Yeah, throwing is always a good idea as an adventurer. Unfortunately, that cave was empty. Also, if you could, I'd like to see your drawing of a young, storm-tossed kobold stranded far from home with naught but a spear, a backpack, and his clothes.
Knowing he should probably find something to eat, Deebus left the burrow and set out looking for animals. After about half an hour going northeast, though, he found the snow abruptly ended, and the land began sloping up. Curious, he crept up the slope some ways. The ground seemed to have green grass, and that was a good sign. Maybe this was the way home?
Suddenly, a big red thing splattered right at his feet. Looking down, he saw a pool of red, mucus-like ooze. Soon, more began to splat around him and a horrid smell began to fill the air.
Back in the cave, they had heard legends of the mountains. The great stacks of rock, rising up to the clouds. The mountains where horrid mucus rained on the foothills. The mountains where We Must Never Go. A big glob of red slapped into his back. Deebus dashed back to the snow, leaping into the banks and rolling until all the horrible red slime was cleaned off; the stories warned of its ill effects. After dusting the snow out of his tunic, Deebus looked back at the slope and a thought occurred. No one back home knew what direction the mountains were from the Distinct Sweetness. To get back home, he may just have to cross the mountains.
Deebus wandered back into snowy plain. He was surprised to reach the entrance to the burrow so soon, but he was feeling more and more the need to get out of the cold. Climbing down into the hole, though, something didn't seem right.
Deebus almost panicked and bolted for it, but then he realized that the voracious cave crawler hadn't seen him yet. He was just about to creep back out when his stomach growled again. That draltha heart wouldn't last very long, and he had
already killed something bigger than him once that day. He had rather liked cave crawler meat when he'd had it once, long ago. Maybe fortune would favor him again that day...
The Voracious Cave Crawler Damse woke suddenly as Deebus approached from behind, rearing up and showing it's rows upon rows of razor-like teeth. Deebus was nearly paralyzed with terror, but enough of his bravado remained to roll out of the way when the beast slammed its mouth down. Before it could recover, he jammed the spear into it's tail, lodging it firmly into Damse's side. Damse spun around and chomped down on Deebus in the arm, causing him to fall over. As Damse reared up to prepare the death blow, Deebus saw his chance and knew it would be the only one. The horrible mouth came speeding towards him. Deebus lifted his spear.
Realizing he wan't dead, Deebus opened his eyes. The first thing they saw was rows upon rows of razor-like teeth. The second thing they saw was the shaft of the spear disappearing into the top of the mouth, with dark, almost black blood beginning to pour and pool. He crawled out from under the corpse and freed his spear. Using the side of the spearhead, he began to messily hack pieces off the carcass. Deebus was