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[Zanzetkuken The Great]

So, the Slayers are the only living thing that can even scratch a dragon?


Quick, someone get me a phone. I need to make a call. And a Slayer Phonebook.

You discover another page!

Due to the exile from their civilization, the slayers became hostile to every known and unknown species upon the planet.

[Loud Whispers]

Just for your information
The name slayers is short for dragonslayers.  They were once renowned for their abilities of killing dragons.  The main dragon civilization did not mind too much, due to the slain being exiles.  That is, until one of the slayers killed a non-exiled dragon.  Long story short, there was a massive and bloody war between the humans and the dragons that ended with the slayers being exiled and the situation as it is today.

BAHBHHBHBHBHBHBBHBHBHBHBHHHHAAA

Silly hoomans. Should've just got an adventurer.

Or a Dorf.

[Corai]

God damnit. Back to working on setting up toxin-gas bombs in the ventilation shafts.....


Corai crawls into the ventilation shafts with a bag of unknown devices.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Just for your information
The name slayers is short for dragonslayers.  They were once renowned for their abilities of killing dragons.  The main dragon civilization did not mind too much, due to the slain being exiles.  That is, until one of the slayers killed a non-exiled dragon.  Long story short, there was a massive and bloody war between the humans and the dragons that ended with the slayers being exiled and the situation as it is today.

BAHBHHBHBHBHBHBBHBHBHBHBHHHHAAA

Silly hoomans. Should've just got an adventurer.

Or a Dorf.

It was a guild of adventurers actually.

God damnit. Back to working on setting up toxin-gas bombs in the ventilation shafts.....


Corai crawls into the ventilation shafts with a bag of unknown devices.

Wouldn't disease immune work on toxin-gas bombs as well?

[Loud Whispers]

Everyone knows adventurers rely on the vainglorious fame provided by the peasantry.

Incentive servitude > Dragons

[Corai]

No, diesese and a lack of oxygen are different. NOTHING can live without it, NOTHING.


Accept dwarves.

[wierd]

And undead.

So, you snagged my hydrocyanic acid bugbombs I cooked up earlier?

Silly kobold. That can be blocked with a charcoal filter with some baking soda as a prestage.

*collects a few from the hazardous materials handling cabinet. Passed them out.*

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Everyone knows adventurers rely on the vainglorious fame provided by the peasantry.

Incentive servitude > Dragons

Incentive servitude with adamantine armor and weapons < Dragons with firebrand armor

[Corai]

Three kobolds fall over.


A loud bang is heard moments later in the vents, and a irritated voice screams "THESE ARE UNSTABLE!"

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Three kobolds fall over.


A loud bang is heard moments later in the vents, and a irritated voice screams "THESE ARE UNSTABLE!"

You realize that the merchants have already left, and all of the others were killed with Numidium Ultima.  I am currently speaking to you through an unmovable, unbreakable crystal within the main dining hall.

[Oliolli]

Corai, who is standing nearby, smiles at the sheer epicness of Oiliolli's storytelling skills.

Corai crawls out of the ducts to get another bag, but his work is cut short as the door to Oliolli's room is suddenly launched off it's hinges, crashing through the door on the opposite side of the hallway, waking up Fen, who had been sleeping there, as Oliolli charges out of his room and towards Corai. Grabbing the kobold by the neck, he screams "OLIOLLI! IT... IS... OLIOLLI! NOT HARD TO SPELL!" Corai is not afraid, however, knowing about his own immortality. Oliolli knows of this too, but snaps Corai's weak neck with his bare hands despite it. Calming down considerably after this, he throws the kobold's corpse to wierd, shouting something relating to the extraction of fresh kobold blood form the corpse, and walks back into his room, now mumbling about paper #62 and the filling of another door requisition form. Fen, crawling out of his room simply asks what the hell is going on. Loud Whispers takes another bite out of the cat meat biscuit.
I'm afraid about what will happen during the next eight hours, which I'll be sleeping through. Try not to advance more than a dozen pages, 'kay?

[Corai]

The kobold waves his hand, a laptop appears, and he types on a forum on a site known as "Bay 12" on the modding section. He pushes send, then it disappears. It re-appears in your hands.


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A kobold migrant has arrived!

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

I am surprised that no kobolds have tried to grab the unmovable, unbreakable crystal in the main dining hall that I am speaking through from my location in the home citadel.

[Eric Blank]

That's the false dining hall, to confuse invaders.

I'ma drop the roof on it now, kay?

[Corai]

Okay, obviously someone upgraded these doors, I cant pick the lock....


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DAMN!