Note: This was a one-off session where the players played kobolds in the lair of Inimigo.
The arrival of Inimigo has turned the lives of those in the Ghandril Forest upside down. The werewolves are no longer the apex predators. The goblins who recently arrived from the north with plans of conquest now sit and plot new schemes in their caves. The kobolds are perhaps the only race happy with the monstrous newcomer because now they have someone worthy to worship.
Inimigo began construction of his new lair by violently burrowing into the earth with claws, teeth, and horns. But the work was tiring. So when the kobold leader, Skaro, approached awestruck and eager to appease, Inimigo tasked him and the other kobolds with building a lair worthy of him. Skaro could not have been happier. Kobolds weren’t good at much, but they were very good at digging and mining. How quickly things had changed. No longer would the kobolds be the ones who had to hide and cower. The dragon they had prayed for had finally come.
This particular adventure kicked off with Skaro delivering one of his regular morning talks to the clan. There were many jobs to be done: decorating the throne room, gathering food, guarding those mysterious eggs that Inimigo had brought with him, and so much more. So every morning Skaro would assign kobolds to groups to make sure everything got done.
Decorating the throne room meant that the kobolds on that duty would be in close proximity to Inimigo. While many would think that a terrifying notion, Skaro thought of it as a reward. And there was a particular group of crafty kobolds that had impressed him and so he assigned them to that illustrious task.
But this seemingly every day task would turn into so much more, setting wheels in motion that would shake all of Okknos. The seven kobolds that stepped into the throne room that morning were:
- Beknbel, the clan’s historian
- Garix, a sorcerer and fanatical devotee to Inimigo
- Ettik, a confident (if not arrogant) sorcerer with an unhealthy love of fire
- Kral, the runt of the clan, with a mean streak so wide that few could bring themselves to make eye contact with him
- Egs Taklak, a simple minded kobold who knew two things pretty well: killing and eating
- Mossersnicklind, big for a kobold and jovial, but a terrific trapper
- Bask, quiet and skeptical, he was a lone voice that did not share excitement about the new dragon whom they served
They had to wait before entering the throne room, because the purple dragon was entertaining guests. A group of werewolves, the Valdyr, had visited Inimigo to discuss their relationship when a kobold recklessly intruded upon the meeting to announce that one of the dragon eggs had moved. Inimigo was not pleased to be interrupted or to have the secret of his eggs exposed to the Valdyr and he acted swiftly in his displeasure, devouring the kobold in one crunchy bite.
The kobold advisor, Hiss, who was escorting the kobold team used this careless death as a learning opportunity. “Remember not to speak out of turn,” he whispered. The kobold Bask was trembling, “He’ll kill us all,” he murmured.