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Smallscale's tooth grin is unmistakable, He responds in draconic and repeats in common, "We can trust these one's, and the tribe is not strong enough to resist such a good offer. the silver tongued Elf and his friends have helped rid us of the Mites, and can help rid us of the Stag Lord. We should be their allies and accept their friendship." He's clearly enjoying the situation a little too much and pressuring the weak chief.
Littlefang gives a toothy grin, "After the scaling Mikmek threatened him with he would be dumb not to, Nakpik lazy but not dumb." The kobolds begin to lead you into the warren, the tunnels are entirely unlit and filled with offshoots barely big enough for a kobold to crawl through. Fortunately they guide you through the ones tall enough for a man to walk upright in. As you go a small following of curious onlookers beings to form up behind you, made up of kobolds of all apparent ages.
Littlefang shrugs, "Broken talloneses tools not usefulls to the clan. Nedyr:
You recall a series of illfated mining expeditions into the greenbelt, roughly 5 decades ago, the mines were said to be rich but plagued by bandits and mishaps they all failed fairly quickly and the survivors fled back to Rostland. Mikmek and Littlefang begin to head in, after a short bend you reach a place where the ceiling caved in, leaving the small chamber open to the sun above. A sinkhole fills the center. Off to the left a shallow side tunnel has been barred up with stout branches, imprisoning a lone mite. The creature wails pitifully and huddles as far away from the light as he can. off to the right, an odd contraption hangs suspended above a chasm that opens onto another tunnel deeper into the stone. It appears to be a sort of drawbridge made of three seprate hanging platforms that could be raised or lowered from the other side. A kobold appears to be napping just on the other side.
The sunrise brought the smell of water, a heavy fog blanketing the kobolds home and garden in a dense mist that made it nigh impossible to see where one was going beyond their immediate area. However Littlefang did not seem the least bit perturbed, as he gathered his gear and readied to travel. "We go!" the unbridled glee in his eye as he mounted big fang gave hint to just how excited he was to be on this little journey. The fog lifted around noon and you are surprised to look around and realize just how much territory you have covered. As Littlefang guides his mount down into a small ravine you see the first signs of occupation. A cave entrance of worked stone with some old broken mining implements scattered about. He dismounts and nods in that direction. Waiting for your reactions.
DMstuffz, no peakings:
Fine, peak all you want, cheater :P j/k Over the course of the meal, Mikmek and Littlefang exchange words.
Draconic:
[ooc]Summarized
Mikmek: "What is your interest in the statue, you left the tribe long ago." Littlefang: "I was run out by that traitor Tartuk, he lies and has mislead the clan. But until now I had not the strength to challenge him, nor the proof. Even with the dragonblood flowing in my veins." Mikmek: "You can prove this? I have started to feel it. He takes the wealth and feasts while the tribe slowy dies, the younglings have dull scales from eating only barely enough. Can you trust these tallones? What is their agenda" Littlefang: "So far they have kept their word, and they were sent to me by one of the yew tallones I can trust. I did not give them the tribes location until they brought back the statue so that I knew if they could be trusted. It has significant value but they brought it back anyway rather than trying to hunt our kind down and drive us out. I think they are not like the other tallones, they will keep their bargains. Even if they do have odd ideas about food and religion." Littlefang winks at Nedyr and translates, "Mikmek asks why I trust tallones. I point out you bring statue back though it maybe worth lots of coin. Tomorrow we go to tribe and finish this. We win and maybe tribe owes you debt. We lose and die your souls maybe join with the great dragons as worthy." He doesn't seem remotely worried that you might actually lose. Showing great confidence in his own, and your abilities.
Finally glancing at Mikmek he smiles a toothy grin, "Maybe I makes him learn your language, more exercise for his heads do him good. But yes I translates." He motions everyone over to the fire and begins slicing off generous portions for everyone.
Shaking his head, "We's remove the fraud first, then we talks about changes." His little black scales seem to glitter all the brighter in the early evening as he dances around happily. "Come, come! You rest here, in the morning we go!"
The shamans head snaps up as he turns from the whole deer he was roasting, Big Fang takes the opportunity to snatch a whole hindquarters at the distraction. "You have?!" He rushes over clearly ignoring Mikmeks presence. [b]"Please, let me have!"[b] His eyes flash with vindictive glee as his face clearly shows the emotion of someone whose revenge is close at hand.
smiling fiercely he says, "Makes them scream more but not needed to make them good dead. Show me map! I show you where they hide. Under big dead sycamore. They kill mighty tree with their filth. Not show you were tribe is yet... Might be exile but not traitor. We go there together and see what we do then. I think Svetlana not send you unless she think you trustworthy so we play friends nice for now but can't just hand you tribes fast when other people not so trustworthy might know." He looks over the map and marks a spot, "Big hill, no brush, hard to sneak up to tree and they always watch. Tunnels under the roots where they live. You get statue I happy, you wipe them out, I VERY happy. Not likely to care about punishment talkity lady. They mean spirited not just naughty hatchlings."
The kobold waddles back out and stands near the door, waiting for the tallones to come to a decision. He snorts a little impatiently.
Draconic: . The abuse seems to wake them enough from their food coma that they begin to crawl away to the south east.
"Raid my garden again and I feed you to Bigfang, you are VERY lucky I have guests who have manners!" As he fills the basket overflowing he sets it down their the group and heads inside the hut, shortly coming out with a strange stone pot nearly as large as himself. He quickly cuts up some radishes, roots and strange stalks that look like some kind of onion with a knife of bone. Tossing these into the pot he moves to the nearby stream with a bucket and fills the pot with water. He moves the pot over to where the fire has been started and briefly interrupts the groups conversation, "You like moon radish soup, Oleg's favorite, add some deer to pot and you have soup!" He disappears inside again, the large lizard following him.
"Know the lands well, fair trade! Svetlana good person for a tallone. She trade fair. I already owe her so I gather basket once we done here, you can take with you. You need time for tallone big words to make decision, go, GO!" He nods at the tallone who makes wise choices. He licks his chops at the offering and bites greedily into the heart raw. "YOU are welcome here any time, wolf friend. You smell right. You go ahead with your fire."
Looking up at the strange babbling creature he blinks a few times trying to figure out what it is going on about. He shakes his head and looks at it's much more sensible companion. "That one always go on like this Miss Darbi? I keep her around, she scare off mites with noise!"
The runty kobold looks up at the elf and nods, "Mangy little fey, destructive as goblins and gremlins! Keep trying to steal my radishes! They've been tormenting the sootscale tribe for a decade, and the cur that calls himself shaman went and let them steal the statue! Now they are cursed! Why back when my father was shaman he'd never have let that happen!" The kobold pulls one of the radishes from the ground and bites into it raw, tossing the stem behind him, aiming for one of the poor sots still lying in the dirt.
At the promise of meat the little kobolds face lights up, "Fair trade!" He crows and points with his staff at what originally looked like a pile of brush but now shows as a hut covered in twined branches and vines. A smaller open spot next to it clearly meant for such a duty. He hobbles over to a small circle of stones and sits on one of the smallest ones, indicating that everyone should follow.
His scales are black as night and he is small for a kobold. He looks emaciated and fragile and seems to need the staff to walk. He hobbles right over without any fear however and stops 10 feet away, looking up into each face. In passable common he says, "You be here to make trouble for Littlefang like those two? No want any more trouble today. Stupid mites tried to raid my garden last night and I's CRANKY." |
