<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CfPMUXv.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>IOLANNA SADRA</strong></span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292158.msg14347683#msg14347683)<br/><em>N Human <acronym title="Android.">Flesh-Golem*</acronym> Inquisitor 6 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1675800)</em><br/><strong>Hp:</strong>48/48;<strong>AC:</strong>22 (flat 18, touch 14);<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision<br/><strong>Buffs:</strong>none<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Aklo, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elven, Infernal, Necril, Orc, Sylvan<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Conservatively dressed and doing her best to appear like a common, but armed, road-weary<br/>human traveler.  Even so, it is apparent that this a woman of sumptuous bust and curves.<br/>Angular metallic green tattoos can be seen coming up from under her collar, to her lower<br/>left cheek.<br/>     <strong>Mood:</strong> Introspective, solemn<hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Equipment</strong></td><td><strong>Location   </strong></td><td><strong>Visible/Hidden   </strong></td><td><strong>Aura</strong></td></tr><tr><td>Buckler (readied)</td><td>Arm</td><td>Visible</td><td>n/a</td></tr><tr><td><acronym title="Monk's Outfit transformed by Sleeve of Many Garments.">Cold-Weather Outfit*</acronym> (https://i.imgur.com/Tbi5Cbh.jpg)</td><td>Body</td><td>Visible</td><td><em>Faint Illusion</em></td></tr><tr><td><acronym title="Gloves of Reconnaissance">Fingerless Gloves* (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/e-g/gloves-of-reconnaissance/)</acronym></td><td>Hands</td><td>Visible</td><td><em>Faint Divination</em></td></tr><tr><td><acronym title="Bracers of Falcon's Aim">Flacon-themed Bracers* (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/a-b/bracers-of-falcon-s-aim/)</acronym></td><td>Arms</td><td>Visible</td><td><em>Faint Transmutation</em></td></tr><tr><td><acronym title="Traveler's Any-Tool">Intricate Metallic Rod* (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/r-z/traveler-s-any-tool/)</acronym></td><td>Clothes</td><td>Hidden</td><td><em>Moderate Transmutation</em></td></tr><tr><td>Leather case w/ 20 bolts</td><td>Belt</td><td>Visible</td><td>n/a</td></tr><tr><td>Mithral breastplate</td><td>Torso</td><td>Visible</td><td><em>Faint Abjuration (+1)</em></td></tr><tr><td>Mithral scimitar (sheathed)</td><td>Belt</td><td>Visible</td><td><em>Faint Evocation (+1)</em></td></tr><tr><td>Pouch (w/ 55 gp)</td><td>Belt</td><td>Hidden</td><td>n/a</td></tr><tr><td>Repeating light crossbow (slung)   </td><td>Back</td><td>Visible</td><td>n/a</td></tr><tr><td>Silver Holy Symbol of Sarenrae</td><td>Neck</td><td>Hidden</td><td>n/a</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>CL:</strong> 6th, <strong>Concentration</strong> +9<hr/><strong>2nd (3/3)</strong> - <em>cure moderate wounds (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/c/cure-moderate-wounds/), silence (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/s/silence/), weapon of awe (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/w/weapon-of-awe/)</em> (DC 15)<br/><strong>1st (5/5)</strong> - <em>expeditious retreat (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/e/expeditious-retreat), protection from evil (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/p/protection-from-evil/), shield of faith (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/s/shield-of-faith/), wrath (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/w/wrath/)</em><br/><strong>0 (at-will)</strong> - <em>detect magic (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/d/detect-magic/), detect poison (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/d/detect-poison/), disrupt undead (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/d/disrupt-undead/), light (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/l/light/), sift (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/s/sift/), stabilize (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/s/stabilize/)</em></div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the carriages.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crispin; Open<hr/><br/>At the appointed time, Iolanna strode out from the inn where she was staying to greet the coming of day.  She had not slept at all during the hours of the night, but then, in truth, the concept was somewhat strange to her - the best she could do was simply to close her eyes and wait for the passage of time - it was something she often did to blend in with the people she lived among, though she often felt there were better uses for her time.  Urgasburg was close and she felt... impatient?  Yes, that was the right word, or at least close enough.  Somewhere in that city, a sect of the Dawnflower she had never seen existed, and she was impatient to see how it carried out its duties in relation to its oaths.<br/><br/>But there was a small part of her that felt longing.  A woman, a cultist now part of her psyche, had once called the religion of Urgathoa her own and reveled in it.  To Iolanna, it was a religion of undeath and excess, but - through the cultist - she only had vague notions of orgiastic rites and wild feasts; she was certain that she personally ought loathe the creed of Urgathoa more, but was unable to bring herself to do so.  Looking around the village of Lunescross, she was idly curious as to how many worshipers of the fell goddess might be here, and somewhat glad that she had dressed conservatively as the thought of an Urgathoan follower lusting after her made her slightly... uncomfortable?  Was that the word?  Somehow, that didn't feel quite right, though it should have.<br/><br/>Her eyes quickly went towards the where the carriages that would take any traveler's up to the city where located, and, sweeping aside a stray lock of her crimson hair, made her way there with an unconscious swagger in her hips.  A silver-haired man was already present, seemingly inspecting one of the wheels of the carriages, though Iolanna suspected he was not one of the drivers.  At least, not given his elven features and the owl perched on his shoulder, if appearances alone were to judge.  More likely he was a traveler headed in the same direction as her.<br/><br/>"Is something amiss?" she asked incuriously as she approached, her tone musical and full-bodied, looking over the wheel for any sign of problems.  "It would be a very inauspicious start to this day's journey."<br/><br/>Flinging her head about, she searched for any sign that there would be any other passengers.  "Let us hope there are others.  Travel such as this is always safer in groups."<br/><br/>