#task the kobold

[basuracake]

Epic the Musical but Task from the Unexpectables

[oldschoolfrp]

Dungeon 5, May/June 1987: "A powerful air elemental lays waste to the underground fortress of a mighty wizard. Robin Wood has captured the first meeting of the sorcerer with his nemesis in this month's cover painting." Note the artist's name worked into the decorated floor.

Rich Stump's AD&D adventure "Hirward's Task" presents an interesting situation for adventurers -- a wizard's laboratories still populated by his human and kobold underlings, whom the wizard wants protected and unharmed, but who are jumpy and quick to defend themselves due to some rampaging loose monsters.

[doctor-candy-bonez]

Me, my sister and some of our friends decided to follow the Weezer cover trend cause it's funny, I have no idea wo the 3rd guy is but Task was my addition

Each one of our favorite characters (at the time) clearly we have very different taste in people we choose to adore. Was honestly debating either Task or Cloverfield (the gardevoir)

[jackalopegirltummy]

Honestly, the fact I'm not a tiny cute kobold who gets doted on by a dragon and encouraged to indulge in my voracious tendencies is a huge injustice in my humble opinion

[vampirefvggot]

i have played like 160? ish hours of bg3 and by god if i didnt have a loser of a brain that permits me very little Do What You Actually Want Time i'd actually be SO much more insufferable about it. i have spent easily double that time just... thinking about it. dreaming about it. if i got the vr headset that would let me live it but kill me on game death i'd have throated that shit long ago GOODBYE

[dravidious]

You're quite cool I think

Wrote some gremlin lore as part of a TTRPG idea I'm writing

Goblins, kobolds, and imps aren't natural species in this world. Instead, they're a result of wizards, dragons, and demons respectively transforming humans for their own purposes. The magic of transformation has spread into cursed traps and unprofessional potion-brewing, and by now there's half a dozen ways to get your humanity zapped out of you, especially if you tend to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. And these three are far from the only possible gremlins; perhaps a druid will try to make someone "one with nature" by turning them into an intelligent raccoon.

Gremlins, despite their wide range of origins, tend to share certain traits. The most obvious is that they're very short, even as adults. People transformed into gremlins also tending toward certain personality traits depending on their new species, and most gremlin species become more impulsive. A gremlin's personality is usually mostly their personality as a human mixed with the common tendencies of their new species, though rare extreme cases like a total personality change or no change at all are possible. Typically, they're the same person as before, but different.

Naturally, many are disgruntled with the unwanted changes to their bodies and minds, and seek to reverse their transformations. Good news: There are many ways to do this. Bad news: They're all difficult and/or inconvenient. Bathing in the waters of the Dark Forest's innermost pond, making medicine from fresh herbs from the peak of the sacred mountain, completing a god-given quest to slay a cruel and powerful tyrant. Getting a cure is sure to be an adventure, and many gremlins just learn to live with it. But some gremlins, especially former- and current-adventurers, are up to the task.

While gremlin transformation is relatively rare, practically every town that gets big enough will end up with one or more residents getting transformed at some point, so gremlins are mostly accepted as members of society. Most gremlin species tend towards chaotic or otherwise inconvenient personalities, so many places are less trusting toward them. Even so, it's (usually) illegal for them to be denied service or be fired on the basis of species, so it's not too surprising to see one preparing food in a restaurant or other jobs.

However, gremlins tend to crave excitement, chaos, or shiny rocks, and so many end up as adventurers.

[itsabouttimex2]

How Can We Use Y/N?

So I’ve been watching Delicious in Dungeon, and… thinking about Beastman!Y/N. Or, rather- how the party consumes them.

Maybe outright eating them is off-limits, because, you know, Y/N is still a person, and cannibalism tends to bring about some pretty nasty stuff. Marcille is hard on that stance. She’s opened up to a lot of different foods, sure, that’s true- but she’s not eating a person! The potential for diseases and sickness is too high, no matter how you prepare the food, after all.

But eating isn’t the only way for someone or something to be consumed! Time is consumed! Energy is consumed! Labor is consumed! Products are consumed!

So what can we make out of Y/N?

Maybe you’ve been fused with the soul of something like a Firefly Squid, shifting your flesh to bear a pleasing bioluminescence- and if sometimes a tentacle falls off or is chopped clean in combat? Well, Laios doesn’t really see the issue in skinning the rubbery tendril to make glow-in-the-dark hilt wraps and canteens… even if his friends think that it’s a little gross.

Or maybe you’re some form of Cervidae, bearing a soft, short pelt and a pair of antlers to boot, which means… you’ll end up shedding at the end of the year, and the team now has a fresh set to utilize! The keratin is good for carving, especially if you’re making arrowheads or figurines. If nothing creative comes to mind, they’re at least good for trading to orcs or kobolds.

But I’d like to think that you’re a cute little Valais Blacknose, who hasn’t quite learned to trim your own fur, so it’s up to the Touden Party to take up the shears and chop those woolen locks! Chilchuck is a little estranged from his family, admittedly, but he’s still a father of three, and has learned a bit about haircare in the process. Expect lots of reminders to “hold still, dammit!” and maybe a few “oh, shit”s along the way, but the Half-Foot will get you fixed up.

Once he’s trimmed you into a presentably adorable little lamb, it’s finally possible to walk around without tripping over your own fluff, and see without a collage of thick headbands pinned in place to hold back a storm of woolen locks… and the team is left with several pounds of fluffy wool.

And team Touden does not waste resources- especially if those supplies are coming from their precious little Y/N!

So the team scrambles to find a way to use all of the floof, each one taking a portion to use in some way, at least.

Laios knows that winding his cooking ware with spun wool will only make them harder to clean, especially if blood or fat soak into the threads, and he really doesn’t want to waste such a soft part of his dear Y/N by having to throw them out over something like a minor spill… which also rules out his sword’s grip, because, again, wool holds nasty fluids really well. Probably he’ll settle for something extremely practical that can be used many times over, like a pair of socks or gloves. It’s not impossible for the monster enthusiast to keep a handful of unprocessed fluff in his pocket, just so he has something to grab and squish during stressful or boring trips… or so he can “prove” to nearby parties/“friends” how soft you are. (Shuro and Kabru are on the receiving end of more than a few rants.)

Ever practical, Senshi probably makes cheesecloth from your threads, albeit over the course of several days spent knitting the yarn together. If he doesn’t have that sort of time, or maybe just not the motivation, he’ll bind himself up a washcloth or two- perfect for sopping up cooking spills, or scrubbing the inside of a pan. And, now that you can actually see without constantly peeling pounds of fluff from your eyes, expect to given more tasks during cooking. Anything to keep you close and safe. It’s also very probable that he’ll have you on a “Beastman-friendly” diet comprised heavily of leafy meals and chopped veggies. Maybe he’ll even scrounge up some hay, or cut and bind up some grass to have on hand for you as a snack. He won’t even consider this strange- to Senshi, it’s just the proper way to take care of someone that he obsesses over the safety of cares for.

Happy to have “monster” supplies that she doesn’t have to eat, Marcille binds a few of the finer threads into a set of little ribbon for her hair. I also imagine that she’d be primarily responsible for taking caring if your hair after the cut, so she’ll make a few extra in order to style yours like she styles hers. If there’s plenty extra when everyone else is done taking their share, the elf girl just might make herself a little plushy version of you to sleep with… and one of Falin, too.

Divorced father of three, deft of hand Chilchuck has learned his way around a needle… mostly. It’s not above him to maybe weave something nice up for his daughters, like matching bracelets. He’ll want six in total, one for him and his ex, three for his daughters, and one for you- just so everyone in the “family” has a common thread to bind them. A particularly young Y/N will most likely be adopted by the Tims family at the end of their journey, providing a safe and happy (if viciously protective and smothering) space for them to grow. His daughters receive letters every now and then, each one waiting anxiously to meet the individual who is; unbeknownst to them, being propositioned as a brand new family member. Even his ex is mildly excited at the thought of someone brand new to raise, given that all her daughters are grown and moving on in the world. Maybe it’s what they need to get back together… or maybe that’s just the possessiveness talking.

And for Izutsumi… she wants a new scarf. Not that she knows how to knit, or has any interest in learning, but still. The cat girl will scrounge up a hefty handful of wool and toss it into Marcille’s lap with a huff, demanding a properly knit scarf to add to her arsenal. And although she’s not exactly above whining or making threats to get her way, there’s no need- the mage is totally on board to have every member of the party decked out in the softest parts of their collective favorite member. So, Izutsumi gets her scarf, and then everyone finally has a part of Y/N to keep close and hold dear.

Not that anyone is going to start ignoring the real thing, unfortunately for you.

[rabdoidal]

ITS ME AND @kingworm AS DUNMESHI CHARACTERS!!! shanae (they/them) is a kobold and im (it/he) a gnome, and while im on work placement to finish my magical studies, we've been tasked with finding all the ingredients the high-level wizards need for their spells, and now we're travelling the dungeon as buddies

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[thehydromancer]

Colonial Espatier Task Force Lan, assigned to protect the space colony of Umbral Keep. Umbral Keep, despite its vast potential to enrich the megacorp Krewstara and provide highly valuable resources to Sol, only rates the minimal Colonial Espatier investment given its isolated location and the competing need to protect the Aeralyn terraformer project in the same system. If it wasn't for the nearby transit gate and the previous Ijad invasion of the system, its possible The Powers That Be wouldn't have bothered at all. The PCL-01 Rookery class light carrier (inspired by the ARMD carrier from Robotech/Macross). The Fisher King is assigned to Taske Force Lan and the sister ship to the Angraal assigned to Task Force Kay tasked with guarding the Aeralyn terraformer colony. The Rookery class is a converted orbital platform popular with salvage and maintenance operations. Using the Fisher King as an example, the primary upgrades to the base craft are an integrated hangar with an elevator to the catapult, upgraded sensors and communications, and additional engines both for primary thrust and rapid maneuvering. The ships ability to rapidly change velocity is its primary defense as it is lightly armed and armored, completely dependent on its mobile frame company to defend it from aggressors. Multiple locations were reinforced for PDG installation, but the Fisher King has yet to receive this upgrade. In theory the Rookery class can transport a standard mobile frame company's entire 14 frame compliment, but it is only designed to launch and support up to a single augmented squad of 6 frames at a time during combat operations. The Angraal however is rumored to be undergoing upgrades to support an additional mobile frame squad during combat as well as additional defenses despite concerns on impacts to the ships overall speed.

Kobold frigates, based on the general purpose tug of the same name, are a slapdash, minimal cost answer to Colonial Espatier needs throughout the transit gate network. Kobolds are often present en masse around gates and space colonies, and are relatively cheap and easy enough to acquire that the local megacorp losing a few to stand up the local espatier chapter is of neglectable impact in exchange for the security provided. The two kobold examples provided are the Sylph, a missile boat, and the Salameid, a gun boat. Almost completely unarmored the kobold frigates rely on speed and distance, much like the Fisher King, to avoid enemy fire, although at least the Salameid is equipped with 4x PDGs for anti-frame defense.

[anhay-hootenheimer]

The chance to find kobolds living in your basement after not having been down there for a while are low, but never zero.

Signs indicating that kobolds have moved in:

- Shed scales that are too big to be from normal wildlife but too large to be from dragons

- Empty containers\drawers and stored furniture are filled with moss (no one knows why kobolds do this)

- All reflective, glittering and shiny objects are neatly piled into one corner of the room

- Mysterious appearance of tunnels linking the basement to neighboring houses basements

- Carpets may have bitemarks in them

- Strange shuffling noises and high pitched barklike noises at night

- If you had a bug or rat infestation, it suddenly disappears seemingly over night

If you suspect that you have kobolds but are not sure, I suggest you put down a plate with hot dino nuggies near the basement entrance and hide somewhere nearby, normally the smell is irresistable enough that they quickly move to snatch them up.

What to do if you have confirmed there are kobolda in your basement:

- make each other friendship bracelets

- come to a mutual agreement where the kobokds do menial tasks around the place while you are at work in exchange for dino nuggies

- play video games together? (kobolds go crazy for minecraft)

[senshis-tenshi]

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[purpletyrant]

They move in a hobbling line, coarse hoods drawn up to their horns. Even in the shade, they all look identical. Their movements perfectly mirror one another, and only by their shadows can she be certain that they are not one person. Orchidee watches them bob in a slow procession to the dark hutch, with its windows all obscured by thick growths of vine. Eubora follows the direction of her stare. “The Eunomiads,” he says - as if this answers everything. “The reason you’re permitted to be here. Don’t stare. It’s rude.” Orchidee blinks. “Are they sisters?” Eubora gives her a withering look. “You’ve not retained your studies.” It’s true that in the weeks before their departure, Eubora lectured Orchidee persistently on the history and politics of the village they’d call home for the next year. The trade language spoken in that region, their traditions and etiquette, and yes, the leadership responsible for the settlement’s isolation – all of it was taught to her in hours of insufferable study. He did not even permit her respite on the final journey. At some point, the brown and green blur of trees out the carriage window became far more interesting than Eubora’s voice. The Eunomiads vanish into their home, and Orchidee stares at the door after it shuts. Eubora lifts the silver handle of his cane and gently nudges her gaze in a different direction.

Kobolds have five sexes – and the fifth is exceptionally rare. Initially hatched from normal eggs of the other sexes, this sex is self-reproducing and will result in a lineage of clones. Kobold legend holds this sex as infallible, and as a result they are the ruling class of any settlement with a kobold majority. It’s expected that successive generations will take over other settlements or found their own partnering communities, but the leaders of Cybele’s village have hunkered down into a codependent pod of miserly and suspicious old women. As a trio, they are known as “The Eunomiads.” In recent years, the Eunomiads have expelled non-kobolds from the community and shut it off from its neighbors. The result is a village that is failing to subsist. With death and hunger on their doorstep, Cybele’s sister Gwydion is one daring member who has successfully fled. Why are the Eunomiads doing this? One of them is experiencing prophetic dreams of the forest’s destruction, a “White Death” that will sweep over them if they do not fortify themselves. Eubora and Orchidee are brought in to keep the village from collapsing, with its former allies arranging diplomatically for the unicorns to be accepted. Because Cybele’s family has already been deemed “tainted” by outside influence due to Gwydion’s escape, they are tasked with taking in and caring for the guests from Lafossa.

^^^ pasted all that shit from deerword lore doc 👍 i wrote the prose off the dome, so its not part of anything longer. i wanted these three to embody the three witches trope... two of their poses are actually referenced from artwork of baba yaga, lol

[redeemers-and-dragons]

Redeemers: Greenest in Flames! Part 4

Temple Bell: RING. RING. RING.

Narration: The Temple of Chauntea is a large square building, made of fieldstone with a peaked slate roof. One of its two bell towers rings, catching a gleam of moonlight every swing, a cry for help. Several groups of masked men and kobolds surround the building, seeking to force their way in, or force the trapped townsfolk out. Jaune and Adam peer over the cobble stone wall that borders the sacred grounds to the south.

Jaune: *Holds onto his holy symbol, stemming his anger at the sight of a religious sanctuary being flagrantly defiled this way.* …What’s the count?

Adam: Two gray masks and six kobolds at the back door. Looks like they’re trying to start a fire.

Neon: *Slinks her way to their sides from the left.* I also got two gray masks and six kobolds with a battering ram at the front doors. There is also a really creepy guy with a white mask. Looks like the boss.

May: *Drops down from a tree from behind them* I also count a wandering parade of three gray masks, ten kobolds, and two guard drakes. Should be coming around the corner… now.

Narration: *On May’s que, a trio of men in masks slowly lead a procession of chanting kobolds, all either stomping their clawed feet and spears or banging their shields with their fists and blades. On either side of the line of kobolds prowls two dog-like reptile creatures that snap, growl, and foam at the mouth, wanting to tear apart anything that even looks their way.*

Gray Mask: *Beating a hand drum.* Do not be fooled by your false idols! Their promises cannot protect you anymore than these doors can. Only the Dragon Queen can spare you now…

Kobolds: Break. To. Bits! Burn. To. Ash! Break. To. Bits…!

The Party: *They watch as the procession turns the corner again, taking their chants of violence with them.*

Adam: Outnumbered 8 to 1. You don’t need to be a seasoned general to know those are unfavorable odds.

May: We just need to get the civilians out. By my calculations they’ll circle the church every eight minutes. That’d be a four minute window at best before the rest discover us attacking one side.

Neon: Well we better attack quickly, because I’m not totally confident in that front door holding for long.

Jaune: *He studies the group of invaders at the back piling hay and dried grass at the bottom of the heavy wooden door, thick smoke rising to the night sky* Alright, then here’s the plan…

~O~O~O~O~O~

Narration: *Caught up in their task of tending to the fire by the back door, many of the kobolds failed to notice the elementally charged crossbow bolt that zipped past them, striking the tinder pile. The resulting explosion sent a shower of burning debris into the air, accompanied by a thick cloud of blinding smoke that engulfed the area, leaving the kobolds and masked men disoriented and struggling to breathe.*

Gray Mask #1: *Cough! Cough* What the hell?

Adam: *Charges in from out of nowhere, shoulder checking the masked man flying straight into the wall of the temple so hard, you’d swear he cracked the stone.*

Gray Mask #2: *Coughs as she draws her hand crossbow on Adam, but has it immediately knocked out of her hand by a nun-chuck.*

Neon: *Spins her nun chuck and hits the Gray Mask right in the jaw, knocking her mask off, then immediately roundhouse kicks a kobold.*

Jaune: *Charges in and shield bashes a kobold then raises it against the spear of a different one, fending the kobolds off until the masks are dealt with.*

Gray Mask #1: *Coughs blood as he stumbles back to his feet, raising a poisoned dagger. Before he can strike, a crossbow bolt nails his arm to the wall. Before he can yell in pain, Adam knocks his head against the wall again, causing him to slump.*

Adam: *Grunts and wields his massive great sword in two hands and slashes through two kobolds in one swipe.*

Gray Mask #2: *Draws a hand ax and swings at Neon*

Neon: *Catches the arm and judo throws the woman over her shoulder*

May: *Runs up and hits the woman with the butt of her great crossbow, knocking her out.*

Jaune: *Gets stabbed in the arm by a kobold’s spear. He uses his sword to cut the spear in half and kicks the kobold back into the squad.* SLEEP! 

Kobolds: *The kobolds scramble to get back on their feet, but the spell has been done. Jaune points his sword at them, commanding them to sleep. Almost instantly, the kobolds start to drool and yawn, falling into a deep slumber before they even make it on their feet again.*

Jaune: *He can barely take a single breath before he orders the team back into action. There just wasn’t any time to waste now.* Adam, get the door.

Adam: *Nods before thrusting the tip of his great sword along the hinges of the thick wooden door. With a show of effort, the minotaur managed to pry the door out of the doorway, causing an uproar of screams and cries of terror from inside.*

Woman: They broke in!

Man: Get the women and children away from the door!

Jaune: *Runs in, weapon holstered and holding up his Talisman of Boldrei.* It’s okay! We won’t hurt you!

Preacher: *Signs a religious symbol in praise.* Oh thank Chanteau, a paladin! Are you here to rescue us?

Jaune: Yes. But we have to go, now! We’re going to the keep! Come on!

Narration: *The preacher urges the rest of the people in the temple to follow Jaune outside, and they obey as quickly as they can. Unfortunately, there were quite a few elderly and injured people amongst the crowd, making evacuation very time consuming. The front door began splintering and cracking under the battering of the invaders, and the chanting of the procession was coming closer towards the back of the temple.*

May: *Peering around the corner at the oncoming mob of hostiles. She dips back and grabs the discarded mask from the ground and a black coat from the unconscious woman, putting them both on.* Contingency time. You think you can out run a couple of drake hounds?

Neon: Please, leading things that want a taste of me on a chase is, like, my specialty. *Takes a quick moment to stretch her legs.*

Narration: *Just as the large group of masked men and kobolds were halfway to the back of the church, they were suddenly halted by the sight of a tabaxi sprinting across their path, and then jumped right on top of the stone wall surrounding the church* Wow! Didn’t know the Ugly Parade was in town! *Laughs and winks as she drops down out of view on the other side*

May: *Limps out in her disguise, bloodied and holding herself up against the side of the temple. She points to where Neon had run off to* What are you doing?! STOP HER! *Crumples down to her knee*

Narration: *Without waiting for an answer, there was a loud roar and the pair of drake hounds burst forth and bound over the stone wall after their prey, followed by the mob of kobolds that were excited for a hunt, and lastly followed by two of the gray masks giving orders to give chase. All that was left was one Gray Mask that rushed to May’s side.*

Gray Mask: *Helping May to her feet* What happened? How did they…? *Anyone could recognize the moment of realization in the man’s eyes even through his scaled mask. It was the very moment he saw the stream of villagers escaping through the back of the church, and also the second before May slit his throat with a knife.*

May: *Covers the man’s mouth with one hand, and wraps an arm around his waist to pull him back around the corner with her before any of the other’s saw. She leaned him up against the wall before taking off her mask and helping with the evacuation.*

Adam: *As the invaders were making headway on the front doors of the temple, he would lift up entire pews and stack them right in front of it to slow them down.* We don’t have much time, Knight!

Jaune: *Ushering an old lady out* This is the last of them! We can-

Narration: *The front doors of the temple managed to be broken open with a loud crash, allowing a man in a White Mask to push his way in, along with a couple kobolds following in behind*

White Mask: You dare stand against the might of the Dragon Queen?! Infidels!!

Adam: *Hefts his great sword* I’ve been called worse.

Jaune: *Draws his long sword* You defile sacred grounds. Drop your weapon or redemption will be out of your grasp.

White Mask: *Draws a large dagger shaped like a jagged icicle* The only thing I wish to grasp is your frozen heart! *Swings his blade, sending a magical spike of ice towards Adam*

Adam: *Tries to duck out of the way, but his large frame was an easy target. The icicle sunk into his shoulder, then shattered into crystalized fragments that rained onto Jaune before he could raise his shield.* GAH!

White Mask: *Smirks* Can’t handle a little bit of ice-?

Jaune: *Channels Divinity* Rebuke the Violent!

White Mask: Huh-? *Before the man had a chance to respond, a brilliant, radiant light emanated from Adam's wounded arm, and gleamed onto White Mask's own arm, aligning perfectly with the spot where the spell had struck. In an instant, the masked man's arm erupted into a blinding explosion of searing, radiant burns.* GAAAH!!!

Adam: *Roars at the top of his lung and charges forward, dragging his great sword into an uppercut that slashes right through the middle of the White Mask and sends him flying up towards the ceiling before landing in a bloody heap on the pile of pews by the door. This sight alone was enough to send the kobolds retreating right back through the front entrance.*

Jaune: *Runs to Adam’s side* Adam! Are you ok?

Adam: *Looks down at his frostbitten and badly slashed arm* Heal it later. We have to move.

Jaune: *Still looks worried but nods as the two of them rush out the back*

~O~O~O~O~O~

Narration: *It took a few minutes for Jaune and Adam to catch back up with the refugees, now hiding by the river with May.*

May: *Looks at Adam’s arm* Shit, what happened to you?

Adam: It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine.

Jaune: *Sighs* We’ll heal it later, right now-

Narration: *All of a sudden the sound of rustling bushes came from behind them, causing all three adventurers to turn their weapons on the source.*

Neon: *Limping out* Jeez, not even a hello for your favorite girl?

Jaune: Neon! Did you get hurt?!

Neon: No big whoop. Guess those ugly lizard dogs were a little faster than I thought, but I gave them a few good kicks and then the slip. We get everyone?

May: *Nods* Yes. We managed to get everyone out, and then some. *She gestures to a pair of townspeople keeping a hold on the once masked woman they had knocked out in the initial fight, now trying to curse through a gag and pulling at the ropes that bind her hands.*

Adam: You took a prisoner.

Neon: The heck you bring her along for?

May: I figured it was time for us to start getting some answers. This group is clearly well organized and highly motivated by some sort of cause - it's imperative that we know who we are dealing with.

Jaune: *Takes a moment to take in this new development.* May is right. We are not dealing with regular raiders here. When we get back to the keep, we need to interrogate her for whatever information we can get.

Neon: Well, Detective. Who’s gonna play Good Cop and Bad Cop?

[jaesmart]

Cursed Relics Day 3: Wings. 🪽 Kobold Scale Sorcerers are kobolds blessed with an innate aptitude for arcane magic. They’re often appointed as diplomats or envoys for dragons, tasked with gathering intelligence, issuing orders, and delegating tasks to other kobolds in the dragon’s lair. The wings they wear to signal their status are artificial, but occasionally the gifted scraps of dragon scale they graft into the fabric have unintended, chaotic magical effects…

Challenge created by @albabbgg

[jainaism]

SPOIERS PTR 11.0.7

Kalecgos's hypothesis that Dalaran's debris interferes with long-range teleportation seems correct. Mage portals have appeared along the shore, but no one has stepped through them. There are likely mages trapped within the portals. Or, something mana hungry--like felhunters--may be being lured here by the release of Dalaran's power. We must investigate. Mages of the Kirin Tor may be in danger. The felhunters are an acceptable risk. Let us not waste anymore time.

Kalecgos says: Have you spoken to Aethas at the outpost? Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Not yet. I thought I was ready to see Dalaran's ruins again, but I arrived and just... froze. Kalecgos says: That's... understandable. Come, we'll go together.The two head out.

Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Grief heals slowly, Aethas. Be patient, and more will answer your missives in time. Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: And as quickly as she arrived, she is gone. Kalecgos says: Don't be so hard on her, Aethas. She is not taking this as well as it would appear. Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: I know. I just was hoping to get her help with "arrangements" since she had been here when Dalaran fell.

A few mages have come but… I expected more to act on Aethas's call to action. But perhaps that was wishful thinking. We need more help despite what you and Kalecgos did at Mourning Rise. Aside from Kel'Thuzad's pendant, the kobolds' plunder was middling-powered artifacts. Meanwhile, there have been reports of powerful magical objects filtering through Azj-Kahet, meaning the nerubians must have scavenged Dalaran's crash first! We must find these artifacts before they are used against us.

A mana bomb. This os a worst-case scenario. And we only have ourselves to blame

This is exactly what I had feared. Thalen Songweaver's notes on the mana bomb he devised to devastate Theramore were under guard in Dalaran. Few knew of this. I argued they should be destroyed. But others argued if such a bomb was again created, we would need them to disarm it. And now those notes are both the problem and the solution. Thankfully, I have read these notes. I will walk you through disarming the mana bomb.

Distangle the bomb's power sources while I suppress it. We cannot allow the mana bomb to detonate! Realign the mana bomb's matrix!

The larger threat has been contained, but I believe there are still other artifacts important to our legacy--good and bad--here in Azj-Kahet. While they are still dangerous, their knowledge may benefit us in the long run. And, we must not allow the nerubians to profit from what they and Xal'atath did to Dalaran. Leave no dark corners here in the Breathing Pit unexplored.

 Some of the relics the nerubians now possess were housed in carefully-designed containment vaults on Dalaran. That is how dangerous and powerful they are. With those vaults gone, the only course of action we can take is to destroy them. In hindsight, it seems a grave mistake to have gathered so many powerful artifacts in one place--even if that place was Dalaran. I would trust no one else with this task. Find and destroy those artifacts.

This bomb should not have been built. Kirin Tor leadership is to blame. But we are all complicit and must atone for it. I will dispose of the bomb. Destroy the other artifacts and meet me in the Tranquil Strand  More mages have arrived in our absence. That is… heartening to see.

Kalecgos says: Everyone brought a memento of someone we lost to commit to the ocean. Upon placing the Shattered Dalaran Crystals Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: As we send them off, we let go of the past to face the future and become stronger. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: We must acknowledge our past errors and correct our course. Archmage Khadgar says: No matter how painful, we must embrace change as we honor those we have lost.

[lowlevelkoboldadventures]

Do you have any stories or records of non-kobolds treating kobolds very nicely? Could really use some today... yip...

Let’s see, I did some digging through my records, here’s what I could find!

I have accounts of one town where a dragon offered a portion of its own hoard to the local village to throw a hatch-day parade party for their kobold! The village accepted, and the festivities were so wonderful and the kobold so kind that it became a yearly tradition of the town’s people to celebrate that kobold’s hatch day every year (anyone who thinks kobolds are evil creatures by default has obviously never seen one celebrating their hatch day)

Another tells of a time a dragon’s largest most prized gem was stolen, but when the jewel was returned to the thieves’ stash, it hatched, and a baby kobold emerged! They bundled the hatchling up in the nearest blanket, set off, and returned it to the dragon. The dragon was still ready to burn the thieves’ hideout to cinders regardless, but to the dragon’s surprise —as well as the surprise of the thieves upon returning to their stash— THEIR largest and most prized gem had been stolen by the hatchling, hidden away in its blanket while being bundled up. If you ever hear of the thieves guild that pays homage to a kobold hatchling to increase their luck, that’s them!

And for the final story, I’d like to share about a very renowned gnome jeweler! Gnomes, for those who didn’t know, have a history with a lot of bad blood with kobolds, starting all the way back with two of our oldest deities. Tensions have mostly been resolved (like, we’re both short statured folk who tinker and like shiny things! There’s a LOT of common ground!) but this story comes from a time where gnomes and kobolds did not get along, not even slightly.

There was once a fledgling gnome jeweler who, despite the reputation of gnomes, did not have much success when it came to craft. She mostly worked with humans who couldn’t tell the difference, but one day, got commissioned by a mysterious group of short cloaked strangers for the largest order she had ever been tasked with. She worked her hardest to complete the order, but due to the massive amount of jewelry requested, corners had to be cut in order to complete it on time. She was terrified; these were pieces that even a human would be able to tell were NOT that high quality. But when she shakily handed them to her patrons, they began… eating them??? Their hoods fell, and before her were at least 15 kobolds! The kobolds all looked at her with happy faces and placed another order for more of the same. She laughed and laughed (gnomes are very commonly fond of good humor), and she has since become quite popular with kobolds for good shiny hand-crafted eats!

I just picked the top three I could find right away, so there’s plenty more if you’d like extra! I hope these make your day better friend!!! Yip!!! ✨💖✨