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Izotu Hyr rocks back and forth on his heels while humming. He quietly begins to work Caves of Aroden into some sort of ballad.

Yes, Izotu Hyr likes Caves of Aroden very much! the bard says with a smile.

Master of Scrolls for Izotu.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Izotu steps up and begins to chant loudly. His words echo in the cave. The deep resonance fills the souls of the warriors with a renewed determination.

Am dah yah way...HooowYooooo tooowwwayyy...yooooTooowwwayyyy...HAAAaaaYaaaa towaaaay

Begin Inspired Courage - +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls; +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects.

PFS# = 86722-5
Faction = Grand Lodge
Day Job = Perform: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Well fought, friends! the old man says as he coils his whip around his waist. Atillo's arrows, Aryn's might blow and the mystical energies of our witch pair has given Izotu Hyr many ideas for a song of mighty valor!

Izotu continues to speak as he strolls around the Minotaur and looks about the cave.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

hmmm...Izotu Hyr may have forgot his glasses...

I'm game.

I'll risk the AoO.

Thank you, Bobbette! Izotu shouts as he feels the healing magic course through his veins. A quick flick of his hand produces a small glob of greasy material that lands at the Minotaur's feet, as the old man chants quietly in a foreign dialect while stepping back.

Cast Grease and five foot move to make room for the fighters.

GAAAA!!!!! The bard yells in pain as the large blade slices deep into his armor. Blood flows freely from the gash in his chest as he staggers back. With a desperate move, he waves his arm over his head and sends the whip hurling at the Minotaur.

Five foot step back and attempts to trip.

Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12

Uh-oh..ol' Izotu isn't looking too good. He's probably going to need some assistance post-haste.

Izotu moves up with whip in hand. He exams the beast closely and tries to remember if he's seen anything like that in his travels.

Knlg(All): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 All applicable Knowledge skills have 2 ranks.

Beast, drop your weapon or we will force your submission! Izotu Hyr bellows and straightens to his full six feet height to appear more threatening.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Well, if we don't hear from GMm by the end of the week, I suppose we could go to the event organizers and see if they know someone that would run the last encounter for us.

Its been a week now...probably time to move this along.

The way you use your weapon is fierce, indeed. Izotu says as he places a hand on Aryn's shoulder. It must be tasking on you. Sit and rest; Izotu Hyr and the others will watch out for dangers while we wait.

Are we going to be able to finish this in the time allowed? We seem to be moving at a pretty slow pace.

Just wait till Aryn moves and he'll five foot it to position.

Kng(Dungeon): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

What is that! Izotu screams as the sharpened buckle of his whip catches the light while flying through the air.

Attacking with his Scorpion Whip.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10
Damage: 1d3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Good advice, Attilo. Izotu Hyr will follow your lead.

Well, that was exciting!Izotu Hyr says as he coils his whip and follows the group across the river.

Izotu continues to chant as he suddenly leaps into the air with a spin that belies the old man's appearance and lands next to the river. A long strap, braided with colorful ribbons and a fierce buckle attached at the end, is swung around his body and over his head. With a quick snap of his wrist, he brings the whip low towards the mite's feet.

Continue singing Inspire Courage, move towards the river, attempt trip with whip (15' reach) on the mite on the rock.

Combat Maneuver(Trip): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 = 17

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Hmmm...Look, mites! They don't look too happy. Be prepared to defend yourself, friends!

The old human straightens his back to stand his full height and then purposely slumps his shoulders under his cloak. Swaying back and forth, he begins to chant a deep rhythmic song that inspires greatness.

Hummm, dat thaaa umph hummm...

Izotu starts singing his Inspire Courage song (+1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls).

Izotu smiles and nods as he hums a tune while following the group down the passage.

Izotu Hyr walks the murals and then bows his head. He sways in rhythmic fashion and sings a song that incorporates images of the murals. Anyone listening may see Aroden's intention as described in the murals in their mind.
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Ai, yea aea...
Aia, yea aea...
Aye, aea yea...
Aye, yea aea...

He pauses for a moment at the end of his short song.

That was not the song of Izotu Hyr's people, but one Izotu Hyr thought might please Aroden. It tells of great accomplishment and humility. Izotu Hyr is not a spiritual man. Izotu Hyr's song is all Izoty Hyr has to give and maybe that will be enough for the Lost God to allow us safe passage...if he is still present in this place.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

A broad smile forms on Izotu Hyr's face. He hands the cloak to the gillman and bows deeply when he receives the wand.

Izotu Hyr is honored to meet you, Uori. Izotu Hyr recognizes some of the stories of Aroden, but the carvings are too damaged to read completely. Izotu Hyr didn't know the gillman worshiped Aroden or this was a sacred place to the gillman. Izotu Hyr speaks slightly slower and tries to enunciate his words.

Is all the cavern sacred? We would like to pass through, but don't want to disrespect the gillman.

Ah...Izotu Hyr believes we have found one of your people's cloaks. He holds the cloak up, so the gillman can see it. Izotu Hyr would be happy to return it to it's owner, if it has indeed been lost. Do you know to who this garment belongs?

Kn(Geo): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Izotu Hyr agrees with you, Culsar. That does look like Absalom. the bard whispers. It also looks like Vogma found one of the gillmen's cloaks.

He steps forward and bows deeply in the direction of the gillman.

Ho, friend! Izotu Hyr and friends wish you well. Izotu Hyr says with a smile and loud enough for the gillman to hear. Izotu Hyr wishes to know more about your clan. Izotu Hyr asks for your permission to sit together and tell the stories of our people.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

As Izotu explains the images for us, Vogma scratches her head.

Vogma, please don't make assumptions of my PC's actions unless I (or the GM) ask you to do so. I prefer you wait until I post what he is doing and respond accordingly.

These tell a story of the lost god, Aroden. They are very old and tell a somewhat different story then what Izotu Hyr has heard. The bard says and reaches for his bag, Izotu Hyr will make some drawings to take back to the Society. They may be interested in the story they tell.

Izotu Hyr takes out a small stack of parchment and scribbles some notes with a piece of charcoal. Once completed, he follows the group towards the blue burning torches.

Pausing briefly at the first torch, he examines the flame while quietly reciting a sonnet.

Cast Detect Magic and Spellcraft to identify, if needed.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Izotu Hyr walks up to Attilio's side and cranes his neck to examine the relief.

Kn(History): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Kn(Religion): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Appraise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Seeing everyone trying to stay in the shadows, Izotu follows suit and hunches over to make his tall frame less noticeable.

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 18

After the initial shock of nearly losing Vogma passes and Izotu helps the big half-orc out of the pit, he pulls out the wand from Jinara's pack.

You look like you might need a little more patching up! Izotu says with a smile.

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The bard then takes the cloth and examines it intently.

Cast Detect Magic for three rounds and then spellcraft to identify.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Izotu walks up to the pit and looks around.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Knowledge(Dungeon): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Hmmm...This pit was made by someone, but it looks as if it was done sometime ago.

The old man takes a few steps back and then leaps into the air.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Interesting selection of scrolls/wands for a bard...

Izotu Hyr will hold this wand that assists the injured, smokestick and the tanglefoot bag. We may find them useful. He says as he flips through the scrolls. Izotu Hyr can use an old incantation to decipher these scrolls, but the magic within are little use to Izotu Hyr.

GMm, will you allow me to cast Read Magic and decipher the scrolls for someone that can use them?

Run like the wind, Janira! Izotu says as he heads to the cave entrance.

Survival Untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Izotu Hyr quietly finishes his song. He briefly watches the dancing half-orc through the flames of the campfire and chuckles softly as he rolls over on his bedroll.

Izotu Hyr listens intently to the hafling's stories of the land and of it's the past. His mind drifts to the great battles fought and the fallen souls buried that must occupy the hills.

He stays quiet as they set camp. As the sun sets, turning the evening sky into a blaze of red and then fading into violet, Izotu Hyr sits motionless near the campfire. He appears to be in deep contemplation as he begins to sing softly with no other accompaniment except that of the night sounds.

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Ah he yeh te oh yeh
Wah yeh eh te oh yeh

Ah he yeh te oh yeh
No wah yeh eh te oh yeh...

Performace(Sing): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Izotu Hyr will sing of Vogma's ferocity like she was the fearsome bullete of the Whistling Plains. He responds and bows deeply.

Ho! Ho! Well met, Vogma! Hopefully blood shed will not be necessary. But, if it is, Izotu Hyr believes you would be a very good friend to have on our side. The old man smiles as he talks to the new arrival. Izotu Hyr agrees with you that we should return to sing of our victory.

These caves...Izotu Hyr is interested to know how rugged are they? Do we need special equipment to explore the caves?

"Thank you for your kindness, Aryn Seavon." Irozu Hry bows deeply in Aryn Seavon's direction. "Izotu Hyr suspects we will have time on our travel to hear more songs."

"Izotu Hyr would be delighted to sing a song for you, Aryn Seavon. This one is from Izotu Hyr's home near a great river. It is a song about how the river runs to the mountains."

The human straightens to his full height of over six feet and then purposefully slumps his shoulders. He looks straight ahead without emotions and begins to sing in a deep, foreign dialect.

"Huuuuuuum BHUuuuuurrrr Masmuuuuurrrrr Humtum High Borgsum Shall duuuum sure...."

I'm not new, but I've never played this scenario.

"Well met, Janira Gavix! What can Izotu Hyr say? Izotu Hyr is Izotu Hyr. Songs of Izotu Hyr's people come from the mountains and the horse's hoof. Izotu Hyr carries them here." The tall man with leathery-tan skin places a hand over his heart.

"Izotu Hyr is excited to travel the lands and share the song's of the rain and warrior. Izotu Hyr wants to hear the people's songs too. Izotu Hyr is pleased the Pathfinder Society will help Izotu Hyr hear the song's of many people." the old man finishes with a broad smile and twinkle in his eye.

"It will be Izotu Hry's pleasure to make a visit to such an old and interesting people." says the uncharacteristically older man among the group, dressed in colorfully beaded garments and a warm smile, he bows his head graciously. "And to visit the Isle of Kortos with such a learned group...a pleasure indeed!"

Knowledge(Geography): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Knowledge(History): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

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