<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, impatient<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 (readied)</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>Searching for the skeletal horses.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Giles; Open<hr/><br/>Without any appreciable response from Samual, Iolanna shrug as it seemed that she would have to take a place inside one of the wagons.  Certainly there was a good deal of talking and singing - a rather cheerful scene, considering circumstances, but at least it meant that everyone was in high spirits.  Or some were in love with the sound of their own voices, but if it kept attention away from her, then Iolanna was grateful for that fact alone.<br/><br/>With at least one individual of brambles of evil coiling about their heart, Iolanna decided to<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">examine</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Detect Alignment:</strong><br/><em>Detect Good (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/d/detect-good/)</em></div></div>the others for potential allies.  The results were pleasantly surprising, though perhaps a bit less than she would have been comfortable with.  But it was a start, and she at least knew who she should be associating with in these dangerous lands.  With more newcomers arriving, perhaps it was time to secure a place in the carriages before there wasn't any left at all...<br/><br/>She was somewhat surprised, a rare thing to be said of her, when one of the newcomers - a shadowy man with something of a haunted look - called her directly by name.  "A good day to you, traveler.  Have we... met before?" she asked slowly, her memory of the day she had been taken away - no -<em>rescued</em>from her necromantic master dim and repressed.  "Perhaps if I had the advantage of your name?  I'm afraid our meeting must have been too brief to commit to memory, if you'll accept my pardon on that matter."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For the duration of the trip, Iolanna endured it in silence, peering out into the darkness that in no way impeded her vision overly.  In her position, she sat inertly next to the window, almost corpse-like, waiting for the passage of time to bring her closer to the city.  She was eager to be off the road and among others of her kind, if only to ascertain they were true followers of the will of Sarenrae.  If they were, so much the better.  Coming into view of Urgasburg was certainly the highlight of the day; certainly she had never seen a city like it, and begrudgingly admired its grim poise.<br/><br/>Then the sudden interruption at their journey jolted her with a stab of irritation.  "Of all times," she muttered.  Flustered by the problem, the coherence of her personas was loosened.  Quitting the inside of the coach revealed the problem.  The cultist and soldier in her grew impatient, more so when it was apparent that one wagon was functional and could continue the journey.  The Sarenrite within urged her to keep everyone in good morale; the mother merely wrung her hands helplessly; the black widow calculated the value of the others; the slut merely wondered which of the men could tumble and tussle her best in semi-privacy of some bush.<br/><br/>As her focus returned, all inner thoughts snapped together and there was tranquility again.<br/><br/>"I'll go find the horses," she announced, as she started in the direction of the runaway steeds, such as they were.  "We'll be going nowhere without them.  If anyone's coming along, better make it quick; the longer we delay, the further they get."<br/><br/>Without waiting to see if any would follow, she drew her sword and started to stride away, muttering a small prayer to the dawn goddess under her breath.  The darkness closing around her only rendered the surrounding woods in a pall of muted greys to her eyes as the inhuman aspects of her vision asserted itself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Iolanna is going after the horses.  She is not using any light sources, relying on her darkvision to follow the trail. Survival roll result 27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124494) if required.</div></div>