<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: Everybody<br/></strong><br/><br/><br/>Senthaynatrix pores over the map curiously, then begins making quick, loose sketches in her notebook. "Ss. Thiss iss<em>far</em>better than I had hoped. You are a life-ssaver, ssir."<br/><br/>She quirks her head slightly at Quentan's commentary and queries, then wipes and sets her pen down at the sheriff's memory of the place. "Nothing unu-ssualy threatening, there, ahhhh?"<br/><br/>The kobold steps up from the chair she's been standing in and onto the table, leaning over the map to get a better view straight down onto it.<br/><br/>"Sso, in your ex-ssperiencsse, then, there iss<em>abssolutely no reasson</em>why necromansserss sshould be interessted in the plassce." It's hard to tell with the hood, but her voice has that dry, sardonic, smirking tone. "And<em>sscertainly</em>no reasson it sshould have been drowned in bless-ssed water and ssealed over with sstoness."<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix folds her gloved hands behind her back and begins to pace. "It iss eas-ssy to call ssomething 'dead' and pretend it iss gone. And yet we, all of uss, know that there are thosse who ssee jusst as much potenssial in the body of an evil being as we ssee in the sseed of an oak." She pauses a moment, taking a deep breath. "The necromanss-sserss we sseek, the oness who sslew our mutual friend, are part of the ssame cult which, it sseemss, taught<em>Geb the Tyrant</em>what he knew of necromanssy. In sshort, that they have re-ssurfassced and sshowed interesst in ssuch an evil plassce as thiss sshould be terrifying when conssidered by anyone with any<em>ssensse</em>."<br/><br/>"Whatever it iss they are doing, they have been doing it for<em>at leasst</em>a couple of weekss ssinssce our friend wass killed. Under the ssircumsstansscess, I sshould recommend nothing lesss than notifying the Universsity and every major church, Pharassmite and otherwisse, in every ss-city of Usstinov and beyond. Confronting beingss who create lich-<em>kingss</em>like Geb and Tar-Baphon iss not a job for amateurss."<br/><br/>She pauses in her pacing. "Having ssaid that...<em>We</em>are here, and the armiess of the churchess and the ssagess of the sscitiess are<em>not</em>."<br/><br/>"We have one warrior-priesst of Torag, although there sseemss little enough disstinction between priesst and warrior in thiss case, and able to make...and repair, I ssupposse? weaponss and armor." She inclines her hood respectfully enough towards Quentan. "Sscertainly I would not exsspect you to be far from the fighting."<br/><br/>"Aaaaand..." She pivots to face Nimeda, "A holy warrior in, perhapss, the more ss-secular ssensse. I did not, I confesss, hear what other sskillss you bring to the table."<br/><br/>"A fellow ssage and arcanisst." Caladrel gets something that is closer to a bow than a nod.<br/><br/>"A..." Senthaynatrix seems to pause several heartbeats, staring in Lexi's direction. With the kobold standing atop the table and her head almost at normal human eye level, the faint reflection of her thick glasses can be made out in the shadows of her hood as she studies the young elf. "I<em>sssupposse</em>diplomat could, if sspread thinly, cover the sskillss you sspoke of earlier, although you remind me of ssome rather ssubtle typess who did a great deal of diploma-ssy from the sshadowss, with knivess."<br/><br/>She waves a hand idly in Innoki's direction, somehow a more casual gesture than all this nodding, bowing, and glaring, "And an obsservant elf bounty-hunter with the sstereotypical impress-ssive sskill in archery and a ssword I sshould misslike to find mysself at the wrong end of."<br/><br/>"For mys-sself, while I may be a dee-sscendant of dragonss, I am but a humble sscholar of languagess and natural ssciencssess. Sstill, I have ssome...background...knowledge of deep, dark tunnel-work, of lockss, devissess and trapss, and in addition to," the faint hint of a smile colors her hissing tone, "...My 'arm,' I bring to bear ssuch powerss as the lawss of physsicss and thermodynamicss...particularly the more exssothermic and pyrophoric elements...may permit, as well as ssome knowledge of healing and diversse other sscholarly purssuitss."<br/><br/>"We have a few ssunrodss...Given time, and materialss, I could make more, but I am unaware of any effectss they have upon the undead, ssave by inherent brightnesss... More to the point, ssome holy water, and given a day'ss time, Torag's-sson could producsse more. Ssome arrowss enchanted to fitting purposse, ssome potionss...Again, given a day'ss time, I could provide two more healing draughtss...and we also posssesss ssome more essoteric equipment with whosse sspecific ussess I am mosstly unfamiliar."<br/><br/>"In my own equipment, I have ssome boltss of ssilver and cold iron...Too ssmall to be of usse to otherss, I would ssay...As well as the exsspected inssendiariess and diversse asscidic ssubsstancssess."<br/><br/>Senthaynatrix begins to pace again. "There sshould be no miss-staking our purposse, nor the strength of our foess. We know that in the passt they have worked terrible legendss. If thiss<em>iss</em>an attempt to producsse another great horror, the likess of Geb, or Tar-Baphon, then<em>our</em>livess have little weight. We don't<em>have</em>power. We don't<em>have</em>authority. The only thing on our sside iss that we<em>are</em>here, and we undersstand what we facsse. It may be that we cannot ssave our-sselvess. It may be that we cannot ssave thiss town. But we musst do as much as we can to delay, obsstruct, and unbalansse theesse beingss while sstronger forcssess are marsshalled. It iss what, I think, our friend Profess-ssor Lorrimor would have wanted. Too, I believe, had he been more sscertain of what he ssusspected, he would have ssounded the alarm him-sself."<br/><br/>"I sshall prepare what documentss I can to be ssent to Lepidsstadt, in care of the Ssheriff, here, as there are thosse at the Universsity who I know could contact Caliphass long before a rider from thiss town could reach the Capitol. Any who wissh to ssend other documentassion...Including, if ssuch matterss to you, matterss of inheritanssce... I would welcome to contribute to thiss packet."<br/><br/>"We cannot afford to be<em>recklesss</em>." Do those fiery-golden eyes linger on Nimeda over-long? We musst not be amateurissh. Okay, that glare definitely was shorter, but it also definitely was a glare, and it was definitely aimed at Lexi. We musst have complete undersstanding of the ne-sscessity, and the conssequencssess of our failure. I under-sstand that we all came here to bury a dear friend, not to die our-sselvess. But our friend opposs-ssed ssuch terrible beingss that death iss<em>not</em>the greatesst thing to fear from them...For they are no res-sspecterss of death; it iss merely a tool for their purpossess.<br/><br/>If you believe your life iss more important than thiss, I under-sstand. It iss a ssenssible, and a ssane attitude. I sshall not think the lesss of you, but I would ask you to work with the Ssheriff to ssee that theesse documentss reach thosse who have more power than we." She looks slowly around the room, sliding her hood a bit back to study all the flat, mammalian faces and make eye contact. She's...Strangely intimidating for something three feet high. It must be the dragon-eyes. Or perhaps the horns. Or perhaps it's just the dreadful seriousness. "Another day and night could ssee uss better prepared, but sso, too, might it ssee our enemiess sstrengthened. We have the advantage that we know they are there...We may, it iss hoped, have as yet avoided their awareness."<br/><br/>"I sshall abide by your decis-ssion, but I sshould like to take one more day for prepara-ssion, to better our weaponss and healing abilitiess, organizsse a miss-ssive to Lepid-sstadt, and to ssee what elsse may be unearthed from the town'ss librariess. Thosse we fassce, legend hass it, take the long view...The hisstory of the living iss but an eyeblink to ssome. I ssusspect they will not move ssuddenly. How ssay you?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pompous little kobold attempts to muster the dignity of her dragon-ancestors and instead inadvertently channels Patton.</div></div>