The Whimsical Jungle of Bones
Steal, Kobold, Steal.A pleasant breeze blew over the kobold reserve of Treegift. The camp had expanded of late under the caretaking of the elves who had began it. Around a campfire sat the newest clutches of kobold pups with the old Historian that none knew as anything but Chungotlus. His long mustache shook with each of his snores.
One kobold finds the battlefield,
looks upon the dead,
sells their armor,
now he's selling gold.
-Written in 179 by Valk, Kobold Songwriter
"I say we just wake him," muttered a particularly rotund pup as he hefted a stick.
"No, then he won't tell us a story!"
"A story?" came the croaked voice of the Elder Historian as one pale, cataract-filled eye flickered open. "Yes... It is best you learn of our past... Before the elves and before the reserves. Back when we lived like kobolds. I will tell you the story of Tadlotlindrirajer Dushimus.
Welcome to a brand new Kobold Camp adventure! Put away your dreams of a beautiful mountain home filled with wondrous creations and embrace the thrill of living in fear! Though this is just starting up, I've done a similar play in the past and hope that I can keep it organized, interesting, and Fun.
We are embarking deep in the forest, a savage wild that will surely keep the kobolds on their toes. If you are interested in being bolded, feel free to click on the Kobold Camp Spreadsheet
and choose out a kobold! If there are no open kobolds, just click on the 'Future Kobolds' Sheet and fill in some info!Kobold Camp Spreadsheet