<strong>Name:</strong>Tilde (tilsin'rayair)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Transmutation Wizard [Enhancement]<br/><strong>Age:</strong>16 (kobold adult)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tilde wiggles her nose as she makes her way from the warren, eyes adjusting to distances far greater than from one cavernous wall to the next. Her nose wiggles before she releases a sneeze, almost dropping the heavy case of equipment for her lab on the ship. Everything outside the snarl is different... the smells, the sites... it's all unnatural. And she's signed up for an unknown amount of time in something even more unnatural: The great boat set to sail soon.<br/><br/>Suddenly the lithe little lizard is pushed forward, having to take several steps to not drop the crate and its hundred plus pounds of fragile glass and ceramic equipment. "Hey!" She says, turning around to already find the offender moving on in a skitter. She wiggles her nose again, trying to memorize the bastards back side in case she ever needs to make speedy escape from a shark. Nibbles chitters angrily from atop her head as they move away, holding up a wing like an angry fist!<br/><br/>With a sigh, she walks the short jungle path to the boat, the bouncing plank onto deck bending a little under her load.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Active Spells:</strong><br/>Book Ward<br/>Mage Armor<br/>False Life<br/>Ant Haul