Not a Smart Idea
Onol paused as he strode through the forest. Something was not quite right in these woods.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the birds were still chirping awa annoyingly, nothing was ominously quiet, so what was wrong? Onol got his answer with a shrill cry of the creature he was most easily annoyed by in the world:
kobolds.Yeling gibberish, they sprang at him with naught but their fists and feet as weapons.
So they intend to wrestle me to death, Onol thought with a grin.
This should be fun. Onol casually swung his pick forward, right into the stomach of a leaping kobold, who immediately started spewing vomit all over the forest floor. Ignoring the other kobolds ineffectually hammering away at him with their fists, Onol leaned close to the trembling kobold, and quietly said, "Boo." With that, it fell over unconcious and it's head was quickly perforated by his pick. He turned to start on the other two, only to see but one remaining.
With a sigh, he decided that it wasn't worth it to kill this one. He took the wimpering kobold's arms and wrapped them around his own almost gently. Then he twisted and every joint in the kobold's arms broke. Leaving the kobold sobbing in a pool of blood, Onol strode on.
Sorry this update was waiting, folks, but family stuff.