<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/39ec8807784b61f5bbdf599bdd2c5c5f/tumblr_n8j89iKuCY1r9tnh2o1_250.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Iksenitrix</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=950409)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Role:</strong> Assistant Quarter-Master</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> Main deck near the elevator head</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alluan, Ferren, Rainna, and Tsume</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Content:</strong> Icky mentions her crowd control abilities and plots dynamic entry and distractions.</span><br/><br/><hr/>Iksenitrix looks as sore and irritable as any of the rest of the crew, but the kobold is perhaps soot-stained rather than scorched. She sneezes and lifts her head slightly, eyes narrowing at the phrase "very grateful," but doesn't comment on it within Thrane's hearing, instead spending her time rummaging through some of the bandoliered bottles and vials with which her short and sleek form is usually draped.<br/><br/>On the way to the elevator-head, however, she does speak up. "Dunno what business some of ye've had in the hold," Her eyes flick towards Alluan, but there's no malice in them, she just figures unless the entertainer was looking for a place for privacy she'd have been down there less than the other crew. "...but if we take th'cargo lift, we'll be comin' down in th' thick of it."<br/><br/>"We go down that way an' th'spinal corridor'll extend ahead an' behind us, an' we'll be right next ter two lockers that were full of break-bulk. What's in'em now is anyone's guess, an' if some of what's down there is smart enough to work the elevator, it's smart enough t'ambush folks comin' down."<br/><br/>Iksenitrix hefts a bottle filled with bilious greenish liquid. "I can block the corridor in either direction for a few. Anythin' that tries t'walk through it'll be busy chokin' and pukin' its guts up for half a minim or so." She glances at Ferren, "Maybe even you."<br/><br/>"But what I'd rather do is have some'n up here send th'lift down without th'gem -- y'keep't in yer trousers, Ferren." The kobold leers wearily. "Whilst we secure a line abaft, from th'topiary, an' we drop down an' inter th' gryphons' launchin' bay through th'big doors above th'keel. That way ain' nothin' behind us, an' anythin' waitin' will 'ave its back ter us an be watchin' th'elevator."<br/><br/>She points from the back of the ship then sweeps her hand towards the bow. "An' we dun' come down in th' middle, we start at one end an' move for'ard t'th'bow, clearin' th' deck lockers one b'one." She scowls. "Nothin' c'n come at us from behind. An' keepin' an eye on t'ceilin'. Spiders."<br/><br/>The kobold glances over the side-rail and stretches her soot-stained wings. "There was plenty-all line an'some cargo-nets down there afore we caught fire. If any survived they'd maybe be useful t'get some critters back t'their cages."