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Even though it was foretold, Erina is still shocked by the visceral reality of Sephriel's slaying. She sends a silent prayer for Sephriel's soul to find it's way safely to Pharasma.
Looking about, she tries to see if the killer has left a bloodtrail. A thought suddenly occurs to her. "Kale: his mask! Let us see his face - and may he not be the twin of Thanzeril..." Upon mention of Thanzeril, Erina looks to Fortenns. "Anything you can discern for us, Bigby?"

Perception check: bloodtrail evidence. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Follows Mario and the others down the stairs. Erina smiles wanly at the fighter's aid. "Thank you for your kind words, Kale. Perhaps in time you could teach me more of the fighting arts. Next time I hope to hit!"

Erina comes to with a gasp, wincing with horrific remembered pain. She sits up, blinking her eyes and shaking her head. Her heavy flail lies where she dropped it, mute testimony to her martial failure. She grimaces, and her armor of bones dissipates. Suddenly she remembers. Ro, Fortenns! They are beside her, still breathing.
Erina hangs her head, gives silent thanks to her Lady of Bones and pulls herself up. Where, she wonders, is her employer?

Dark dreams assail her..."Pharasma, fickle mistress, do not take me"

Stabilize check: DC 10: 1d20 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 1 - 5 = 11

Sorry Cap'n Mayhem, just noticed I should have updated my status. In round 3, grindylow #4 hit Erina for 2hp, and so far in round 4, grindylow #7 hit Erina for 4. She should be on 4hp now...

Can't hit the broad side of a barn. :(

Swinging wildly with her previous attack, Erina now finds herself alone with three grindylow nearby. She steels herself, not wanting to die here, in an unknown portion of the sea. She attacks again.

Attack on grindylow #4 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 for a possible 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 damage.

Btw, that's an attack on grindylow #4...(didn't want to edit my post in case my rolls changed...)

Erina looks to Ro, and curses the sea-creatures. She says a prayer for him, hoping her party can turn the tide. Summoning courage she swings her flail at the grindylow menacing her and Bigby.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Is this a hit?

grindylow #5 - 5'step(L-2); attack range(Erin) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
dmg - 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
grindylow#4: 5' step(I-5) attack Erina - 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 - trip 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
DMG - 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

So what happened? If this is in error, and Erina is on 4 hp, then:

Erina cries out in pain, and is obviously fearful. She looks around, noting her fallen companions. Gritting her teeth, she brings her flail round for service and makes a quick gesture in the air. Bone-like armour appears like a second skin around her trunk and upper torso, it's carapace creaking as she faces the slimy foes.

By my calculation Erina is currently at -2 HP and dying? Hit in leg by grindy 5 for 6hp and in the leg by grindy 4 for same...

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Post monster ate my post. AGAIN!
Erina has the orison Purify food and drink. It's by no means neutralise poison but it might work on weakly poisoned food?

Finding a moment when she can talk to her fellow employees away from Sephriel and his servant Erina outlines her thoughts. "If the poison being administered takes a long time before it is effective then perhaps Thanzeril is staging a long-term assassination of his master. Alternatively Shira is merely a bad cook and is unknowingly poisoning everyone."

Cap'n: does Erina get any reading from her sense motive attempt on the bosun?

"I've tried to get close to Anera: as the boatswain she is in charge of many of the day-to-day operations on the ship. She does seem to regard you with disfavour and isn't exactly forthcoming. At any rate, here's what I found..."

Sense Motive +6 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

My post got eaten! I'll try to rewrite from memory... I mentioned that Jamie meant Rand McNally. Anyway, in the discussion thread Vanulf says he's got to drop out...

Erina smiles and nods at the Kyonin-styled human."My thoughts ran thus when I proposed a slight masquerade as a healer or(pointedly baring her teeth in a sarcastic smile at Fortenns and Kale) a desperate ugly trull. Perhaps we can gain a small advantage by employing an equal subterfuge to that of our enemy." She turns to Rand, to see what he thinks. He has been quiet since entering, only to find him gone.

Erina nods her head in understanding.
"Then surely we will fail to protect you, and yet in so doing, hope to serve you best in the aftermath, if we discover your successful enemy. A fine predicament you place us in, my lord. May we do you justice."

"Uneasy as I am with this supposed sacrifice you are making of yourself, I will aid you in good faith as you have asked."
Erina thinks for a moment, calculating.
"You mentioned an assassin, and who "he" works for. I am curious - could the assassin be a woman? Or more specifically, are there any fellow travellers on our journey that you already suspect?"
Erina thinks again, quickly this time. "Moreover, in order to "protect you" we must needs be near you, though not at all times. To prevent suspicion that we are not more than hired steel, we might make our own ruses to stir the pot somewhat, to either flush the assassin ahead of time, earn their good grace, or ascertain other details of your untimely and distasteful demise."
She looks to her companions. "Ideas anyone? I myself can see if the ship we travel on will take me on as a "healer when needed" for the duration of the journey....."
A sudden sly feminine look of caprice comes over her sharp features. "Or, I could put myself about a bit, a lonely woman at sea in need of company."

Erina resists the urge to betray emotion. This Chelaxian and his talk of resurrection and *shudder* raising the dead. By Pharasma, why me? she thinks to herself. Again she ponders the cruelty of her goddess, to whom undeath was anathematic and an abomination, giving her the Mystery of the Bones! Personally, her own position was more elastic, but Pharasma was not known for her humour or laxness with regard to what she perceived as her property - all the dead souls of Golarion. Still, the Chelaxian meant well, and was obviously trying to help. He seemed knowledgable as well...
She smiles apologetically, and puts a hand on Bigby to soothe him.

I think what my friend here is saying is: if you know, why not stop it? Surely staying alive is preferable to uncovering your murderer after the event?"

Dressed in a simple shirt with ornate lamellar-bone arm and leg pieces this statuesque woman of late middle-age appears ravaged as if struck by a wasting disease: the skin on her face, neck and hands is taut and withered, her bones protruding unnaturally. Her white hair is braided and coiled about her head and a slim pipe sits in her mouth, wisps of smoke occasionally exiting her nose. She looks to be Varisian or Shoanti - perhaps a mix-breed, and she exudes an air of brusque nonchalance.
(Erina steps out from the crowd, bows formally and takes the offered seat. She looks about the room at the assembled ne'erdowells before fixing her prospective employer with her fiercest smile.)

Jekaterina Miann, at your service Master Sephriel. I have travelled far from my homeland to find just such a position. From Korvosa, to here, alone, and untouched. I am uniquely gifted with knowledge of the healing arts and the persuasive art of the heavy flail. Rest assured you may rely on me to keep you and those you travel with safe and sound.

(Diplomacy - +3 included) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Cap'n Mayhem? Be you with us?

- add spear to range attacks

You want me to (*choke*) *THROW* my spear!?!? No way! It's for melee, buckler and spear style! Oh, ok. But if I throw it overboard on a ship, YOU'RE going swimming!

- Can not find Cosmetics anywhere please list a source or fluff

Added fluff for this. Basically represents Erina's unsuccessful (so far) attempt to counteract visual ravages of wasting curse and thus negative charisma skill modifiers with self-made herbal cosmetics that cost a LOT of money to create. As it says in her (now added) Motivations spoiler, she is an incredibly vain woman. She lives in hope, that she can find a way to cosmetically or magically ameliorate her curse's negative effects. Perhaps she should rather pray to Pharasma for it to be lifted!

All other changes made, and Status block ready as per your instructions Cap'n. To the South!

Erina's ready for review now also - forgot to add 1 whole hp for human status! Also priced out equipment.

Checking in, Cap'n. Not sure Erina's really the type for Disable Device. Raging against fate, healing folk and smashing things with her heavy flail is more her style...

Puff........ Puff.........(idly checks pipe again. Looks around.) .....Puff.....Puff

OK. Jekaterina is ready to go. Knocking out the embers of her pipe, she repositions her pack and casually fills her pipe again. She notes the greying clouds on the horizon and wonders to herself, when will the storm arrive? Time to seek shelter...