Utterly Mad

The kobold bowmen gather. Peeking out from their cover in the bushes they spy their target, a fierce warthog. They aren't sure why they are being ordered to attack a warthog. Was this not the job of hunters? Perhaps it was because there didn't appear to be any hunters other than apethetic who was always too busy performing individual combat drills all day. They waited for the warthog to draw closer, and when it did...

Delicious boar. Especially considering they had nothing to eat other than mussels all year.

Their came a unified sigh as they approached their home, Saltmummy was once again making a bit of a fool of herself. "We need to build this thing!"

What did kobolds need temples for anyway? "Spiritual needs!" Saltmummy would always shout gleefully. The rest of the kobolds had no idea what that meant, just that Saltmummy wouldn't shut the hell up until it was complete.

The kobolds were especially surprised when...

A human. Perhaps they had managed to build a finer tavern than they had realized?

And even kobolds need a bit of privacy. Especially Six and Wilson.


Sorry about how lax this post is in story, I'm in a bit of a hurry. That's spring though. I figured I'd be further along in the year by now, but hm hm hm.