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[jcd]

I 'd also like to be bolded.
Named Jcd and being a very stupid, very happy and optimistic, herbalist or soldier if possible

[Tenderroast]

I would like to be bolded. A smith of some sort, Pyro maniac personality.

[Neri]

27th Opal, 1 year since transformation.

     I have scratched the idea of a ‘Rat Cult’, as rats just aren’t impressive enough, after listening to the gabble that passes as intellectual conversation here, fur and meat don’t seem to impress any of them in the slightest.
   
Scaly and deadly do, however.

     I have started recruiting worshippers, a small few words here, a small charm spell there, and I have the beginnings of a following, for The Cult of the Dragon.I plan to depose this Idiot chieftain, druid or not, and gather up as many of his moronic followers as I can on my quest for Jreb, safety, and freedom.
     My sleeping in the Witches hut has apparently raised some eyebrows (not that these Doglizards have any) giving the Chief more reason to keep watch of me. Apparently rivalries between the crude ‘castes’ of magic these Kobolds have are not usually apparent, but then again, I am quite unusual by the standards in play here.
     Apparently, in order to win the head of the tribe, there is either a tribal vote, or you need to kill the previous chieftain and take his place, after killing off any loyalist remnants (or ‘den kill de friendsss’ as my new Witching apprentice insists on saying), so I shall gather my strength soon, and make my challenge.

[Neri]

29th Opal, 1 year after losing my Human form, and Jreb.

     I will not be challenging the chief to combat after all. Some elves attacked, their lithe limbs clad in the glass armour I remember so well, and they seemed to simply carve their way into the camp in a flurry of grace and dismembered kobold limbs, until the Chief and his Son came out from their tent.
     They both bellowed in rage and charged in, growing huge and looking something like a cross between a bear and a kobold, and started ripping the elves limb from limb. And cursed form or not, I prefer my limbs intact and attached. It seems my Dragon Cult being of around 20 members (which is more than any of them can count, I’m sure) will be stealing some weapons tonight, and leaving this camp before the challenge comes from the Chief. Jreb needs me, and I need my revenge. And for those, I need to survive. Maybe we can 'appropriate' an ogre or something.

[Neri]

1st Granite, two years since being Kobolded. - A Bold Start.

     It has been over a month since I last had the opportunity to write in the tongue of my birth. The plan to leave quietly in the night was mostly successful, with all members showing up when the moon rose with their assigned equipment and travelling stuff, except for one 'bright' young idiot named Jayceedee. He ended up showing up with an ogre as assigned, but he had, fore some reason decided to take his favourite ogre, as opposed to the strongest female as instructed.

     This decrepit gray ogre seemed to creak in every joint as it moved, its ancient face eagerly following Jayceedee's small body like a... giant puppy that kills things by sitting on them. while promptly breaking both its wind and its hip.

Not a big deal.

     We sneaked out of the settlement, fairly easily really, considering most of the night guards had been recruited to The Cult of Dragons.

     Then the next day came our pursuit. Kobold raiding parties, following our tracks, hounding us day and night as we fled. The old ogre kept falling behind, so the order was given to butcher it. for our supplies. (Not by me of course, I was there, comforting poor Jayceedee over this tradgedy, as Gunarex ((GunnerX)) took care of the body, thereby garnering more support amongst the ranks for my compassion and such.

Jaso, my new militia leader was given the command to trek north, away from the warmer lands to where dragons lie.

     Or almost dragons, at any rate. Drakes. Thankfully we had a cage with us, and were able to catch a breeding pair with minimal casualties at this early stage of my rise. apparently, they find Ogre meat delicious. Having found our new Idols, and the foundation of my followers belief, I headed us west. Squalls of snow buried the badlands we trekked through, slowing our cold blood to a crawl, until yesterday we finally managed to hit the edge of the forest, and what appears to be a frozen river. We must find a way to melt it, as we are too cold and tired to travel further. I name this place SinBad, in commemoration for what the gods of the Dark did against me. Or, as my followers believe (like a bunch of 5 year olds) what we shall do against the enemies of the Cult.

     How right they are.

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[jcd]

so, a bold start...
may it be !fun!
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you know, i really liked that ogre. i think it was much much better than that female you told me about. for one he was more experienced, and also more friendly!

but, even though i will be hating Gunarex for a while, most bolds do have a short memory.
see! sun's shining!

[Jaso11111]

LETS REEP SOME S*** UP!

*immediately gets brain punched in by a dwarf*

This sould be fun   

[mate888]

"Or as they belive, as a bunch of 5 years old"
Funny that 5 years is actually a mature age for a kobold (they die at 15 or so).

[Neri]

"Or as they belive, as a bunch of 5 years old"
Funny that 5 years is actually a mature age for a kobold (they die at 15 or so).

Yay! I did too much poking around to not have that gotten by someone! Thanks Mate!

[mate888]

"Or as they belive, as a bunch of 5 years old"
Funny that 5 years is actually a mature age for a kobold (they die at 15 or so).

Yay! I did too much poking around to not have that gotten by someone! Thanks Mate!

Do I get a cookie now?

[Neri]

8th Granite, First year of Revenge.

     Camp has started to take shape. For diminutive rat-lizards, these kobolds can cut down trees fairly adequately. The river hasn't shown any signs of unfreezing, nor have the several semi-large bodies of water scattered around amongst the trees. A campfire was started, and abruptly put out by me when it was clear that these savages haven't the faintest idea of how to prevent a fire from engulfing the surrounding scrub and woodland.

     A butcher has been set up, alonside a tanner and a couple of other crude workshops, just to start getting some tents up, keep this snowdrift from encasing us while we sleep. I have gotten the woodcarver doglizards to start on easy things, crude utensils for a small kitchen, for cooking vermin. should help our Rats to last until breeding time passes around.

     We have a very small amount of meat to spread among our Bolds, but the only animal to hunt is currently a faedog, which I am working on some mechanisms to complement our cage in a effort to catch the damned thing. A first line of defense to safeguard ourselves and our oh so precious drakes would be appreciated. I have started erecting a log palisade for just this purpose, with everyone not engaged in more important (or make work to prevent accidents, like with our herbalist) duties currently dragging the smaller logs to create a wall. A crude weapon rack has been set up next to our wood stockpile, to allow our kobolds some experience if fighting, we currently have 6 of our 20 dispensable minions (I as the 21st, am not dispensable) in the military, headed by Jaso, and seconded by Gunarex, with a squealing mass of idiots trying to follow the semi-garbled instructions they are given.

     TemptsFate (A name I gave this kobold, as I always put him on scouting duties on the way here.... he has the most annoying high pitched cackle when amused.) has been taken off hunting duties, which I put to Matarata, and TemptsFate has been told to steal what he can. Apparently he needs a tunnel of some sort for this, as opposed to just walking away from camp until he finds something but such things could be arranged fairly easily.

     The is a Kobold here, a smith just like in RegalDoom my previous abode that hellhole from where I lost my Jreb, who smell disturbingly similar to one of the skeletons who I used to boss around. Therefor instead of JeniBoibinins, he has been named TenderRoast, to keep them straight in my mind. I have set him a duty far from the fire, the wood or the currently being dismantled remains of the wagon, as the first thing he did when he saw the fire was dive his hands in, and grab one of the red embers, and start trowing them at the other kobolds. Thankfully our Dragons Claws (Or maybe Rat Meat) squad managed to subdue him with some pointy sticks and a deserved beating. He and the burned kobolds are under the care of what passes for a physician here, the only kobold who seemingly gives a damn about any other Bold. Name of Kayben, Kaytab, Kaytavo.... something along those lines anyway.

     Only one other Kobold of note in our group currently, who is a very disgruntled fisherman. I have put him (Calls himself Mithril Leaf, I've started with Mithy, and it seems to have stuck.) on marking out where he can fish when the ice melts, and to keeping other kobolds off 'his' fishing areas. with any luck, this restriction will result in less kobold deaths come Thaw, as opposed tMithys body being found in a snowdrift in a few weeks because someone got pissed at him.

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Sorry Meph, no Druid just yet. seems everyone else got a cameo, so you get a spoiler

[Kaytavo]

ah i've been bolded almost missed my mention. doctor was a good choice

[Tenderroast]

PERFECT!!!

[Neri]

26th Granite, Year one of cold and thirst. And stupidity.

     The snow has not let up, and the freezing cold means if we start eating/drinking snow, we will quickly perish. Thus, I have had to build a still. The first brew is almost finished, and I'm almost inclined to thank our resident herbalist Jayceedee for supplying the plants I fermented.... except when I went to do so earlier, he had somehow gotten his head stuck inside a log. Luckily the leftover tallow from the dismembered Faedog (I was amazed at the sheer amount of damage these Bold-Bolas do to an unprotected limb or head) was able to grease the log up enough for him to slip out. I sent him to go help out Matarata with the hunting, with a few unsubtle hints for Matarata to use him as bait. And to not hurry too much with saving him.

     Once me and my crude distillery have saved the wretches under my control from dying of frozen thirst, I shall probably be able to relax with a jug or two of prickleberry wine, finally have some time to process the next step, instead of just reacting to the confusion and chaos in the camp. I've asked for a table and chair to be set up, soon as some sort of roof is built to protect my book and papers.

[Neri]

The following page reeks of spoiled wine and what appears to be kobold vomit. It is encrusted with stains and menaces with Miasma.

23rrrrd off Drunk. Stone. Granet. one year since Jrebby my darling left... or I left. Im horrible.

Prickle berry wine is gut good tasty drinked. mackes makes head swim. Why are tails sexy? I didn't like tails before. Now I do. like legs. and biting my food.
Kobolds going to live... the drunk is happening lots so none are thirsty. I put the fire out but TenderRoast is still throwing ashes.... and giggling and giggling....

I see the clawDraGons sparring... and falling down.... and pointy sticks are funny, becos because they're smal. tiny.

I write these because they don't understand me. I need to talk but lizard squeaks and yips come out. like my cousin back home. he came out.

I need a nap. the wine is better stronger than I remember.