<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">SENTHAYNATRIX LITERATOR</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=563156)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statblock</div><div class="spoiler_body">Female Neutral Kobold Alchemist, Level 1, Init 2, HP 8/8, Speed 20 (30)<br/>AC 15, Touch 13, Flat-footed 13, CMD 10, Fort 2, Ref 4, Will 1, CMB -2, Base Attack Bonus 0   <br/>  Light Crossbow (10 normal, 5 iron, 5 silver (carried, rest in pack)) +3 (1d6, 19-20/x2)<br/>  Morningstar 0 (1d6, x2)<br/>Cold Iron Dagger, Cold Iron (1) 0 (1d3, 19-20/x2)<br/>  Lamellar Cuirass (+2 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Size)<br/>Abilities Str 8, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 18, Wis 12, Cha 10<br/>Condition: Breakfast and Breaking Codes?</div></div><br/><br/><br/>Senthaynatrix looks up from twiddling the altitudes of the retorts and a third flask which she heats before corking it into the array of tubing. As if by magic, fluids begin rising into the rest of the improvised apparatus as the cooling bell creates a slight vacuum...And then gravity and the syphoning effect take care of the rest. "It will need refilling, but I could carry only the mosst limited sselection of my glass-sware on ssuch a journey as thiss."<br/><br/>Once tea (strong and hot) is in hand, she goes back to the other room for the purple (unlocked, encoded) tome, the professor's notebook and a notebook of her own (not so thick as the professor's, but certainly well on the way). She starts making notes and transcribing little clusters of words between spoonfulls of porridge, peering through her spectacles as she begins trying to assemble a crib for the cypher based on the professor's recent interests.<br/><br/>"Ss-so," she murmurs, without looking up from her painstakingly neat writing, "We have what? A sset of bookss on godss involved with the dead and annotated by our friend in sspesscific regard to matterss of voluntary undeath; a cult of necromansscers who the profess-sor wass inves-stigating...and who are known for killing the curiousss, and our friend wass nothing if not curiousss...and an encoded book which iss to be delivered to a Judge. I am wondering if perhapss thiss iss a judge who doess not care to have their interesstss in ssuch a cult revealed. That would exssplain the good lock, and the ensscypherment."<br/><br/>"I believe that while otherss invesstigate the church, the locatssion of the falsse ssepulcher and the rumorss about Harrows-sstone, I sshall be besst employed here. I may or may not be able to break thiss sscypher, but I am ssure I will need ssome time and ssome sstudy of the profess-sor's library to have a fair sshot at it." Senthaynatrix reaches for a biscuit, "I do appressciate that you all are sso accssepting of me, but I have been warned about the ssmall-minded provinsscialism of ssuch as thos-sse who confronted us at the sscemetary, and it makess me much miss-slike the idea of gadding about the town and sseeking counsscil," she pauses. "Even if that clergyman at the graveyard did sseem intolerant of their bigotry, and looked ssomewhat goblin-desscended, himself."<br/><br/>She considers briefly, then tugs a sheet of thin parchment loose from her notebook and begins making a list. "If there iss an herbalisst or 'pothyckary of ssome ability in thiss town, I sshould be mosst appressciative if ssomeone were willing to purchasse the following for me," The kobold rummages around in her robes a moment before producing a cut beryl the size of a small woman's fingertip. "Thiss sshould cover the expensse. It would not hurt to sspread the true rumor that I am an alchemysst and healer...An apothecary might recognizsse that as the gleaningss for a healing draught...And the falsse rumor that I am terribly curssed and do not reveal my facsse for fear of being sstruck down by thos-sse unfamiliar with," she grins fangily, "...My meek and kindly nature. Againsst the day when my dissguisse sslipss."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC, Taking 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">So, I think Senthaynatrix is going spend the day attempting to take 20 on the encoded text (whether that ends up being hours or not, I have no idea, if it's too long, please let me know) and if she happens to finish with that (forlorn, faint spark of optimism!) she'll probably attempt to scour Lorrimorr's library for more information on what Quentin found to see if she can turn up anything herself. Again, taking 20, if possible. Her Linguistics mod is +5, and Knowledges-wise she has +4 on Religion, Arcana, the Planes and History, +8 on Nature...and if the Undead qualify under Dungeoneering she's got +10 on that. </div></div>