Érme Coin's page

Hey DQ - awesome to have you onboard and look forward to collaborating once again :)

With Jack being a Ranger with real wilderness chops could be he's already in the locale and decided to drop in on Oleg to ensure this latest group of arrivals aren't ner'do'wells or marauders? (ties in with Silent Hunter/Track)

Kinda like the idea he's aware of us (and we aren't of him) and as a "road warden" of sorts he'll have some choice intel on the local banditry perhaps ;)

@Antonio - only just realised we're in Fang's Savage Tide together :)

That's fine chief. Are we looking to unman the party again? Might be a good time to recruit?

Érme catches her sisters look, and mulls the situation.

The Master of the First Vault once again gives us opportunity to bring value.

The Inquisitor nods her head in acknowledgement of both their hosts words and the unspoken duty to their tenets. Removing her hat she addresses Oleg and Svetlana;

"Good couple I am Érme Coin, Oathkeeper of Abadar. This is my faith-sister Amelia, and the swordsman is Antonio. Our god teaches us that conflict should only be the last resort."

She pauses, mulling her next words;

"However he also tells us that unlawfulness and banditry are blights to civilisation and trade... That we cannot abide. This blight of banditry will be dealt with."

Érme catches her sisters look, and her jaw hardens at the doubt wrought by events they had experienced.

She leans in, clasping Amelia's shoulder with a weak smile;

"No more than I sister. Counterfeit as we may be, we still can shine. Still have value."

The tall inquisitor guides her sister gently forward, returning Svetlana's hail;

"Our thanks My Lady, your hospitality is a welcome boon."

Remember your Amulet of Natural Armour +1 folks :)

So soon after losing Kunala and hearing braggadocio of the Aldori sword and its status draws Érme's ire;

"Aldori sword? We had one of those in our company. Alas the mettle could not match the metal and he was lost to us..."

The tall inquisitor pauses, composing herself, apologising in a tone also flat and weary;

"Apologies Sir. It has been an... arduous venture. One costly to us in spirit, please excuse my words. I meant no disrespect to your tradition..."

Érme jaw sets as she heeds her sister's plea.

Pausing for a second she places two gold coins across the eyes of the fallen swordsman;

"His toll paid for the Boneyard..."

Then the tall half-orc joins her sister and Antonio in being pulled clear of the fell mine...

:O Yeah.... -20 is the definition of dead.

Was worried that hefting his corpse would be super encumbering, but @ -20 it'll likely be more like this:

Érme sighed when she saw the cloven body of the fallen swordsman. Knowing time was of the essence she gestured toward Antonio;

"You take his bottom half. I'll take the rest. Makes sure we don't leave any parts behind..."

@GM T: Just checking that Antonio & I can see Kunala's cloven body? Won't the smoke obscure it?

True he's not dead, but he's down... in the face of a horde of orcs and likelihood is we'll never know if he's still alive or not while they remain standing.

Think I touched on that in gameplay the Emre recognises Kunala is likely for the pot or the bones on a trophy banner :S

Likewise, with Kunala dropping someone's going to have to delay their advance. Even with smoke cover, the orcs will likely barrel through. I'd rather not risk hasty climb checks or charging into the unknown (and potentially worse than what we face).

If a spear-point keeps biting them from the smoke it might give them pause enough for Antonio and her sister to escape.

Erme will likely attempt to ransom herself (if she survives lol)

ROUND 4Buffs: Bless?

As Kunala falls, everything seems to happen at once.

The orc standing over the fallen swordsman is battered with a rain of tiny meteors - her sister's delivery she is sure. Then, as he turns to retreat, Antonio throws something down that causes smoke to billow forth!

Knowing to retreat meant dooming Kunala to a fate as food or a grisly trophy, she shifted backward (5ft Step back), then called upon her patron for justice;

"Lord of the Vault, guide my spear, there is a levy in blood that must be paid!" (Swift Action - Judgement of Justice (+1 to hit)

Melee (Reach) Attack - Longspear: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 18
Longspear Damage (P): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Am hoping the above happens simultaneously to Antonio's action so her attack isn't affected). Érme icon not on the map so just pushing back in the hope her spear can trigger AoO as she overwatches Kunala and provides a vanguard for the retreating party)

Not sure where Érme went on the battle map GM-T?

ROUND 3

As Kunala enters the fray of orc blades, the inquisitor curses under her breath at his heedless bravado;

Move & Attack (if able)

She shifts forward and attempts to spear one of the mass of orcs;

1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 1 = 19
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Érme moves to stand by her sister's shoulder with a nod at Antonio's tactical acumen;

"Hold them here. If they break and attempt to flank us we can respond."

She reaches out to grip Kunala's shoulder;

"May you prosper in this battle swordsman..."

(Cast Guidance on Kunala: +1 competence bonus on a single attack roll, saving throw, or skill check for 1 minute or till discharged)

ROUND 2 Buffs: Bless

As Antonio deftly joins the fray, Érme once again shifts (5ft Step) then tries to impale the orc Standard Action - Melee Attack vs Yellow)

Melee Attack - Longspear: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 Well that was a short run of success :S
Longspear Damage (P): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

However the concern for her sister swaying just above the clamour puts paid to her stab...

ROUND 1

As the orc closes Érme sidesteps (5ft Step) freeing up space under the rope, then mirthlessly attempts to skewer the brute on her long spear (Standard Action - Melee Attack);

Melee Attack - Longspear: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Longspear Damage (P): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Érme realises that they are committed to this endeavour and turning back could prove disastrous...

Jaw set she quick climbs the last 30 intent more than ever to prove her worth;

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

When she reaches the ground, the inquisitor draws her longspear...

Érme's jaw sets and she steps forward;

"I-I will lead this initiative. My eyes see in the dark."

Checking over her equipment, the lithe half-orc shoots a look to her sister...

I need this.

... then decends...

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Érme places her hand on her sister's shoulder to provide the support she seeks; both physical and spiritual.

Jaw-set, the Inquisitor adds her support to the pyrrhic solution;

"Fire will cleanse any pestilence and allow any lingering souls safe passage to the Boneyard. A structure lost is acceptable collateral when dealing with such an unholy act."

Érme's gaze shifts momentarily from her crossbow vigil and offers a weak smile to Amelia;

"I am Sister. The brush with the Boneyard has given me pause..."

Sorry gang. Could have sworn I posted. Darn boards...

Érme looks to her sister, then to their new guardian beast before back to Amelia with a look that seems to say Tarnished Coins indeed. We are now protected by a giant skunk.

She smiles weakly, then shoulders her crossbow in overwatch of the sneakers ahead;

"My thanks Maff."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Oh now I get a crit...

Érme shakes her head, clearly relived the orcs have been bested;

"I fell and we almost lost Maff. My vote is in accordance with my SIster's... We withdraw, regain our strength and return upon the morrow."

As the orc engages Érme drops her makeshift bludgeon (Free Action) and her hand find the sickle at her hip.

Drawing the weapon (Move Action), she slashes at the brute before her (Standard Action);

Melee Sickle+Guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 1 = 15
Damage (S): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 3

Seeing her shot go wide Érme shouts a warning to the orc, hoping to make it more scared of her than she clearly was of it...

"Der now. Vras ku gith kulknej liwo gift lat kigiji dautas!"

Intimidate vs Orc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 (spectacular fail... :S)

As her words have little effect, she hefts her unloaded crossbow and swings the makeshift club at the brute (5ft Step and Attack Standard Action)

Melee (Improvised Weapon - Light Crossbow): 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 4 = 18
Crit Confirm? (Improvised Weapon - Light Crossbow): 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 2 - 4 = 17

Damage (Club?): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Crit Damage?: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The irony of the calm Inquisitor epic failing at attacks and intimidate, only to succeed in using a makeshift bludgeon in a survival rage isn't lost on me...

As the orcs advance, Érme shifts backward (5ft Step) and lets fly with her crossbow;

Ranged (Light Crossbow): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 ...

Still shaken from her near-death, the inquisitor is rattled and the shot goes awry.

Érme too stays back, perhaps reticent after the last combat with her brutish kin, perhaps just being canny in her tactics.

Instead the inquisitor levels her crossbow as overwatch over Tacitus, seeking the opening for a shot when opportunity presents...

Will delay pending how the confrontation goes. Not sure if she can shoot past/over Tacitus?

Slammed at work folks - will likely be well into the weekend before I'm afforded some free time.

Please bot Erme as necessary.

Érme is helped up by her sister after the administration of healing.

She composes herself, retrieves her long-spear and with a nod to Tacitus, continues onward;

"My thanks Little Master. Your generosity will not go unrewarded."

At the mineshaft she peers down, then eyes the others with concern;

"Following the scout poses too high a risk. Whomever he runs to will now know we are here and our capabilities. They will be readying..."

The tall inquisitor winces as the recent near-death is still fresh;

[b]"We should keep the rope up and perhaps block the shaft top?

Under her sister's ministrations Érme''s eyes flicker open and she gasps, instinctively reaching for where the orc falchion bit deep.

Focussing, she blinks through welling tears and her voice is uncharacteristically weak;

"S-sister..?...Is this blessed Aktun or the mortal coil?..Please tell me we both did not fall... Please tell me I did not fail you or the First Vault again..."

Taddy and Amelia both help Erme {-11 hp total and stable now} and return from the door of death.

@GMT: Think Érme is indeed stable but still @ -4HP after his Sister's timely healing and Tacitus' timely intervention.

DC 10 to Stabilise: 1d20 + 1 - 11 ⇒ (11) + 1 - 11 = 1

So if no healing comes her way this round, then this Coin Sister expires...

Buffs: Bless (+1 morale bonus applies on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, and all saving throws) & Guidance ( +1 competence bonus on a single attack roll, saving throw, or skill check)

Seeing Kunala deftly slice his opponent, Érme shifts forward 5ft Step and attempts to skewer the orc at the edge of her speartip (Standard Action vs Blue);

Melee (Longspear 5ft Reach): 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 23
Longspear Damage (P): 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

As Érme joins the line, she invokes Abadar's protection;

"Master of the First Vault hear my plea - grant your humble servant aegis in this conflict."

Swift Action - activate Judgement of Protection: The inquisitor is surrounded by a protective aura, granting a +1 sacred bonus to Armour Class.

Seeing Taddy return, and hearing Kunala engage the enemy Érme sets her jaw and hefts her spear...

"We cannot leave them to fight alone."

With a "stay here" look to her sister she enters into mess hall and takes up position at Antonio's shoulder;

(20ft Move Action)

Érme nods appreciatively as the diminutive Drektan provides a sound rationale to his skill;

"You would do well in the service of the First Vault Master Drektan. There is always opportunities in the path of the Balanced Scales - auditors of treasure caches if you will. A keen eye, sound evaluator and sense of adventure. A calling almost tailor-made for an enterprising soul such as yourself."

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Spying something, she adds her own canny senses to the collective tracking, pointing out previously missed prints and indications;

"See here, here... and there. Orc Tracks. Leading to and from this building in a westerly direction."

Catching up with multi-post. Did try and post something at the storeroom but looks like it got eaten by the damned boards...

STOREROOM REDUX

Érme replenishes her own ammunition, before nodding at Kunala's proposal;

"All these items have worth and can be ported relatively easily. Would be good acumen for us to return with them. If we cannot, then destroying their assets makes sense."

She takes a mental note on the inventory before pressing on.

THE ORE & THE ANVIL

The tall Inquisitor nods in agreement first at Drektan's, then her sister's assessment and valuation;

"Well valued Master Drektan. Was your canny eye one you had before, or moreso now in your new form?"

MANY LEGS MAKE STEALTHY WORK

Keen to avoid poking such a potent nest Érme bids Drektan hold from his stonethrowing and lends her own muscle in an attempt to close the remaining door...

STR Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Sorry gang - combo of work and the boards eating my post means I missed the onslaught of input lol.

Érme also nods in agreement;

"I am not the stealthiest, but I can attempt not to wake it. My spear will allow me to send the creature to the Boneyard without getting next to it."

Her voice is matter of fact, with no malice or relish to her words or the deed they describe.

Érme reaches over gripping the shoulder of the rogue as he works;

"Try again Swordsman. This time I gift you the Blessing of the Vault."

Cast Guidance for +1 competence bonus

Érme politely tips the brow of her hat toward the newcomer;

"Well met Master Antonio of Taldor. I am Érme... This... (gesturing toward her sister) ... is Amelia. We are the Coin Sisters; Servants of the Golden Vault both."

The eyes him stoically;

"In the interests of transparency, please state what business you have with our company."

Érme too shakes her head at the possibility of the magic's her sister intimated;

"Abadar blesses me with spells that augment my own abilities and the execution of my service. Communication at distance... with either halfling or skunk is beyond my ken."

At another dashing swordsman arrives the tall half-orc eyes him warily, then subtly interposes herself between them and Amelia...

Érme delays her appraisal as her sister moves to assist the newly minted halfling in

"Look for missives. Bills. Inventory. Legal records. Letters naming individuals... all could prove documents of value to us going forward. Some may provide proof. Others bargaining credit..."

If permissable Érme would have purchased one of these: Magnifying Glass

Totally situational, but nice flavour for an Abadarian appraiser :)

Érme moves in Kunala's wake, leaving the hunter to rifle through paperwork.

When the duellist uncovers the strongbox, she arcs an eyebrow appreciatively;

"Good eye Swordsman."

Casting her own seasoned gaze over its contents, she examines first the gemstones;

DC15 Appraise: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Uncut, but good. Should yield us 750 gold in total."

The Abadarian then turns her attention to the ring;

DC15 Appraise: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Wrought platinum... A pretty piece worth 150 gold."

DC20 Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The final ring eludes her appraisal, eliciting a frown;

"This one has stymied me. Sister, perhaps you could discern its value or purpose?"

She offers up the ring to Amelia for her keen eye...

GM Tribute wrote:

Emerald, Jasper and Malin are preparing to sail the caravan back up river. They give you 1000gp for completing the caravan duty less 5000gp to bring Drektan back, albeit as a halfling. Unfortunately in the middle of the wilderness, there are not many places to spend it.

GM T, a question on the math. There are six of us, that's 6,000 gp. - 5,000 gp leaving 1.000 gp. to split up.

I said Kunala wouldn't take any gold if they brought him back, so the other five can divide the remaining 1,000 gp, or 200 gp each. Does that sound right, or did you mean something else?

Just checking - after resurrection tax did we all get 200GP as Kunala noted or 166GP, 6SP & 6 CP each (the 1k split 6 ways)?

Érme Level 2

+1/2 Favoured Class bonus on Intimidate checks and Knowledge checks to identify creatures.
+6 HP (d8+1, +1 CON)
+1 BAB
+1 FORT & WILL Saves
+1 0 Level Spell Known
+1 1st Level Spell Known
+1 1st Level Spell/Day
+1 Adventuring Skill Ranks in Climb, Know (Local), Know (Nature), Perception, Sense Motive, Spellcraft, Survival & Swim
+1 Background Skill Ranks in Appraise
Cunning Initiative Class Ability
Detect Alignment Class Ability
Oathbreaker's Scourge Archetype Ability

Happy enough to coordinate spells, most of Érme's picks are flavour-based so likely less of an overlap per say.

Thinking of shifting her alignment from LG to LN as she seems to be the harder edged counterpoint to Amelia. Interested to what everyone else thinks?

Ditto on the levelling. Will get that sorted when I'm back from work

Érme nods in agreement at her sister's words as she checks her equipment and loads her crossbow;

"Indeed Master Drektan. Regardless of the form you now wear, your financial debt is not withholding. If there still exists a moral one, you feel obliged to honour, that is for you to decide."

Érme also politely declines the offer of a change of body, instead asking more on the nature of the ritual they are observing;

"I am curious how this transaction of soul and body works with the tithe to be paid to Pharasma? How too are the new bodies procured? Are they mere simulacrums, conjured and filled..."

At Kunala's suggestion the inquisitor nodded.

"I would be prudent to weaken any competition ahead of pursuing our own endeavours. Pitax have proven themselves ambitious and resourceful. We would likely earn their enmity, but it is a worthy trade should their schemes be stymied."

As the group prepare to rest Érme speaks out, her expression hard and solemn voice intoned with frustration;

"I did little in that battle to turn the tide, nor save our companion. While I am no soldier, my training is martial. My value to you all fell short. It will not again."