Irini Grigore's page

Thanks Xynen and everyone for a fun run. :)

"The older carvings represent the Twelve Aspects of Aroden," Irini adds for Valon, "Playing out one of the aspects at the shrine imparts a blessing of uncertain value given Aroden's death, though I suppose the inheritor might answer."

Irini takes cover in the brush while she curses the minotaur with a baleful stare.

Irini breaks through the underbrush and steps to the edge of the stream. She points her finger at the minotaur and glares at the beast.

EDIT: Nevermind. It's late. I'm remembering poorly.

Having run it before, she requires a 20.

I'm actively following, but given that we're in rounds, I won't be posting unless it makes sense.

"Well, she is still alive. Would any one of us be?"

Irini moves across the clearing and presses into the brush.

"A tunnel? Good nose," Irini compliments the ratfolk. She moves over to the wall to inspect the tunnel. "Maybe the necromancer's bolt hole."

Irini reinstates the guiding wisdom overseeing Valon with another incantation and gentle touch.

"You fight almost as well as the raptor, Valon."

The witch moves around the dinosaur and invokes her patron for a third time, this time gently touching Valon's shoulder to instill him with guidance.

Irini moves over and invokes her patron once more, instilling guidance on Acelyn.

Irini cringes as the ratfolk tosses a jar of acid that slices off course.

K: Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Irini moves in the back of the cave to get a better view. She twists her hand in an unusual gesture and concentrates on the blue skeleton.

Irini chants, invoking her protective patron, and then gently touches Abdi on the shoulder. He is infused with a sliver of divine wisdom.

The witch then crosses to the far alcove.

East is good.

"We should move deeper into the cave," Irini urges. "This way, perhaps."

"We should clear out these caves to make them safe for your people," Irini comments to Uori as the others perform rituals at the shrine.

Irini quickly begins transcribing Uori's explanation of the diorama.

"Thank you. That is helpful information," she says. "Why do the gillmen come to these waters? Is there a way in which we may reach the shrine without desecrating the pool?"

"Do you speak Taldane?" Irini asks once she catches the gillman's eye. She then changes to a different language.

"Ace, maybe you should introduce us," Irini suggests. "Or does anyone speak Azlanti?"

She makes a note of the diorama and the inkling she has that it is an altar for worship or ritual.

Heh. So chivalrous.

Once she is finished with her notes, Irini moves on through the tunnel illuminated by the blue torches. "I wonder who enchanted these."

"Oh!" Irini looks down at her feet. "So this is how the gillmen got across."

The woman lugs the board down the tunnel and then looks expectantly for someone to finish the job.

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"Interesting," she remarks, removing paper and writing utensil to makes notes on the carvings.

K: History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"I think you missed this one, Chou Wei." Irini says as she points to a scene. "The Hunter slaying the dragon and parading its head through the streets to show all that it is safe again. They all appear to be aspects of Aroden. His other eight aspects must have been depicts, but time seems to have worn them away."

3 days, I think. 1.5 there, 1.5 back.

Edit: For the average party. Some people rest. :)

Heh, wow, she's more commanding than I thought. ;) You could also just throw her pack over. There's nothing fragile in it.

Edit: and her pack plus what's in it weighs 10 lbs.

Anzu can jump better than most of us (he hits 17 on a Take 10). If Amaron goes first, I think you just use the Come command.

The witch continues to back down the tunnel as more of her comrades make the jump.

Once Chou Wei is secure and, more importantly, dry, Irini accepts the scroll from him. She unrolls the vellum and works at deciphering the script.

Spellcraft, DC 21: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Satisfied that she understands the magic, she incants as instructed on the scroll.

Spellcraft, DC 6: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"Maybe it did not work for you because you were chanting with your mouth full."

Irini lands quite safely on the other side, trotting to a stop. She looks momentarily surprised at how well she did, then turns and brushes her hair back over her shoulder with one hand. The other hand on her hip, she asks, "Well? If I can make it look easy, what are you waiting for?"

She backs further down the tunnel to give the dinosaur plenty of room to land.

"Valon, don't get my pack wet."

K: Dungeoneering (untrained): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Irini looks at the halfling with incredulity. "But Janira, we would be at the advantage in the tunnel, if it could even--" she trails off as the senior Pathfinder runs off to be heroic.

K: Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Inside the cave, she squints as the sun rod flares to life. "Thank you, Chou Wei, that would help if we encounter aggressive resistance to our exploration."

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Upon arriving at the flooded pit, she shrugs her pack off of her shoulders and imperiously places it in Valon's arms. "Be a love and carry this across for me."

She marks out a reasonable distance to get a running start and then leaps for the other side of the pit.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Irini intensifies her gaze, supporting herself with one hand on the tree trunk. Small bruises begin to appear on her hands. "They're young hippogriffs. It should not take much more to drive it away."

Irini backs away from the battle between monsters. She concentrates her malign gaze at the remaining hippogriff.

Would have asked hp/HD and saves, but mostly just wanted to be able to call them hippogriff IC.

"Oh, how embarrassing," Irini says as she realizes she has no water skin. "I shall take care of that promptly."

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K:Arcane: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"Oh my! Hippogriffs!" Irini takes cover behind a large tree trunk and seems to be concentrating on something.

"Who knows what one might find in dark and twisting caves," Irini asks rhetorically in response to Valon's assessment of their numbers. "Not to mention, it is safer to go spelunking with companions should an accident occur. I know that I will need your assistance should we need to climb very far."

"To the matter of introductions," she says, addressing Janira, "I am Irini Grigore, a witch from Ustalav. My homeland is not kind to those with my talents, so I made my away to the Center of the World. Absalom is much more forgiving. Here I found a place in the Pathfinder Society's library. Now my supervisor tells me it is time for my confirmation."

You can make up to DC 10 untrained. If you like.

The rabbit inches forward, sniffing the air in front of Valon's fingers while its ears listen to either side of the room.

"Other than the fact that the gillmen dwell in the waters and the cave is at the center of Kortos, which is quite far from the ocean?" she asks rhetorically. "The gillmen are the last true descendants of the Azlanti people. Stories vary on how they received their gills and whether that was the key to their survival or not."

She rises from her chair and curtsies to the Master of Scrolls and then to Janira. "An honor, I am sure, to be directed in our confirmation by one such as yourself."

While everyone is distracted by Master Shaine, the rabbit slowly opens its mouth as if to bite Valon's outstretched finger but then seems to think better of it and hops onto Irini's now empty chair.

"Pooka? Yes, something like that," Irini answers.

"You have an accent that I'm not quite familiar with," she says in her own Ustalavic accent. It is difficult to tell if she is sincerely naive or intentionally poking fun at Chou Wei's garbled speech.

She takes a seat, and the rabbit hops out of her arms onto the table. Despite the druid's reassurances, the rabbit keeps one eye on the raptor while its large ears twitch this way and that. "Does Anzu not eat rabbits because he prefers other things to eat or because he is the fiercest looking herbivore that I have ever seen?"

Both the rabbit and Irini give Amaron a look of supreme dubiousness.

An tall, attractive young woman of common Taldane descent enters with the cool, early morning air. Whether she intends to or not, she gives a notable impression of looking down her nose at everyone in the room. She wears an undyed gray silk robe with a stylish cut, reinforced with iron studs, and several jeweled rings and a silver necklace. Cradled in the crook of her arm is a gray-furred hare.

"Good morning, everyone," she says in greeting, "I am Irini. I will be accompanying you all on this confirmation."

The hare in her arms stares at the carnivorous reptile in the corner with wide eyes.

Irini takes note of the packed-cheeked ratfolk. "Oh."

Better! Before we start! :)

Player Name: Tim M
Character Name: Irini Grigore
PFS #: 230524-13
Faction: Sovereign Court
Day Job: N/A

Core? Bwa ha ha ha. She is bursting with non-Core features.

I don't count as an authority at this table, and I didn't go into any more detail than the numbers and scanned the legality of the feats/traits, but it looks in line.

A statuesque woman steps up and signs the paper: Irini Grigore. Witch

Or I have a hunter.

Not new.