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Merentha: In the Eyes of a Kobold Scholar



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Constant Bashing

I had learned that blacksmiths weren't good to fight, but this was the worst.

Another reason to expect the unexpected...

It was the second day of Roki, the year of 40NM. I had just been on a day of exploring the new island of Korlis, an island of kobolds. I loved the place, the kobosh structures and people, it was my new home.
It was the middle of the night, the sun would come up in about 12 hours, and the air was moist and warm. I was sitting up against a statue in the town square, waiting for the bar to open so I could get some firebreathers. I dozed off laying there.
About 15 or 16 hours later I awoke, it was midmorning. I went and picked up some firebreathers to wake me up, and I trudged off to the tunnel out of the city. As I walked I caught a glimpse of a blacksmith's shop that I had never noticed before. I trotted over to the building, and noted that the guy's name was K'oal.
Now I knew blacksmiths were usually fierce strong men who didn't like to talk, but this one was exceptionally secluded. I tried to talk to him, and he only told me to go away and to get out of the way of his work. I repeatedly attempted to talk to him, but to no avail. He only discharged me as a stupid persistant fool.
Feeling a little insulted, I decided I wouldn't take any more from this character. I focused my own mind, and took control of his. He spasmed for a second, and just stood still as I pounded away at him with my mind.
All of a sudden my paralysis wore off, and he turned to me, his hammer gripped tightly. He raised it and took my mental shocks as nothing. He was slightly bleeding, but that hammer came slamming down upon my right arm. I had never expected that, and went sailing back, blood gushing from my dislocated shoulder. I was in shock, and couldn't move. He raised his hammer again, and brought it down uopn my leg, breaking it clear in two. Again, he dropped his hammer onto my chest, knocking the wind out of me. Try as I might, I couldn't yell despite the extreme agony I was in. I couldn't manage a single breath of air. That hammer again sped down upon my right arm, knocking it off. He raised his hammer for the final time, and just held it there. He shook his head at me. I sat there, as close as you get to dead without being dead, in a pool of my own blood. The hammer came down with exact precision. It hit the top of my school, disjarring my spine and knocking my jaw out of place. I watched myself fall back for a second, but I was dead before I hit the ground.
K'oal just left my body there, in all the blood, in his doorway. He didn't even flinch. Yet later I returned, that same day, and got the drop on him. I took the hammer from him before he could say anything about it, and destroyed it. I then grabbed K'oal and spread fear throughout his entire body before picking him up and dropping him into a furnace where he burnt. Revenge is sweet.