energy Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Move Action

Gah! Cantrips are so bad! :p

Personally, I couldn't figure out where we were on the map. :p

Icilias stirs shortly after Yngvilda. "Could you not speak so loudly, please? I feel like I was run over by an owlbear."

She takes the time to assess the damage and do her best to re-arrange herself to be more presentable. "This will have to do, I'm afraid. Perhaps we can use this room to rest ourselves. That was an especially grueling fight."

Attack of Opportunity: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7

No dice, unfortunately.

Being hit by the mummy certainly put this battle into perspective for Icilias. Rather than retaliate, the noblewoman quickly casts a spell of protection, never taking her eyes off the dangerous creature.

Casting Defensively: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Cast Shield

.... ah crap....

More likely to the side, but who's counting? :D

This is a playing a little meta, but hopefully we can retcon just a tad.

Frustrated with her previous failure, Icilias readies her scythe in a combat stance, and calls out, "Tykent, makes some room for a lady, would you?!"

Hoping that Tykent can make a 5-foot step on his turn so that Icilias can take over the flanking position.

If she can't get into the space, then I'll have to come up with something else. This, of course, is all based on the thought that the mummy is still 'alive'.

Pleased at the effect her attack had, she uses it again. "You don't need convictions, dear Tykent, to cause the undead to burn. mearly a positive touch."

Convert Cause Fear to Positive Touch

Positive Touch vs. TAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Positive Energy Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Positive Touch 4/6 uses.

Icilias' eyes seem to almost glow with an inner fire at the sight of the mummy. "I'll show you 'convictions', creature." She stretches her hand out towards the mummy, and bright white ray of light lances out at the undead.

Convert Expeditious Retreat to Positive Touch

Positive Touch vs. TAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Positive Energy Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Confirm Crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Crit damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Positive Touch 5/6 uses.

Icilias follows into the tunnel, careful to keep her scythe blade from digging into the sides of the walls as she goes down, and the up, the ladders. "Wouldn't a simple secret door in the wall have sufficed? This seems more than a little overdone."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Icilias moves carefully through the room, though she does take a brief moment to admire the architecture of this temple.

Icilias strikes back with her scythe, shrugging off the bite of the grioth's strange blade. "You didn't mention that they were so ugly," she mentions to her new companions.

5-foot Step

Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 (vs. Blue)
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10

(Assuming no one else has done so...) Icilias releases Azmur from his bindings and joins the others. "The sooner we start looking for these 'lieutenants', the less time they have of gathering force."

Icilias waves a hand in dismissal, "Yes, let the poor wretch go. His only crime is poor judgement. And he has given us some good information on our enemies."

"Glad to hear that you've come to your sense," Icilias scoffs at Azmur. "Of course we'll take care of all that. It's why we're here in the first place."

Icilias also attempts to recall any knowledge on the listed creatures.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Icilias takes a moment to re-compose herself, straightening out any unseemly wrinkled clothing and tucking in the old loose strand of hair.

"Apologies for my outburst, but he was being completely unreasonable."

While in the heat of combat, Icilias seems to fall back to her roots as a Chelaxian noblewoman, barking orders rudely and applying a sneer to her countenance. "We don't need to kill the fool! Just knock him senseless!"

She follows up her command with a spell of her own, taking care to incant carefully while keeping the druid's attacks at bay.

Concentration vs. DC 17: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Unfortunately, it seems that her own agitation gets the better of her and she fumbles the spell, ruining the casting and causing her to cursing in further frustration.

Icilias looks sternly at Azmur, almost angry, like someone about to scold a child, and strides towards him with her weapon in hand. "You deluded fool," she chastises. "Do you really think such a creature will keep to his word?! It will only do what it wants, and your wife be damned when it gets what it wants!" She sweeps at the man's legs with her scythe, attempting to trip him.

CMB (Trip): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

If she fails, then she will drop her weapon.

Might as well keep trying to reach him, while I'm at it. Diplomacy be damned, this time. She's trying to scare him into submission.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Not with that, she's not. :p

"Look," Icilias begins, talking to Azmur as if he were a child, "Whatever your role in this, you have to know that the request this dragon made is impossible. This little backwater town doesn't have anywhere near the amount that the dragon is looking for, even if they were all able to sell off all that they have immediately. I'm sure that this Aeteperax is more than aware of this. He's playing a game where he gets what he wants regardless. So we are doing what we have to in order to keep that from happening."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Icilias looks at the man questioningly, then back to the others. "Are we supposed to know who this is?" she asked, then turned back to the man, "You're working for this dragon, I take it? Why, prey tell?"

Icilias nods in agreement, taking a moment to wipe down the blade of her weapon, then gets her gear ready to head out.

Icilias can be found in as comfortable a spot as is possible pouring through her spellbook. Despite the night sleeping on the ground, she seems to have barely a hair out of place.

She finishes up her study, carefully putting the book away in it's carry bag. "I'm not so sure that a walk of the grounds would be quite so leisurely. If the dragon had minions out here, I'm sure there are more throughout the property. Caution may well be advised."

Icilias' eyes briefly glow a deep, crimson red - only for an instant - and a nimbus of flame envelopes the blade of her scythe before she swings at the kobold.

Swift Action Fires of Hell

Standard Action
Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8 +1 fire damage

1/2 rounds left of fire damage.

Icilias runs into the guardhouse on Yngvilda's heels, scythe in hand, but steps forward with a swing of her weapon at on of the menacing kobolds (red).

Move Action Move into room.

Standard Action
Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 (Possibly flanking? Not sure if Penny has a weapon out.)
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8

Icilias jumps in to help Yngvilda, putting her weight into trying to get the door opened.

Strength Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Well that was lack luster.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Icialias just looks at the others, silently shrugging her shoulders as if to say, It was worth a shot.

Icilias puts on her most stern expression on her face, the one reserved for those who caused the most grievous insult. Weapon in hand, she steps up to the door, making sure to mot being the any shooters view, but that her voice would carry to the arrow slit. "And who do you think you are to make demands of us?!" she asks, anger dripping from her voice. "We don't know you from ogre's step-child! You will open this door right now, or we will tear it down and and we'll see who's truly impatient!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Icilias pointedly looks up at the sky before adding, "If we were going to rest, it would be best to do so in some kind of shelter. We could check out that old guard house and see if it's suitable, before wandering back into the wilderness."

Icilias lifts the hood of her cloak to try keeping the rain off of her as she looks around at the monastery grounds.

The trip from the crypt was relatively quiet, with the weather drawing away much of the desire for camaraderie. She was fairly certain that her status with the others was suspect, as well, but she didn't let that deter her. She was here for her friend, and she's learned how to get along with people that she was just tossed into a group with.

"A little gauche, don't you think?" she asks, breaking the silence. "Looks like this place is in need of a decorator. Do you suppose anyone is home?"

Icilias hesitates for only a moment before accepting the woman's hand in greeting.

"Thank you. She filled me in on the events leading up to the other night, when the dragon made itself known. Then told me that you had come out to this crypt in search of tools to help put the creature down."

She finally decides to speak up sternly. "Who sent you here? What do you know of this 'dragon threat', and what makes you think you can be of any assistance to me, ahem, to us?"

Having spent many evenings among the other noble women of the Chelaxian courts, Icilias is very familiar with the tone that being directed at her. While she is not here to make enemies, she is unwilling to back down from the challenge. "I sent myself, with the blessings of the baroness, if you must know. I offered my help to a friend, so my help she shall receive. If this is some kind of test, I've already had my 'chops tested'," she nearly spits out the two words, but manages to keep her temper in check, "when I worked for the Pathfinder Society. I don't feel the need to do so again. All you need to know, at least for now, is that this, and this," she taps both her weapon and what looks like a book satchel hanging at her side, "are not merely for show."

"Easy there," Tykent says with a chuckle as he puts a hand on Yngvilda's shoulder. "If she meant us harm, she wouldn't be announcing herself like that - she'd be lying hidden ready to pick us off one by one with that blade of hers." He turns to the stranger. "I'll admit the timing is a bit suspect, but that seems to be the case with the baroness. I myself joined this crew while they were knee-deep in a cave of kobolds." He grins at the memory.

Icilias' expression soften at the man's jovial nature. "I apologize for my tardiness, sir. I would have been here sooner, but I had a long way to travel and a few obstacles got in my way. It certainly doesn't hurt that our communication was cut off somewhere along the way."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

The contrast between Icilias' dark eyebrow against pale skin make the raising of it very obvious. "Werebadger? You mean her old pet cat that she had stuffed? Whiskers...?" The comment is shortly followed by a small smile.

"I think we both know that she is not that kind of woman. You look like you might be, though."

Icilias had responded to her friend's letter about the recent troubles in Belhaim, saying that she was willing to help out if needed. But when she didn't receive a response back, she became worried and rode with all haste. Unfortunately, it still took some time for her to make it to the small hamlet, and there were no shortage of creatures to get in her way. Thankfully, she managed to make it and saw that her friend, the Baroness Origena Devy, was still well. It seems that her message had been intercepted and never received.

After hearing all the details of what has been going on, and the travelers who have been intervening on behalf of the town, Icilias Vieth decided to get involved. She was told where to find the group, but also that they had the only key, which proved troublesome indeed.

Unable to find a way to break into the well-built crypt, the young noblewoman resolved to wait out the group, knowing that they would have had to come out this way again, short of anything foul happening.

Her patience was rewarded when the crypt door opened up to a group of well-stocked adventurers.

Icilias stands up, her weapon of choice-a well-made scythe with iconography of Pharasma etched along the blade- planted into the soft ground in front of her, ready for use but held in a relaxed grip. While her clothing is made for traveling, it is also designed to be as fashionable as such clothing can be. Practical, yet stylish. Her raven-dark hair is cut in such a way to be allowed to hang freely without easily getting in her way. Everything about the woman speaks of experience in both the noble courts and the fields of battle.

"You must be the adventurer's that Lady Devy spoke of," she greets them with a polite smile and slight bow of her head. "I am Icilias Vieth, and I've come to help you rid the land of this dragon threat."

No worries.

It's been interesting reading what's going on. :)

Here I am! I'll wait until GM rolls out the red carpet. :)