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[Karnewarrior]

CHAPTER ONE:
Lost, Forever

   Imik sat behind his saguaro desk, tapping his camel leather boots against the smooth gabbro floor. he stared angrily at the loose papyrus scattered on his desk, the okstak runes freshly written. he slammed his fist on the desk, furious.
   "THEY WHAT?!" He roared,"DO THOSE CABNULS KNOW WHAT THEY HAVE DONE?" he stormed off, leaving a very shaken broker sitting in the chair, shivering from the onslaught.
   Imik barged down the halls of Sedilinod, throwing dwarves out of the way. One unlucky soapmaker failed to get out of the way in time, and Imik hurled him so hard against the sand wall that his head punched through to the other side. Imik made his way to the grand staircase, also known as the Zugobnomal, or grandstaff. he stomped his way up, clouds of sand lightly blowing in his wake.he continued his rampge, terrorizing the populace to the point where on dwarf actualy wet himself in fear. finally he got to the trade depot, still filled with the narrow junk the elves had refused to take. a miner stood trembling in the center, a half-way deconstructed stand on his left, a pile of socks on his right.
   Imik grabbed the dwarf roughly by the throat, slamming him against the gray pillar in the center. the miner sputtered, his pick left inert in the sand.
   "What did you sell to the elves?" Imik said, his voice deathly calm.
   "C-Cloth, Leather, A-A-An axe, m-maybe a scepter or two, Nothing else! I swear it!"
   "Perhaps you would like to restate that third bit please, Cog?"
   "A-An axe milord--Oh no." His eyes went wide, pupils dilating."Sumunusith."
   "Indeed. And do you know particularly what GriffinGrim was to be?"
   "Y-Your axe?" Cog stammered.
   "Yes." Imik slugged him in the chest, A solid hit that caused more than a few ribs to crack.
   Imik ordered the nearest dwarf to take him to his bed and get the doctor. Then he stomped his way over to the tower, still under construction, though it rose far into the clouds. he sat down in the center of the floor and began to meditate.
   He must get back GriffinGrim.
   He must.

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and so the saga of Imik begins. If you see an error, please point it out. and if you want more, or eve if you don't, I'll post up the next one. I'm thinking that this is the story that gives us the awsome kobold we've been looking for. This will be based in the world that my dwarves are currently in. (unfortunatly I'm grounded and cant play to see the actual names.) It will be mostly english, with some dwarven words thrown in directly from the document in the raws. in theory, you could generate this world. But you won't.

[Duke 2.0]

 Through craftdwarfship or murder?
 Or both?

[Karnewarrior]

wow you posted fast! 
And he will not murder or remake his artifact. but he will kill. alot.

[Armok]

Armok approves of this legend.

[Heron TSG]

MUUUUUUUUURDER!

[Karnewarrior]

Imik was awakened from his meditation by a nasal, high-pitched voice.
   "What am I doing here? I'm a planter not a theif. I can't steal a Ogres socks, and so they send me to a fortress? Ooh, they'll grid my bones to make their biscuts for sure!"
   A kobold! He must have avoided the 23 traps at the entrance, or maybe took the back door. Either way, he couldn't be left to steal anything from the fortress.
   Quick as a snake, Imik snapped his arm out and snagged the little reptile right there, in the tower. The thing wailed.
   "Oh! Now I am surely doomed, and this giant brute will Kill me for sure! Oh, for little Kimbul, or Dastath, or Ismuth, or Nistic, or Mmumthf!"
   The last one was not because Imik grabbed the things snout, but because kobolds acctualy named their children that. It was acctualy belived to bring good luck. regardless, Imik had a hold of the kobold, and silenced him by shaking him around a bit.
   "Shut up now, or I will throw you down the pit!" It wasn't a lie, but most of the kobold bones in the hole were from the little lizardmen accidentally falling on their own propulsion.
   "Now tell me the answer to one question, no, two questions, and I'll let you free. lie, and I'll tear your tongue out and feed it to ya'!"
   The kobold whimpered.
   "What is your name?"
   "I-Ikstuck,your Milordlynessness!" The kobold stammered. he pulled lightly at his tunic, but Imik did not relinquish his grip.
   "Ikstuck, Have you seen an axe, made of the finest Holy Steel, menaceing with spikes of dragon bone, and engraved with the visage of a crying Demon?"
   "Yes!Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes! I seen It! Mictob stole it off an elven caravan a couple of weeks ago!"
   "I had it yesterday."
   "What?! Oh, Oh you uh, meant that axe. No, I Havn't seen it. Nope, nada, never."
   Imik sighed, fingers rubbing his temples. Ikstuck pulled on Imiks first finger, Left hand. Imik dropped the theif, who scooted off in a heartbeat.
   Now how was he to get his axe back from the elves?
   How?


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Imik Doesn't know it it, but he just met the most important (other than Imik himself,) character in the story. maybe he'll make friends, maybe he will make a formidable opponent. Just check in soon to find out

[Armok]

Stories with Kobold main characters are always made of win!

[Karnewarrior]

  Imik made his way down the stairs, feeling extremely unhappy about the loss of his artifact. days of meditation did nothing. they brought no ideas, no salve for the burning wound in his chest. But as he stepped into the landing of the floor his office was in, he found a stick barring his way.
  "What do you want,eh? I have much to do." he said dejectedly.
  "It not be what I wish, But what you wish." croaked the crone, who was standing at the other end of the stick, grey hair wild and eyes glazed like the dead.
  "You wish to speak to the gods, yes?" she said. "No! do not answer, I see it in your heart. Yes, you are the one..." she paused and poked him hard in the chest before continuing. "You, you will go into the moutains, to The Peak of Ice. Climb, and when you see an Eagle alight upon a rock, break its neck , and sit upon the place yourself. When you do, You will be allowed to the place of the gods, the Palace of the Sky, to see as no mortal has seen before, and meet the one who holds Armoks leash." Promptly, the crone Died at Imiks feet, silently and without anything but a slow sigh.
  It is important, for dwarves, to respect the last wishes of the dead. Imik had no choice. He must Climb the Peak of Ice.

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Sorry I've been gone so long, I had a few... Distractions. Like Gobboween, and writers block. Luckily, I won't have to do Imik again for at least one more story. It's Ikstucks turn now.  also, adding chapters.

[Armok]

Still an epic story!

[Karnewarrior]

Ikstuck was running. His reptilian feet flew over the desert sands as if he was propelled by a god. Within a day and a half, he exited the desert and reached his home cave. Breathing heavily, but smiling, Ikstuck slowed down and passed through the bushes secluding his home from the rest of the world.

But what he saw did not look like his home. Blood pooled in shallow depressions around the door, severed kobold heads dripping the blood that no longer gave them any life. The pulverized remains of Ikstucks family lay in the dry summer heat, already starting to attract flies.

Ikstuck stepped over the mud, and took a little-used passage to the back of his home. He navigated tight turns and thin caverns, and emerged in a massive stone cathedral. In the center, squatting, was a mammoth Bronze Colossus, toying with a screaming kobold pup. The colossus made a face, as if it could hear the pups shrill cry, and took the tiny thing between two giant fingers.

Ikstuck turned away. He couldn't look as the pups cries were forever silenced by the Bronze murderer in the room ahead. The earth shook as the colossus, bored without any toys, left. In it's wake, the echoes of dying children...

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Imik is back! Or, at least, Ikstuck is. And he's not in a very good point in his life right now. That BC is going to pay.

So, what do you think? And don't complain about the necro, the forum already did that for you.

[Armok]

It's back! It's alive! Hooray!!