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The sight of Nester makes Iolance bark out a laugh. "Hey, what's life without some surprises. Your secret's safe," she says with something-eating grin. "So, what now?"

"My turn," Iolande mutters, as she's commanded to stop the running woman. She hustles closer to the door, the casting of a spell on her lips.

Color Spray, DC 14 Will

50220-2 for Iolande.

Iolande's hand idly strays to her sword hilt, her back to the wall and a sharp eye out, just in case anyone tries anything strange.

"Besides," Iolande adds, idly tossing Otti the apple. "You're more likely to have an exciting time. Think of the stories you'd get to tell, and the free mugs to keep your whistle wet."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

No harm done, Ven. I just didn't want to step on toes.

Can I wait and see what Veniera says to Small Otti before posting? She might have a better chance than Iolande does of sweet-talking him

"I'm good, but thanks for your generous offer," Iolande says, giving the stout halfling a knowing wink. "However," she adds, pulling an apple out of her pack. "I was wondering if we could ask about your going rates."

Given the options, and with a chuckle, Iolande decides to inquire after Otti's rates and wares. She looks in the first tavern near the docks she can locate to try and find him.

"Better a long walk than a short fight. It's safer, really." Iolande does smile at the prospect of that hot meal and cold ale, but she nods her assent to Nester. "We should start asking now, to save time."

Where the more talkative and stealthy people go forward, Iolande hangs back. During the discussion, the young Magus keeps an eye out in case this old gardener woman has friends.

"I think we should," Iolande answers. "But we approach with caution. We do not know anything about the occupant of the log-house, but we might technically be tresspassing.

She gives a friendly smirk down to The Twigg. "I'm no fun, yes, I know."

"Hmm. Wonder why she's out here in the sticks," Iolande says, and finds a couple of gold pieces to add to the donation. She even smiles when she sees the others doing so, and The Twigg's assistance of finding Stromar's missing money gets a quick grin to the gnome. "For luck. We'll need it."

Also taking 10, gives me a 11

The shrine and statue intrigue Iolande, but hearing The Twigg from below, and takes a rope and lowers it to assist him up the incline. "Easy now," she says. [b]"It's not going anywhere."

Fort 1 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Fort 2 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Fort 3 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Fort 4 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

"Sewers, tombs, forests, cities," Iolande adds with a shrug of her shoulders. She rubs her hands together and uses the fire to keep warm. "We go where the job is. Simple as that. The trail rations are eaten, as well.

Taking some time, Iolande circles the camp, picking up only branches and twigs that have fallen off the trees. She doesn't dare pluck anything from the trees themselves.

Returning with a small bundle of wood in her arms, she asks. "Is it safe to build a fire, here? They did warn us it would get very cold at night."

"Veniera is right; I think we're all okay." Iolande crouches by the deceased panther-like beast, and touches the skin on it's muzzle, which seems to move freely. "I've never heard of Krenshar being in this area before. It's magical, as you've said, Urdel. They sometimes befriend druids or rangers, so it's possible there might be another entity in this forest who brought it along."

And just like that, it's over. Shaking her head to get the last of the sleep fuzziness out, Iolande finally finds her bearings. As Moll and The Twigg approach, she follows a few steps behind. It might be some kind of magical creature she learned about from her studies.

Knowledge: Arcana 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"Oh, bloody-" Iolande mutters, cutting herself off as the cat comes into view. Her head is still a little fuzzy from sleep, and she curses herself for not being alert as she reaches for her sword and tries to get to her feet.

Standard action to wake up, move action to stand up from Prone

Oh! That's good news. My bad for not remembering that.

*raises hand* Quick question. What about Faction missions?

Taking her time, Iolande take care to cross the river via the fallen tree. There are others looking for tracks, but she keeps silent, as if trying to listen for something.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Among their number is a human woman who appears to be somewhere in her mid twenties. Her dark hair is cut short, framing an oval face which seems to be in a perpetual smirk.

"Iolande Hafford," the woman answers, at the request for introductions. Her accent, though light from years away from said homeland, is Galt-ish. "I know a little swordplay and a little magic, still working to combine the two."

At the Centaur's warning, the young Magus nods. "Thank you for the warning. We will be on our guard for this cat, and we will take care not to do anything to harm these woods."

Okay, memorized spells:

0-level: (DC: 13) Acid Splash Detect Magic, Prestidigitation
1-level: (DC: 14) Color Spray, Shield

I offer up 1st level Magus Iolande Hafford for consideration.

"And if you have friends," Iolande says. Her sword is still out, but she's not threatening the now-visible attacker. She's watching the area, in case some extra thugs try and get the drop on them.

"Okay, we have to move," Iolande says, but doesn't let go of the link. She makes a note to learn a Darkvision spell when she's strong enough, but that is a long ways off.

"Well, that was fast," Iolande mutters, and prepares herself.

Swift Action: Spend 1 Arcane Pool Point to make my sword +1.
Standard Action: Cast Shield (Effective AC is now 18)
Move action: Join hands with the link.

Without prejudice, Iolande takes Daimonji's hand. "Ready!"

Iolande takes a few moments to get her breath back, and wipe eyes that sting from the smoke. She wanders over when she chest is opened, and her eyes widen just a touch at the sight of the scarab. However, Ryster gets to it first, and she gives him a private smile.

"I agree with Hrolf," she finally says. "The warehouse fire will alert her and cause her to squirrel herself away until this blows over. It's...regretable how it makes us appear, but it needs to be done."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Oh thank goodness.

Seeing the exit, and keeping her head bowed breathing shallow to avoid choking, Iolande works with Daimonji: to make a break for the doors and back into open air.

Fortitude 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Iolande keeps herself steady as the smoke starts to get thicker. "Thanks. Let's go." She starts to move backwards towards the nearest exit.

Starting at F4 and going south, how far can we get with the foot locker this round?

"Not without this," Iolande calls back to Daimonji. "I think they left it here."

She'll move, what, 10 feet dragging the foot locker? That'll put her at E4

Okay, I can take a single move action to D5. How big is the foot locker. Can it be picked up?

Sorry! I've been sick since Wednesday.

Iolande moves over to I-5

I agree with Jake on this one. Into the breach?

"Works for me," Iolande replies with a shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe we should try and bar the other door, in case they make a run for it?"

While the others question the sisters, Iolande tries to keep a sharp eye out just in case they're not working alone.

Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Iolande seems to be on a roll...well, for her she is with her rotten luck. She sees the outline, and hopes that gives her enough of a visual to attempt a Daze spell at the invisible one.

Iolande doesn't have much time at all for back-patting at the success of her spell. She hears something and her head snaps up sharply and she looks to the cart, just in time to see the cask shrink and vanish. "Nethys' staff," she curses, and looks around the cart, trying to figure out what just happened.

Spellcraft check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Iolande grits her teeth in frustration, and attempts the spell to Daze the woman again before she gets a change to get away.

The entire affair has Iolande on alert, so she is one of the ones to spot the woman in the alleyway. The look of surprise on the woman's face is enough to make the Magus react, and she fires off a quick spell to incapacitate.

Daze; Will DC 13

Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Following Ryster in, Iolande has a wicked smile on her face. "Ready."

"It's really too good a target for these thieves to pass up," Iolande replies. "Count me in, as well."

Letting the more social types confront Torch, Iolande leans against the wall, arms crossed. Her eyes flicker back and forth with a dry expression as the follows the conversation.

"And if her threats on him hold any weight," Iolande says, giving Barnel a look. "Then bringing him with us is probably the only think keeping a dagger out of his back."

"Ryster's got a point," Iolande adds. "And this warehouse. What else did she mention about it?"

Rushing over to the wall, Iolande grabs a handful of ivy and attempts to pull herself upward.

Climb check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3