All of this is such a whirlwind. Gourlaug really is dead, these Kobolds seem to be hunting down his killers. One of whom is already handled. They must be quite the capable bunch.
Well Scoops, its great to see you again. It seems like all of our stations in life have adjusted. I can't wait to catch up.
Thunk from the clan of the All-Eater, well met sir. I in fact do love to thump, although I prefer to do it from afar, I suppose I would say that I prefer to thwack.
Kibra, seeing the goggled Kobold draw away from the group, decides to give him space. There will be plenty of time for introductions. I have a feeling I'm beggining down a long road.
As he traveled down the road with his new companions, Kibra recounted one of his first encounters away from the mountain. And although he spoke to no one in particular, simply saying the words gave him a sense of comfort. Like a weight being released from his chest.
This whole time after the eruption I have been on my own. I was not really sure what to do or where to go so I simply went forward. The first few weeks were nothing too difficult. Although I had never been outside of the swamps, the trapping and hunting was not difficult.
About 12 days ago things took a turn. About mid day I came across the tracks of a sizeable group. Hoping to find survivors from the mountain I followed the tracks to the outskirts of a hasty camp. The whole camp was full of nasty smoothskins. I counted at least 15 of them. They seemed to be celebrating all through the night. They had 3 or 4 sentries who seemed to busy catching a few z's than with watching the forest. I knew this was my moment...
I waited until the time was right. I set up a dozen spring-snares, leading into and out of the camp. One of the sentries took off into the woods to relieve himself. I stayed up high in the branches, skirting around his vision and I waited until he had stopped, about 25 feet from the closest sentry. I knocked an arrow, breathed deep and let her rip.
Thinking about his first non-animal kill, still gave Kibra chills. Why did I like it so much?
The arrow went clean through the smoothskins back and out his front. He wailed, louder than I expected and that drew the other 2 sentries out of the camp. The had their swords drawn and were drawing near to me. I knocked another arrow...zoom into the second. His companion spun to see his friend take the arrow into his neck. By the time the last sentry looked up into the tree I released another arrow into his chest.
I had never felt so alive! That night, something inside of me was awakened. Half the camp rose to the groans and gurgling of their sentries. Throughout the rest of the night I took them out. Two here, one there. Two of them managed to get stuck in my snares, just handing from a tree waiting for my arrows. They really are dumb creatures. Before dawn broke I searched the camp for any sign of Gourlaug's treasure. Unfortunately I did not find anything that reminded me of home.