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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>Absolutely awesome story about absolutely awesome kobold!</STRONG>
Wow, thanks! 
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>Edit: O, and I would like to bring your attention to the fact that the God of Blood bows at your feet.</STRONG>
That's something I honestly never expected to see. :p
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Fale Walked into the center of town, and tossed the ettins head on the ground for all to see. Unfortunately, most of the town was asleep, but those who were awake saw, and they would spread the word. They began clapping, and even the guards clapped, aside from one. A strip of rope reed cloth drifted down from the top of the bar, and Fale, still feeling strange due to the missing eye, tied it into a bandanna, covering that one eye. A nearby swordsman spoke to Fale, "You have ridden us of that ettin curse, no longer will our villagers be drawn away, never to be seen again. No longer will we be attacked by hiddeous beasts at night! All thanks to our kobold visitor, ... erm, who are you again?" Fale replied, "I'z Fale Siegedriven!" The swordsman replied, "I never thought I'd see a kobold amount to anything more than filth. You've proved me wrong. Many of our town have tried to kill the ettin before, and you, a kobold, are the first to succeed." The swordsman smiled, "Congratulations, ally!" Fale raised her ears and smiled back at the swordsman. Those who werent asleep were discussing Fale, and some wrote this event down to paper. Fale grinned and looked around the town. She had little business in the town other than to show the results of her efforts in the cave, and had little intention of staying there. The humans may be worth earning respect from after all, but this is a secondary goal. Fales primary goal was to exact revenge on the dwarves, and killing the skeleton tyrant, killing the ettin, were all in preparation for this. Fale realized, so what if she wasn't an elite, if she didn't have the best sword. She just got done taking down a town menace. She was ready to take down the menace of her life. Fale spoke to the swordsman, "Thanksey! I'z only here to show da head, I'z a gotta go now, bye!" The swordsman replied, "Goodbye, and good luck!" Fale walked out of town, serfs and guards waving at her. she looked at the map. There were holes in the mountain just to the northwest. She proceeded into the wilderness once again, the town and the moon behind her. Day rose, Fale saw a river in the distance as she crossed the area of the ettins cave once more. Fale saw some trees, and glimpsed the mountain just behind them, directly to the north. She changed direction, walking directly towards the mountains.
Fale walked into the forest, and night fell. She exited into the swamps once more. Ascending into a treed area, she heard a rustling, and a growl. A reptilian beast stood off to her side, staring at her, mouth wide open.
Fale drew her sword as it approached, hungry for kobold flesh. Fale walked up to it. Fale had a similar event in mind as the reptilian beast, but one detail was a bit different...
I've already been promoted, and now I can have food ON the job.
Fale brought her sword down across its lower body, hitting a gap betwen scales and sinking in the blade. The beasts innards were badly cut up and its lower spine broken. The alligator fell over from the blow, and snapped at Fale, causing her to jump out of the way. Shot after shot glanced away, the beast snapped at her again, but fale jumped away, landing to its side. More shots glanced away, occasionally one doing some damage. The repetitive blows caused the beast to fall unconscious due to pain.ng at it, dismembering its right rear leg, mangling other parts, severing its left rear foot, and slashing its throat, the swipe continuing up the neck and punching into the braincase. Fale stood back and let it bleed out.
The alligator has bled to death.
Looking behind her, she spotted another alligator in the distance, looking at her, with the same intent in mind as the first. She walked toward it. It snapped at her, and missed. She slashed its upper body, piercing into it and slicing its liver and upper spine. She attacked as it ran at her, cutting its right rear leg, and jumping out of the way just in time to avoid getting bitten. Fale turned to face the beast, and thrusted at it, breaking a hole into its upper body, She pierced its right lung and thrust right through its heart, the beasts upper spine stopping it, painfully. The beast growled and Fale pulled her sword out easily, since it had not stuck. wound, the beast snapped at Fale again, missing yet again, but allowing Fale to land a glancing blow before it fell over, gicing in to pain. Fale stepped back, and stood in a fighting stance. She grinned and saw her less-clumsy stance, sword properly in her hand. She was getting the hang of this.
The alligator has bled to death.
Fale smiled. She had remembered the incident with the jaguar while setting up a cooking area, and was more successful. That day she had roast -alligator meat- for lunch.
Fale continued northwards through the swamps. Several peaceful hours had passed. But, there was a few splashes and a certain growl. Yet another reptilian beast. Fale smiled, and licked her lips. She stood, sword drawn, in a fighting stance, letting the beast approach her. It walked directly to her, mouth open the whole way, and when it closed within range, Fale slashed at it. The beast closed for a bite, but Fale brought her sword down right into its neck. The beasts neck was broken, its throat parted from its body, but, in a blind determination generally exclusive to reptiles, continued anyway, biting Fale in the lower body. Fale yelled as it sank its teeth in, but apart from some bleeding and a bit of bruising to the spine, took little damage from it. It couldn't latch on, despite trying. Fale tried to pull her sword back, but found it had become stuck in the beasts neck. She pulled with all of her weight, but lost hold of it, stumbling backwards.
With enormous determination, the beast, despite a broken neck and no throat to speak of, a sword impaled in it, slowly dragged itself after Fale as she backed off. Eventually...
The alligator gives into pain.
The alligator has bled to death.
Fale walked to the corpse, put her foot on its head, and yanked the sword with all of her strength. It took three tries, but she managed to finally dislodge it. Another meal of tasty -alligator meat-!
After eating, Fale continued northward. She passed a gorilla, and snickered to herself as she noted the resemblence between it and the more disrespectful guards. Fale was walkung uphill, and found a river. She walked alongside it, and continued northward. Walking towards the site indicated on the map, she saw some ruins through the trees, a fortress behind them. The design of those ruins seemed odd. The buildings were short, made by short people, made by dwarves.
She walked through the ruins. Bits of workshop were scattered about, workshops burnt to the ground. The entire place had been ransacked mercilessly, and dried blood was spattered against the remnants of the buildings. Fale looked around, and walked up to the torched remnants of a fishery. She saw virtually nothing was left, and kicked at a table. The charred XX-willow table-XX collapsed into rubble.
Stupid violent dwarves, I bet they wiped themselves out in a wave of tantrums! This carnage was SUPPOSED to be of my doing!
Fale sighed.
Maybe someone else has already made the dwarves pay for their vile crimes.
She continued north, and found herself facing the fortress. She was presented with a smooth wall, covered in dwarven blood. She entered the tunnel going into the mountain, and passed up a ramp. Nobody was here. There were no bodys, just the occasional splattering of blood. She found osme coinage on the ground, and picked it up. Fale found another stack of coins on the floor. She walked over and grabbed it, putting that in her backpack too. She heard snickering and laughter as she picked up the coins. A small, green creature took her by surprise as she dealt with the coins, and attacked. Fale jumped and yelled, startled by the sight of this creature in these bleak tunnels. She saw red, glowing eyes and a grin in the darkness behind. She saw it move, a bit.
Ka-KLUNK
Doors slammed shut in the distance, and fluids moved. Fale felt a sense of gloom descend upon her again. She grunted and hacked at the being. She hit it in the upper body, and clove it asunder on the second hit. Its blood spilled, and it never moved again. Another one! It made a high pitched giggle. Are these children attacking her? Fale walked, it walked up to her and threw a punch, hitting Fale right on the joint, spraining her left shoulder. Fale hacked at it. Her sword punched into its head, breaking its neck and nose, mangling its ear, and dislodging both eyes, but lodging itself in in their place. The creature fell over, unconscious, and fale split its face by twisting the sword in the wound. A third, a third child.
What kind of race sends their children into battle first? It looks like dwarves have some competition on the evil-scale.
Fale spoke, pulling her sword out, "Whyya tell kid ta fight me? Baddies! Showy up!" Fale heard a laugh from a corridor, out of her view, "Hahahaha, dwarven mother used her baby as a meat shield. We goblins slit her throat, made the baby drink her blood, then slit the babys throat. Kids make great fodder!"
Ok, so we have evil... and evil... lets fight evil!
Fale kept hacking at the unconscious goblin child. She sent a leg flying and mangled a left upper arm as the goblin child bled to death. The goblin in the corridor continued, the sound of moving fluids and burning in the background, "Dwarven lava machine give warm welcome to immigrants! Dwarven lava machine give warm welcome to nobles! Dwarven lava machine give warm welcome to goblins..." the voice laughed, "Dwarven lava machine give warm good-bye... to dwarves! Dumb dwarves make a fortress into a volcano! HAHAHAHA!" The next goblin child attacked, blindly following its parents orders, and Fale slashed at it. Three hits in, and a hand had been dismembered, the fourth splitting the child in two.
The goblin in the corridor spoke, "Smart goblins found a secret entrance, found the lever, turned off Dwarven Lava Machine. Goblins killed all the rest of the dwarves, one by one." The goblin grinned, and continued, "Would you like a tour of the shooting gallery, where the crossbowdwarves used your kind as fodder, before we enjoy breaking every bone in your body and sinking a bolt into every joint?" Fale was filled with anger, and yelled, "No thanksey!"
I'll be walking out of this with a <<goblin>>!
A fourth goblin child! Fale yelled in fury and brought her sword down below its shameless, grinning face, and stabbed it in the chest, piercing through its heart and cutting its upper spine as the sword was stopped. Fale easily pulled the blade out, and walked away. The child threw a punch at Fale as she turned,blind to its wounds, missing, but Fale spun around and laid her blade into the goblin childs chest.
It is cloven asunder!
The goblin Child is propelled away by the force of the blow!
The goblin Child slams into the goblin!
Arstruk Baxkuda, goblin Child has been struck down.
This goblin adult standing on the stairwell was the goblin speaking. The goblins menacing grin turned into an angry snarl as it wiped the blood of its own kind off of its face. Fale growled and snarled, running up to the goblin, blade ready. Fale brought the blade down on the goblins left lower arm, gashing it badly, and rammed the blade into its upper body. With the strength provided by adrenaline, Fale catapulted the Goblin back in an arc, ripping its chest apart. Gripping the hilt of her sword firmly, Fale walked up to the wall. By the wall was a finely made lever, with various engravings of enemies and items melting on the wall behind it. Acting out of anger, Fale kicked the lever. The lever shifted, then broke.
Ka-KLUNK-UNK-UNK-unk-unk-unk
A sense of dread fell right onto Fale. She looked down at the active, broken lever. What she had done was irreversable. There was a deep gurgling sound.
sss-sssSSSSSSSS!
There was a crackling and sizzling sound, and the corridors downward turned a hue of blood red. Fale looked in horror. The corridors turned bright red in front, yellow in deep. Fale stepped back, quicker and quicker. Magma was rising in the corridors. It began rising, faster and faster. Fale turned and ran desperately.
There was an evil laugh. TWANG!
The flying iron arrow strikes You in the lower body!
It is broken!
Your stomach has been pierced!
Your spleen has been mangled!
Your right kidney has been badly pierced!
Fale nearly fell over, but the sight of the rising magma made her keep running. She could feel her shredded flesh and bones grinding, blood spurting out of the wound. Fale yelled and forced herself to run as fast as koboldly possible. In the back of Fales mind, she began to feel sympathy for the kings dead child, in a way. Getting shot in the gut hurts, a lot. Fale ran around blindly, desperately avoiding the archer. The pain proved too much, and she collapsed. Luckily, she hadn't remained out for long, when she came to, the scent of fried goblin was in the air. Her fur was nearly burning, the heat added to her pain. The magma had nearly reached her, and it was still going. Fale immediately hopped to her feet, and ran town the corridor, sideways to the flow, the magma spattering all around her, and found her original path in. She took this path out. Red flaming death persued as she made her escape as fast as her legs would carry her. She took a corner right, and turned left, temporarily forgetting about her disfigured spleen. She leapt down the ramp, and upon landing, remembered it. Pain shot through her and she almost blacked out. Shaking, she forced herself to continue on. She ran to the bottom of the hill, near the old workshops, and stopped. She turned around slowly, and watched as the former fortress erupted as if it were a volcano, spilling lava all over the hillside. The arrow had never become firmly lodged, so Fale removed it immediately, stifling a yell as she did so. She placed her hand over the wound, and walked south at a higher than normal rate, the landscape glowing and bubbling behind her, the lava slowly expanding out. She looked at the arrow. the arrowhead was crude, rusty iron, barbed and spiked to increase shredding damage. Typical goblin design. Fale coughed and thought about what had happened, grinning and snickering.
I bet the fact that I actually RUN from things like magma and fire makes me smarter than the average dwarf.
It was better than nothing, for laughter was the only medicine Fale had.
[ October 13, 2007: Message edited by: AlanL ]
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