Utterly Mad

Midwinter, Saltmummy is sits upon the blood stained battlements of the kastle hiding the kobold warren beneath. She looks out over the trees and thinks about the year that has gone by. It all seemed to start so well. The zoo was ambitious. To her anyway. So much effort in keeping everyone from finding out what she was planning. For what? The attempted coup had made sure that most of the kobolds who were curious about what she was cooking up would never see it's completion. What had even sparked that day of violence? Some said a popular horse was killed. Others said it had started as a petty brawl. Still, others thought it had been one of the bards, inciting a riot among the warren guards. Whatever the case, Stlayber had gone from a burgeoning colony of 140 or so happy kobolds to a blood soaked tomb of only 64. Saltmummy blinked the coming tears away, and something in the distance caught her eye. What was that approaching the kastle?

Saltmummy shot to her feet and called for what little guards were left. The remaining bowbolds filled the battlements around her and readied their arrows even as a trio of brave bolds with spears took the field to meet the ettin in ambush. As it broke through the tree line, the bowbold nearest her let loose a single arrow, and the spearbolds sprang their trap.

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It was over quickly. Reduced in number as they were, the fighting bolds of Stlayber were a force to be reckoned with. Even one on one, they were confident that they could lay low any foe.