<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/></div></div><br/><strong>Where: The Lorrimor Living-Room<br/>Tagged: Innoki, Lexi, Caladrel, Quentan<br/></strong><br/><br/>Senthaynatrix watches as the array of arrows, bottles and boxes gets dumped on the table and stirred about, then chips in on the tail of Quentan's comment about blessings. "...If we indeed face necromanssers and sspiritss, ssuch bles-ssings would be welcome." She pauses, "And, sshould we find a deessent herbalisst before the night'ss end, I can provide ssome addissional healing draughtss."<br/><br/>The tiny kobold stalks around the table...It's the perfect height for her, at least. Makes one wonder who Professor Lorrimor was in the habit of entertaining. "Innoki sspeakss truly. I have never heard of sstirgess acting in s-such a way. They were ignoring the patronss of a crowded tavern to liss-sten to mussic. I'd not think ssuch creaturess ssmart enough to appreciate mussic for itss aessthetic value, and that led uss quite a puzzle until Innoki turned up the information about thiss Piper-criminal."<br/><br/>"It iss thuss a different ssort of puzzle, as I do not imagine sstirgess, however trained, would live sso long. What we sslew were not ghossts. As-sside from behavior, they sseemed quite normal, as besst I could judge."<br/><br/>Her hooded head dips slightly at Innoki's credit for her swing. "Throwing thingss iss more of my sspeciality." She cocks her hooded head at Cal's comment and query, then shrugs within her robes.<br/><br/>"Arcanissts sspeak with fixed formulae becausse the Firsst Language allowss definition...<em>and re-definition</em>...of the world. Your racess' younger tonguess..." Did she just call dwarves and elves younger races? "..are desscriptive. The ancient word iss pre-sscriptive. One sspeakss the word for fire clearly and forssefully enough, and it<em>is</em>."<br/><br/>"I sshould be mosst ssurprised to find human or elf with ssuch pronunssiation. It iss why I hold a chair at the Univers-ssity. I wass taught to sspeak clearly by my former masster, Rasilanythrylax the Indomitable, Sscourge of the Dead-Eye, Gatekeeper of<em>Raschka-Tor</em>," She sounds almost bored as she goes down the list of titles...Clearly not a herald! That said, the Orcish phrase 'Fire-Mountain' is a little crisper than her hissing Varisian Common...Orcs' tusks make them somewhat prone to sibilance. "...And hiss family."<br/><br/>For those scholarly enough (or widely wandered enough) to keep track of such things as cataclysmic disasters in northern Orcish 'nations,' Raschka-Tor in the Kodar Mountains has been for centuries the known lair of a quartet of red dragons who accept tribute from the tribes in the region.