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[Corai]

-I remember him. Hes one of my favorite characters.-


Corai smiled at the panic the kobold had.


"Not much a necromancer, are you?" He yelled from his chair. "Help the poor thing out, its not fun to watch it squirm if its from it's own minions." He said. Several guards cut down the passive zombies. "Now get the poor suckers buried! Now!"

"Now, whats your name?" He said getting up, ripping the gag off through the cage.

[Gizogin]

[Earlier, I said a timeskip would play nicely into my plans, but those plans changed a bit since then.  I was going to have Gizogin take the tank and leave the fortress with Cog, then spend a while exploring and adventuring and whatnot, to be back just after the jump.  Then I realized a few problems:
 - Cog had already been in the hospital for a long time, and would have wanted to be outside again soonest.  He wouldn't appreciate having to wait on Gizogin to get his affairs in order.
 - Gizo X had far too little time actually working on the tank to have finished it, especially after his magical meddling distracted him.
 - Gizogin had no reason to leave the fortress.  He'd be going too far out of his comfort zone, and not getting anything for his trouble.

I still have no problem with the timeskip, but it's not quite as perfect as I'd thought.  Oh well.]

The Fluffball (thethis mibis):

This rare creature is as bizarre as it is deadly.  It takes the form of a small ball of fluff (hence the name), about four centimeters across on average.  It is usually white, though some have been seen with slight tinges of color; these are extremely rare variants of the common, or 'garden' fluffball, and will be discussed in greater detail later.  It weighs almost nothing, and seems to float through the air, buoyed by eddies and currents in the wind, though it actually controls its own flight.  It is always coated in a fine white powder, which it produces in great amounts and which trails behind it in flight.

The chief danger posed by the fluffball is this powder, which has numerous disastrous effects on living beings.  Skin contact with the powder causes numbness, followed by mild euphoria.  In larger quantities, it can actually cause complete and permanent loss of sensation in the affected region.  Inhaling the powder causes similar effects, but throughout the entire body.  Prolonged or repeated inhalation will usually lead to death, as the afflicted lungs cease to work and the victim asphyxiates.  At no point, however, does the victim ever notice that anything is wrong; the aforementioned euphoria takes root, and the victim becomes happier and happier even as the life fades from his body.  It is not uncommon to find sufferers of fluff poisoning who have died laughing.  The powder appears also to be highly addictive.  Those who have come in contact with it more than a few times become obsessed with it, and will do anything they can to find more of it.  If they are cut off from their supply, they become withdrawn and depressed, and lose the will to live.  Most then die of dehydration, caused by simply not caring enough to drink.

The fluffball is not normally aggressive, but can be provoked into a terrible fury.  They are very territorial, but fortunately make their homes exclusively in areas normally inhospitable to the civilized races.  This is made possible by their remarkable durability; the fluffball's body is so simple and unspecialized that it can survive even the most grievous of physical injury.  When attacking a trespasser, a community of fluffballs will swarm the invader, repeatedly ramming it with their bodies.  The actual attack does little, because the fluffballs are so light and insubstantial.  Each attack, however, spreads some of their terrible powder onto the victim, and death becomes a near certainty.

The diet of the fluffball is wide and varied.  They generally subsist on whatever they can filter out of the air with their fine hairs, but the will not hesitate to eat larger things when they are available.  While they may appear to eat carrion, this is not actually the case.  They are actually eating the microscopic bacteria that normally live on dead animals, as well as skin, hair flakes, and tiny insect larvae.

There are several, rare varieties of fluffball.  The two most common are the red and blue variants.  Red fluffballs produce a slightly different powder to the other types.  This powder is extremely flammable, and burns for extended periods of time.  Red fluffballs have a natural flame inside them, and will ignite their powder at the slightest threat.  This turns them into living balls of flame, possessed of the same ruthless determination present in the white fluffball.  Blue fluffballs, on the opposite end of the scale, are extremely cold.  Their bodies are naturally well below freezing, and they can exhale a cloud of freezing dust that will cause frostbite to any exposed skin.

[Jathrur's note: The fluffball, it has since been discovered, can acually be milked.  By taking the fluffball (while wearing full hazmat gear, of course) and squeezing it, one can obtain a small portion of its milk.  When filtered of the powder and boiled, this milk makes a delicious beverage, and a fine cheese can be made as well.  Why this creature should be milkable at all remains a mystery.]

[Eric Blank]

[A kobold necromancer? Poor bastard. Can he even read?]

[WillowLuman]

Rubluflis rubbed his nose. What a miserable day. Ever since they had settled in this old tower, there had been nothing but trouble. First a blind cave ogre came up from below, forcing them out of their cosy home-cavern. Then this ancient tower, filled with nothing but gnawed old bones and that strange rock with scratchings on it. Rubluflis wished he had never listened to that bandit who tried to teach him to read. Now, ever since looking at that rock, he'd been having weird pains in his head, like a bad cold, and every time he sneezed one of the old bones began to move. It was too much for a kobold to be asked to deal with.

Just to refresh memory.

Don't worry, Gizogin, you might have a reason to leave the fortress soon. Only thing is, it will come before the time skip, and it will just be a day-trip.

[Gizogin]

Don't worry, Gizogin, you might have a reason to leave the fortress soon. Only thing is, it will come before the time skip, and it will just be a day-trip.

[I'm all ears.]

Gizo X finished scanning the entry in the bestiary, and he replaced the book on the workbench.  "Right!" he said, clapping his hands together.  "Let's get to work.  These are the blueprints I drew up for the tank.  Give them a look, then help me get this done.  With the two of us working on it, it shouldn't take long at all."

Gizogin put down the introductory magic guide he'd been reading, along with the G-Core.  He wasn't really interested in magic anyway.  A tank, though, he could get behind.  He pored over the schematics, while Gizo X got to work behind him.

[WillowLuman]

[It has to do with the carving in the abandoned city, assuming that your character would find that interesting.]

"My name Rubluflis. Whole tribe dead, just me now. First, ogre force us out of home-cave. Then we flee to old tower, full of nothing and some bones. There be rock there, scratchings on it, me look at them and they look at me. Now I sick, and then bones start chase me, so I drop stone off tower and it break to pebbles. Not make bones stop following or nose not stuffy. Then giant bugs come, like snake with thousand creepy arms, kill and eat everyone. Me hide until they went away. Now me run here to get away from nasty bones. Run only 4 miles maybe, not sure, but not spect see more kobolds so soon."

[Corai]

Corai smiled.


"You can read, then? You can speak too." he said, pacing around the cage.



He kicked the cage, and the feeble human bone cage fell apart. "Would you like to stay here? Its awful boring to be the only intelligent thing for a thousand miles." He said, smiling. This made Rubluflis very uncomfortable.

[WillowLuman]

"Can't stay. Bones will get me. Maybe you kill them tho? Make them stay dead?" He looked at who he now supposed to be a friend, or at least not an enemy. Then he saw the uzi. "What that? Me see wall-scratching look like that! Why you have thing from wall scratch?"

[Corai]

"Wall scratch? What wall scratch? Do you mean a engraving, or a book?" He said, pulling the gun out.


"And bones wont get you, they wont strike there master. Even if you strike them, they will simply flee."

[Gizogin]

[It has to do with the carving in the abandoned city, assuming that your character would find that interesting.]

[I think he might be persuaded to take an interest.]

[WillowLuman]

"But who be their master? You be their master? That might be. You have thing from scratches on walls, scratches on walls from tower where there was scratches-on-stone that make bones chase." He suddenly seemed very scared of Corai. "Was that your stone I smash? Not know! Sorry, very sorry, not want smash stone of powerful kobold!"

[Corai]

Corai looked around, confused.


"I am not a necromancer. I have never had a "rock." Your the bone's master. You can make them work, or fight. And thank you." He said, putting his uzi away.



"Now! I need help getting this place back to working order! Lets not tilly tally!"

[WillowLuman]

[Mutual confusion achieved!]

Rubluflis was puzzled. Him? Master of bones? He punched the one remaining zombie, knocking it over. It merely stood back up, though, and walked over to him. So they wouldn't eat him. He still did not like them, though. He did not want dead things to move, even if they ignored him. It just wasn't right. One of the only things that kobolds could be sure of in their hard lives, and thus one of the only things they could find comfort in, was that dead things did not move anymore. If something was dead, you didn't have to worry about it. So, if dead things moved, that was very worrying.

"Maybe I stay, if not trouble you. What is your name, though? Never see kobold with eyes like you got before... they blue like sky. But something else. Something strange in eyes."

[Corai]

"Oh, I am Corai. My eyes are blue, yes.... I could use your zombies, alot of the workers died in a........ lets not speak of the dea- Errrr..... Lets just get your zombie to work." He said, changing the subject.


"Life is rather nice here, no bandits, no great beasts. So the only thing that threatens us are a lack of food or a insane idiot in a nearby dwarven fort." He explained. "The nearest great threat is deep under the ground."

[WillowLuman]

"Oh, I am Corai. My eyes are blue, yes.... I could use your zombies, alot of the workers died in a........ lets not speak of the dea- Errrr..... Lets just get your zombie to work." He said, changing the subject.


"Life is rather nice here, no bandits, no great beasts. So the only thing that threatens us are a lack of food or a insane idiot in a nearby dwarven fort." He explained. "The nearest great threat is deep under the ground."

"If it so nice here, why so many dead ones?" He was sure that it must be nicer than what he had run from, but those others had been dead before he got here. Dead from violence, too.