03-24-2024, 11:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2024, 11:17 PM by Benji Copperclaw.)
Ugh...feels like head was dry-humped by an ogre. The copper kobold stumbled to his feet, clutching his temple, though the pain was mercifully subsiding. Stupid mage. Grand Wizard of Horse's Ass! Benji muttered to himself angrily as he pulled out a waterskin from his richly embroidered satchel and took a big swig from it. Insecure villains always making fancy big-brain plans. Compensating for tiny pee-pee more like.
Benji only truly noticed the others when the stern-looking man with the nice hat started asking him questions. Where are we? Hmm...can't say. Need to get out of this stink-house to tell ya more. The kobold rubbed his chin trying to recall his last whereabouts. I was traveling through Varisia, destination Sandpoint, before Red-Robed Piss-Pot ambushed me.
But who are we? Benji pulled out his lute and strummed a few chords, filling its listeners with a sense of strength and confidence. As the fleeting melody faded, so too did the feeling. The kobold flopped forward in an exaggerated bow. Benji Copperclaw, Envoy of Clan Arcath. Scion of dragons! The kobold thumped his chest with pride as he introduced himself.
Benji only truly noticed the others when the stern-looking man with the nice hat started asking him questions. Where are we? Hmm...can't say. Need to get out of this stink-house to tell ya more. The kobold rubbed his chin trying to recall his last whereabouts. I was traveling through Varisia, destination Sandpoint, before Red-Robed Piss-Pot ambushed me.
But who are we? Benji pulled out his lute and strummed a few chords, filling its listeners with a sense of strength and confidence. As the fleeting melody faded, so too did the feeling. The kobold flopped forward in an exaggerated bow. Benji Copperclaw, Envoy of Clan Arcath. Scion of dragons! The kobold thumped his chest with pride as he introduced himself.
