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Iladora wipes the blood from her axe on the clothing of the fallen goon. "If there are these, there will be others. Let's go." -Posted with Wayfinder
"I'm not beholden to a god anymore," Iladora says as she hoists her axe. "Least of all yours." -Posted with Wayfinder
Did I miss something, or is the reason these dwarves are here in Razmiran being deliberately glossed over? -Posted with Wayfinder
"So why are you here, if not for a subversive nefarious purpose? Our venture-captain left out that part when he sent us after you." -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora chuckles. "Fair enough, but I think it will take more than a cloak or two. A wagon, or a proper disguise. I have neither."
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Iladora nods at Wylka. "Agreed. I've never been able to cast spells, but this seems spell-related." She turns to the doors. "Guess we're back to where we were before. These might be harder to open, though."
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"Didn't think I'd be seeing one of these again for a long time..." Iladora rushes down the hall and swings her axe-- sideways, as though it were a scythe. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Nor I. So we break it down or leave it be, I suppose. And frankly, I didn't come here to leave things be." -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora makes her way up the hallway, searching as she goes for whatever there might be to find.
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Like Draga, Iladora pulls her axe from behind her back when she sees the distinctive dwarven clothes on the floor. "Looks like this is the right way. Let me take point from here." -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora crouched down to take a closer look at the spills. "Well, it's blood," she says dryly. "And not from an animal either. But it's hard to tell where whoever spilled it might have gone or come from." -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora listens to the locked door before moving on. Just as long as nobody comes at us from behind it.
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"I expect we will," Iladora says with a touch of irritation. Once she had no trouble seeing in the blackest of darkness, but she has since discovered that's no longer the case. "Who wants to go first?" -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora watches jealously as Wylka hands over the five gold seemingly without much thought. Then, ashamed of her jealousy, she's reminded once again of just how little she currently has and how far she's fallen from where she once was. She says none of this, however. "Your gold. But I mean to sleep in a bed tonight." -Posted with Wayfinder
Huh. I can't believe that worked. Iladora turns to the others. "Who wants to share a three-person room? It'd be like having officers' quarters." The fact that only one of the others is female doesn't bother her; she's more than used to having co-ed living quarters. -Posted with Wayfinder
My level-minus-three animal companion will totally be a better Bluffer than me... -Posted with Wayfinder
"I've never been a merchant before," Iladora says, emphasizing the word in a way that suggests she finds it beneath her. "Do they have guards? A guard I can do." Absently, she puts a hand to her chest where her holy symbol once hung-- finding nothing, her hand flexes and goes to her side. "And the sneaking." -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora takes Metella's potion and inspects it thoughtfully. "I do appreciate the benefits of a military alliance. I'm-- a former soldier," she adds hesitantly. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Finally. A chance to hit something!" Iladora pulls her axe as she rushes to meet the strange bird, not knowing or caring why it's chosen to attack.
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"We are above deck. You've inspected. We done here?" It'd be so much easier to simply apply his blood to my axe. I'm just concerned it would complicated the mission. -Posted with Wayfinder
Knowing that diplomacy is not her strong suit, Iladora opts to keep her mouth shut. Let it not be said I don't cooperate, she thinks, mentally hoping it comes to blows after all. -Posted with Wayfinder
"It seems like a waste of platinum," she says, eying Passad's coins, "buying our way out of a good fight. And we don't know if it would even work. I say we avoid the docks and take our chances with the barges." -Posted with Wayfinder
"Why were they taken captive? Are they all priests?" Living god. I'll be more impressed if I see a dead one. -Posted with Wayfinder
Dressed in similar armor, Iladora nibbles a sweetmeat cautiously. Urgathoa bestowed on her a nearly constant hunger before, but now if she eats too much the hunger goes away-- a strangely empty feeling. Her straight hair, black as jet, falls to her shoulders, pointed ears poking out from it. Behind her back is a large axe and longbow. At the sight of Wylka's holy symbol, her fingers flex. The scene plays out instantly in her head-- dropping the food as she pulls her scythe, flying toward the man and cutting him down where he stands. Instead, she takes another bite. Not a scythe, an axe. And I've lost my wings. Strange to think the goodly priests are now my allies. "Iladora," she says by way of introduction. "Hunter." -Posted with Wayfinder
In your profile you mention that one of the rolls you make for us, unless specified otherwise, is Survival. Which is fine with me. Just a reminder that as a ranger I get a +1 to Survival when following tracks, or a +2 regarding undead. (Both are noted in my profile, assuming that's where you look before rolling.) -Posted with Wayfinder
Name: SodiumTelluride
Iladora was once an antipaladin in the ranks of the army of Urgathoa, goddess of undead. A demon herself, Iladora was summoned to the Material Plane by a hopeful spellcaster to compete for him in a tournament. Forced by the summoning spell, Iladora went. She was forced to team up with a group of other competitors, two of which had been instrumental in spoiling the return of the lich-king Tar Baphon, whom Urgathoa had hoped would herald in a new age of undead dominance on the Material Plane. The goddess was furious that one of her own was forced to help them, and when Iladora was killed in the tournament and sent back to the lower planes-- without taking any of the others with her-- Urgathoa stripped her of her titles and powers and subjected her to one torture after another. Desperate, Iladora used what influence was left to her to send a message to any of the goodly gods willing to listen. A servant of Pharasma agreed to help, on two conditions: that Iladora pursue and destroy undead wherever they are found; and that she give up the use of Urgathoa's favored weapon, the scythe. Iladora agreed, and with the Pharasmin's help she escaped and fled to the Material Plane, now incarnated as a half-elf. Mortal, powerless, and with no resources available to her, she joined the Silver Crusade faction of the Pathfinder Society in the hopes that doing enough good works would help her avoid being sent back to the lower planes upon her eventual death.
Alric: You crouch by the demoness's dead body, chanting the healing words. In your mind's eye, you can see Iladora's soul quickly descending back to where she came from. Come back, the spell says. She reaches a hand toward you, rising again. Yes, she seems to respond. Suddenly, a large hand reaches out from the depths. Not this time, it says in a guttural voice. Iladora's expression of hope turns to fear. She screams in a far-away voice as the hand pulls her back down into the blackness...
I guess it's just as well, because after that she'd have been pissed. And now I understand the challenge of playing an evil character in a non-evil party haha. Since Iladora seems so ill-fated I think I'll just make a new character. -Posted with Wayfinder
Iladora holds her scythe at the ready, though if the girl attacks she isn't sure what use it'd be. This girl keeps getting more interesting. Is she a naga? A sorceress? "If only I'd done as much as you have," she sneers. "Caught with your diaper down at the first illusion spell we come to. You should learn not to threaten my kind, or you may find your afterlife more unpleasant than most."
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"The question is, how did they spring it? And will it happen again, or is it spent?"
Only as it crushes the life from her does Iladora recognize the spell effect for what it is. Huh. Done in by a stupid trap. As her vision of the ceiling fades to black and she is forced to release her grip on the Material Plane, it occurs to her that this might be the least of her problems. Urgathoa will probably punish me for sheer stupidity, she thinks to herself as she falls through the blackness back to the familiar Lower Planes. Such a golden opportunity to spread chaos among the living, and I fell victim to a spell trap. Suddenly, she feels herself called back to the Material Plane. She returns to her body, lying on the cold floor, and inhales sharply. Standing over her-- as much as the small man ever could-- the little halfling pours healing energy into her. He... brought me back? The Tar-Baphon destroyer brought me back? She wants to laugh at him for helping a demoness like her. To scorn him for being naive. To spit in his face for forcing her to accept his help and giving her goddess even more reason to punish her. To thank him for giving her another chance. Instead of doing any of those things, she grabs her scythe and uses its haft to help her onto her feet. "Got the key," she says shortly.
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