Crafty Kobolds gain a +2 racial bonus on Craft (traps), Perception, and Profession (miner) checks. Craft (traps) and Stealth are always class skills for a kobold.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Kobold Cryomania +1 to the save DC of all cold spells you cast.
Light Sensitivity (Ex) Dazzled as long as remain in bright light.
Paranoid Aid Another DC 15 for attempts to help you.
Trait: Indentured Servant +1 Reflex Save, +2 Trait Bonus on PER, SM, and Initiative vs higher ranked GMC employees.
Background:
As one would imagine, being a white-scale kobold born into a black-scale family, Brimble was fated to face difficulties. Aside from his embarrassing pigmentation, he just wasn’t normal. Unlike other kobold, he didn’t trap and torment weaker creatures. He didn’t nurse grudges, hate without cause, or ambush others for fun and profit. And when fighting became necessary, he even chose to fight mostly fair… In short, he was a bad seed and a terrible role-model. Naturally, he was banished from his clan at the first opportunity, lest he compromise their reputation even further or worse - breed.
Thus began Brimble’s foray into professional mining among the ‘talls’. His reception by the other races was little better than what he got from kobolds BUT the GMC (to their slight credit) had more liberal (i.e. profitable) policies regarding ‘exotic’ laborers. They somewhat protected their labor force… because coin is their only king. As Brimble had no better options and enjoyed that modicum of protection, he contracted with GMC. Having more than a touch of naivete and no experience with legal matters, Brimble signed on the dotted line… not realizing the GMC-pitched ‘generous contract’ actually indentured him for 5 years.
The last four and a half years spent scrabbling to survive the hazards of the Dawnspear, Heartford, and Feldspar mines have educated and jaded the little kobold. Ironically, it also brought out his one distinctly kobold personality trait… a desire to avenge himself on anyone that has wronged him, including (but not limited to) the GMC administration, some of his black-scale cousins, select mine foremen, the old man who set his dog on Brimble every time he passed by, barristers, and any lying sack-of-s@&* agents of the company.
But his time with GMC hasn’t been all bad. Brimble didn’t know anything about the strange metallic talisman he found in the Feldspar mines. It fascinated him and he was tempted to pocket it for himself especially after the disaster killed all the other miners. Maybe it was just superstition but he felt like it was the lucky charm that kept him alive. He reluctantly turned it over to the GMC – per his contract – despite its appeal. A deal was a deal, after all. Still, he studied it enough so that in his free time he carved a crude stone replica of it… hoping that it would bring him a little luck in his last hitch with the company.
