| GM Dalenka |
The 9th day of Pharast, 4710 AR
The last frost of winter was several weeks ago, and spring is now fully in evidence in the rolling hills of the Kamelands, though in the area between the Shrike and Thorn rivers, war is in far more evidence than spring.
The entrance to the mine the Sootscale Tribe lives in has been trapped extensively, with pit traps, alcoves, even an iron gate to ward off the evil mites to the northwest, who cannot bear the touch of cold iron. Beyond the mine, pit traps, snares, and nets have been set up in countless locations around the area, all in hopes of killing or capturing mites before they can reach the Sootscale Caverns.
Inside the ancient tunnels of the mine, things are quite grim. Tartuk is in a foul mood, refusing to come out of his quarters, even to deliver sermons in the temple, ever since the mites managed to invade the mine and steal away with the statue of Old Sharptooth from the very altar it had been placed upon. Chief Sootscale has grown despondent, certain that the whole tribe is cursed and constantly checking himself and others for signs of yellowing scales.
Today, the last of the work has finally been completed on the pit traps protecting the mine against further intrusions of mites, and yet still no word has been heard of the war party sent to recapture Old Sharptooth's statue. Donning his ceremonial headdress and the club made of carved bone which he uses as a sceptre, Chief Sootscale summons the whole tribe to gather in the temple, excusing only Shaman Tartuk, the few kobolds still patrolling the countryside, and Nakpik, who has drawn watchout duty for the day.
"Sootscales! The curse of Old Sharptooth weighs heavy on us all, and too long has passed since last we heard of brave Ipmula Onyxtail, Mikmek, Neelik, and Ozmada. Already I fear our scales may be slowly turning to yellow, and death shall surely follow. Step forward, Draazhin, Krik, Sezzen, Skoll, Werpfoil, Yresk."
He gestures with his bone club the space to his left, then waits for the indicated members of the tribe to gather there, a full third of the kobolds gathered together for the meeting.