I am almost insulted, I don not intend to simply try to kill the dwarves as much as possible, and would probably not win a direct fight whit all of them eigther, I know how to RP this and I won't destroy your story. Kobolds are not just enemies and thieves, my goals are not to simply kill the dwarves, but to make them realize and regret. Then I might kill them, but probably not.
I have a story worked out for this kobold, and realy I like this RP and killing all the dwarves of or something similar would just be stupid. I will play my part and try to make things interesting.
I will kill only in self defense.
Pleeease?
You might disregard it but I will not give up hope, and as long as I remain unobserved bu the dwarves my presence cant be truly excluded, as per quantum mechanics.
RP, this is the events occurring during the time passed by the GM:
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As soon as the dwarves were truly on their way and had disappeared a few hundred feet down the road; the dark form in the tree suddenly jerked into motion, the kobold dropped to the ground and landed on his feet whiteout making a sound, his digitigrade stance allowing a much smoother landing than a plantigrade creature could manage, he ran completely silent yet faster than most humans twice his size could have managed at their fastest, instinctively flowing from shadow to shadow, looking more like a almost invisible wave of liquid darkness than a running creature.
The flow made it's way towards the note the dwarves had so carelessly dropped after reading, reaching the goal it would appear to anybody seeing this as that the shadow just disapered into noting together whit the note when he stood still, but that is not the case, Karicoth read the note, a threat letter in the ever ongoing war of the naked apes, he couldn't care less. Or could he? after all, what right had these humans to destroy a creature much older and wiser than themselves in order to make furniture out of it? Personally Karicoth had never needed furniture, kobolds generally don't as they don't put the same weight in comport as humans or dwarves. He slipped the note into a pocket as he began moving towards the half collapsed building, observing the detestation around, how meaningless, he thought, all for this strange idea of having more items that everybody else...
he grabbed one of the elven arrows, it was finely crafted by caring hands, how ironic as it was a weapon of war, he quickly slipped some of the arrows into his pockets, even if he had no bow but he lived by the philosophy that in enemy lands a sharp object might always come in handy.
He slid thought the almost closed door whiteout touching it, a feat for most but everyday survival in a narrow caves were kobolds evolved.
he flowed around the room, more relaxed now when hidden from outside view, searching the building closely, collecting all small objects, on the floor or looting the corpses, going thought the carpentry tools and taking everything small enough not to hinder his movements or slow him down. Coins, keys, various personal objects of the dead, various chisels and blades used in working the wood, some measuring instruments, even water from some barrels taking some fat to waterproof some of his pockets. Quite soon he discovered a patch of dirt looking freshly dug, he dug there reviving [whatever R_U had planned on being hid there] after finishing his swift yet detailed search he slid up a wall, even himself unsure if he leaped or climbed, up thought the broken roof and flowing up a tree trunk, leaping from tree to tree until he cough up whit the dwarves, then he slowed to move parallel to the wagon, almost walking from interconnecting branch to interconnecting branch, effortlessly staying hidden at this slow pace, observing the dwarves carefully.
Edit: as Fenrir so kindly points out... spelling and gramar... :roll:
[ January 21, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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