Oh? My name is Illia-ack, wait, um.. Uh, I'll just stop there, the Awkward Erinyes:
Female Erinyes Warlord 6
LE Medium Outsider
Init +6; Senses Perception +26, See in Darkness, True Seeing
AC 40, touch 24, flat-footed 33. . (+10 Armor, +6 Shield, +6 Dex, +1 Dodge, +6 Natural, +1 Insight)
hp 168 (14d10+84)
Fort +22, Ref +25, Will +22
DR 5/good; Immune fire, poison;
Resist acid 10, cold 10; SR 25
Spd 30 ft., fly 50 ft. (good)
Melee Reapy +25/20/15 (1d10+14/15-20/S)
Ranged rope +10 touch (entangle)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 12th)
Maneuvers (IL 12th) (Still treating myself as IL 10 for known)
Force of Personality: Charisma mod to will saves.
Tactical Flanker: Allies flanking with Illia- gain Cha mod to hit rather than +2 (+2 minimum.)
Maneuvers Known: (need to pick leveled up ones)
Black Seraph (Sacrificed Scarlet Throne)
Taunting Laugh (initial pick, lvl 3)
Circle of Razor Feathers (Level 3 pick, lvl 4)
Bilious Strike (level 4 exchange, lvl 4)
Abyssal Lance (level 5 pick, lvl 5)
Devastating Rush (Level 2 pick, lvl 2)
Primal Warrior Stance (initial pick, lvl 3)
Golden Commander Stance (Level 2 pick, lvl 3)
Clockwatcher (level 5 feat pick, lvl 1)
Temporal Body Adjustment (level 5 feat pick, lvl 4)
Time-Thief's Talon's (level 6 exchange, lvl 5)
Chronal Fission (level 5 pick, lvl 5)
The Armor is NE, and it's goal is "Defend the servants of Escarra", as it was originally a gift from Crimson. If it count's as crafted by her, I'd be happy to pay extra for her caster level. :P
"Reapy" - This weapon appears to be a chainsaw polearm with a curved blade. Technological components and magical runes weave together.
That puts me at 161,361 + Intelligent Item Budget
~~~77 years ago...
Vruskriel, of metal wing, whose blade sunders all weakness and whose armor hides a vision of the divine, a Duke Infernal, was enjoying a slow day at the office. He had those heavy metal wings nicely suspended by counterweights of a hundred souls, making them as light as the feathers they once were. His armor was upon the mantle and his blade was carefully stored away from any weakness. Blades that cut through everything are very hard to store, you know! A relaxing day. As nice as it was to get bucket loads of souls deposited on your doorstep, sometimes a slow day was the best. The city of Dis was very particular about making sure you cleared your inbox promptly. One never wanted Dispater getting all up in your business over mailbox issues of all things.
"There's a convert to see you, sir." His secretary's voice buzzed from a tiny orb on his desk.
He reached down to tap it and murmured, "Oh? Show her in."
No response. Vruskriel's face darkened as he glanced down at his desk, the tiny orb crushed beneath his titanic strength. Sigh, he'd order another one tomorrow.
"COME IN!" He bellowed, the force of his voice blasting open the door, sending the angel waiting on the other side crashing into the wall in the foyer with enough force to leave a snow angel shaped imprint in the stone.
The handmaiden devil on the other side, his secretary, merely glanced through the doors with a raised eyebrow, one door still creaking back and forth while the other gave a final groan as it fell off its hinges. Vruskiel hated that look. "I'll order another comm-orb, then shall I?" She voiced, before walking over to the angel.
Rather than asking the angel if she was ok or anything, the secretary merely grabbed a wing and started dragging her into the room, leaving a bloody trail.
"Uh.. Yes. Thank you. That will be all." Vruskiel intoned to his secretary, who rolled her eyes before leaving the angel still as a stone upon his floor, just in front of the desk. Vruskiel leaned forward a bit, the chains suspending his wings clattering, and the souls of the damned attached howling in agony.
"So.." Vruskiel whispered, trying to set the mood once more. "I *screaming-clattering-of-chains*" Vruskiel was interepted by the still screaming souls attached to his wings. "Would you be quiet!" He yelled angrily at the souls to his right, who promptly disintegrated from the force of his voice, causing a weight imbalanced as his wing fell down and whipped 50 chains through a pulley, lashing them against his face.
~Ah, I remember why I don't come into the office now...~ Vruskiel thought to himself, wiping the chains away.
"Ah, where was I?" Vruskiel turned back to the puddle of angel and blood in front of his desk.
"Right then. You wanted to convert?"
"Oh, yeah! That's what I'm here for, Lord Sir Vruskiel, Sir." The angel jumped up with that kind of nervous cheer, saluting, blood dripping from face and hand.
"..." Vruskiel was kind of surprised by the sudden revival and awkwardness of the title she gave him, "Ah, right, so. What caused your fall?"
"Oh, right. Uhm... So, I woke up this morning, and I just wasn't feeling it, you know?" The Angel looked down and started fiddling with her fingers.
"Wasn't... Feeling it?" Vruskiel's eye twitched.
"Yeah, and Angels that just don't feel up to the whole paragon of goodness thing go become devils, right? That's just the.. the thing? Right?" The Angel seemed fairly unsure.
Vruskiel breathed in deeply and slowly. And then out. Calm breaths. It wasn't the stupidest reason he'd ever had for a celestial falling. Ok, it was. But it didn't mean she wasn't useless. Erinyes didn't need to be smart, just good with bows.
"So, how would you like to be an Erinyes?" Vruskiel asked once he had calmed himself.
"An.. Erinyes?" The angel asked with a look of complete and utter lack of comprehension.
Vruskiel's hand and forehead felt that indescribable, inescapable attraction, as the facepalm was forced to completion. Which was a really bad idea when you were wearing a spiky metal crown.
"Oooh... Are you ok, Lord Sir Vruskiel, Sir?" The angel clasped her hands together in concern.
"... It's.. Nothing." He commented, as he shook his hand off to the side to shake off the blood.
"Oh, wait, are Erinyes the nice helpful gals with wings who helped me get here?" The angel raised her finger as she got an idea.
Vruskiel was staggered once again. "Yes... The Erinyes are the nice helpful gals with wings."
"With the hair?"
"Yes.. With the hair."
As the angel babbled on and on about how nice it would be to get wings and fly for "realzies" rather than magical "floatiness" Vruskiel wondered which Duke he was going to "gift" his new Erinyes to.
~~~ Much more recently.
"Man.. I wonder why the other Erinyes don't like me." The now 77 year veteran Erinyes sighed.
"What makes you think that, Illia?" Her compatriot asked with a smirk.
"For starters, you've chained my wings together, suspended me by one of my ankles, and are about to dunk me headfirst into the boiling refuse produced by Ghaunapthal's foundries. Earlier, you and all your friends decided to shoot me instead of the targets at archery practice because you said I was useless at it, and before that you dropped a lemure on me because you said you couldn't tell the difference between me and another lemure. And that was all in the last two hours!"
"I can't help it if you're fun to torment, let everyone know your true name, and are useless at everything an Erinyes should be good at." The Erinyes smiled cruelly as she let go of her end of the chain, dunking Illia headfirst into the river of nearly on fire oil.
Illia crossed her arms, which was hard while upside down suspended in oily liquid that was hot enough to tickle even an Erinyes. ~Man, I'd do anything to get out of here.~
With a poof, Illia was gone.
"Huh.. She must have actually been summoned." The other Erinyes scratched her head. "Meh.. Wonder who I'll torment till she gets back."
Where she is and where she's going:
Illia is a bundle of insecurities and easily pushed around. She's just not the kind of strong independent person an angel or a devil needs to be. However, the Crimson Stranger knew the perfect use for her, highly resilient eye candy. Granting her easily manipulated Erinyes armor and a shield, Illia's natural defensiveness comes in great handy as a tank. This sudden usefulness has given Illia enough confidence that she can actually use her charisma to become an inspiring presence on the battlefield as a warlord, thanks also to the Crimson Stranger's training... Or if you're unimpressed with her timid pseudo-inspiration, as eye candy. Illia still hasn't realized that the fabric on the back of her new armor is sheer.
Hopefully, Illia will grow into her role as a tanky support, becoming the warlord she was born to be! Or she might keep getting bossed around.
Illia is *notes to self, appearance defined black/white color scheme with copper highlights. Black wings/hair, pale skin/silvery armor with black sheer cloth and copper highlights in armor and copper eye color.*
More detailed WIP Sheet:
Female Erinyes Warlord 9
LE Medium Outsider
Size: M Reach: 5'
Initiative: +11 (+6 Dex, +5 Forewarned, always act in surprise round)
Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., see in darkness, true seeing; Perception +32
Dodge (Erinyes Bonus): +1 Dodge AC
118 Points (48 Erinyes, 36 Warlord, 34 Int)
*Denotes class skill
*Acrobatics +29 (17 points +6 Dex +3 class +3 morale)
*Climb +15 (1 point +8 Str +3 class +3 morale)
*Bluff +17 (1 points +10 Cha +3 class +3 morale)
*Diplomacy +17 (1 points +10 Cha +3 class +3 morale)
*Disguise +34 (17 points +10 Cha +3 class +1 trait +3 morale)
*Escape Artist +13 (1 point +6 Dex +3 class +3 morale)
*Fly +24 (8 points +6 Dex +4 Racial +3 class +3 morale)
*Handle Animal +17 (1 points +10 Cha +3 class +3 morale)
*Intimidate +33 (17 points +10 Cha +3 class +3 morale)
*Knowledge Religion +16 (8 points +2 Int +3 class +3 morale)
*Perception +32 (17 points +4 Wis +3 class +5 Competence +3 morale)
*Ride +13 (1 points, +6 Dex +3 class +3 morale)
*Sense Motive +7 (1 point +4 Wis +3 class +3 morale)
*Stealth +29 (17 points +6 Dex, +3 class +3 morale)
*Survival +11 (1 point +4 Wis, +3 class +3 morale)
*Swim +15 (1 point +8 Str +3 class +3 morale)
Appraise +5 (+2 Int +3 morale)
Gambits: Swift Action to declare, gain charisma mod as a luck modifier, regain charisma mod maneuvers if successful. If failed, regain one maneuver, and -2 on all rolls for 1 round. All ally buffs are 60 ft range and require LoS.
Pinhole Gambit (1st level pick):
Brave Gambit (1st level pick):
Unbreakable Gambit (4th level pick):
Gatecrasher Gambit (8th level pick):
Extraordinary, maintain one presence at a time, can change as a free action. By default, start in Warning Presence, shift to Gladiator's on first turn.
Warning Presence (2nd Level Pick):
Taskmaster's Presence (5th Level Pick):
Gladiator's Presence (9th Level Pick):
Belt of Physical Might:
+4 Spiked Guantlet of Guardian Cheese
+4 Spiked Guantlet of Defending Cheese
+1 Inherent Cha
Flawed Pale Green Prism
Eyes of the Eagle
Headband of +6 Cha
+5 Rallying Mithral Light Quickdraw Shield Dragonskin grip