Overall there is no unifying "Kobold" culture, most of Koboldkind being far to spread out and low in number to generate such a thing. They have a lifespan of between one year and one hundred and twenty but averaging 50-60, with most Kobold's dying fairly young due to environmental issues and the inability to properly protect themselves from larger predators. The average Kobold lies in size somewhere between 60-80cm, though there are sub breeds and outliers that may be both below and above this average range. This sadly does not benefit them much, beyond a slightly sturdier resilience and natural inclination towards spell casting. Kobold's, for those not familiar with D&D, are dragonkin - and often considered the lowest form of such. May unlock Psion Kobolds.ĭM notes: An attempt for me to get back into writing by doing something unusual(for me). Sapphire - Major bonus to wealth: gem production from passively transforming the area around your lair to crystal caves/sapphire mines. Emerald - Major bonus to wealth: gem production from passively transforming the area around your lair to crystal caves/emerald mines. Howling - Bonus to actions related to sabotage and chaos. Radiant - Bonus to health for communities under your rule. Steel/Greyhawk - Starts with Polymorph Self(Human, elf, gnome, halfling, dwarf, Kobold). Silver - Increased chance to attract good aligned adventurers/mercenaries.
Gold - Bonus to relations with good/lawful aligned factions. Blue - Bonus to intrigue/stealth actions. Chance to automatically suppress weaker monster factions. As if you are, even in your slumber, preparing for something.Īnd then, one day, a suppressed urge reaches a crescendo - and thus you hatch. Though even as you return once more to half thoughts, you feel something within you begin to shift. Fine? You do not know why it is so, but it is nonetheless what you feel. It is different then before, yet you instinctively know that you can return to your half slumber for a time, even if the waves of impressions of before do not return.īut it is. Until one of them reaches out and touches the edge of your world, gently moving something across its edge - and then those feelings are washed away with wonder and joy.Īnd then your world is moved again, many of the new things coming together to grasp your world and move it too somewhere else - somewhere warm. Then quiet for a time, even as you sense things moving around the outside of your world, ones awash with feelings of alarm and confusion. You feel as your world impacts upon something, sending distressing waves through your body and your world alike.
Then a wrenching, swirling feeling washes across both you and your world - and a sensation of passing, as if your world moved from somewhere, to somewhere else far removed in more ways then you can truly grasp as you are. Desperation.Īnd then you briefly feel the massive thing return, a single point of it reaching out and touching the outer edge of your world. It is confusing, as is the whirlwind of sensations that wash over your world as the massive thing moves away from you. Until something shatters the peace of your quiet, warm life.Ī reverberation through the world, one filled with danger and rage, an echo as you feel something massive from outside of your world shift and respond to something else with hatred and. Yet still at the back of your thoughts you feel an urge to shatter this existence, but one that is also firmly held down by another stronger urge that says 'not yet'.Īnd so you let it all flow across you in waves, letting this quiet warm world embrace you fully and without truly questioning it. Though it is hard to build the strength or motivation to do more then note that it happens.īecause your current state? It is. You do not know how you know this, yet you do.
As if you somehow know that they are knowledge being given to you for a time when you leave your current world. It is hard to define either in your current state, yet you instinctively know that they are somehow important. Impressions come and go, some sinking deep within your half slumbering mind, others passing with barely a notice. It is the first thing you remember in your life, cradled as you are within liquid, floating through a realm of half thoughts.
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