>>5318595>>5318489>>5318483>>5318456>>5318451>>5318447>>5318445>>5318718You know what? This IS going to be the last time you see this accursed place.
You take a deep breath in, and when you release it, the world goes up in smoke and fire. Human structures, trinkets, comforts, and family legacies are set ablaze with the distinctive pure red of dragonfire. Kobold-built additions, the products of months of their occupation, go up with it. It is a fire supernatural, one which burns as hot as those of Hell but with such intensity that nothing can long withstand it. Nothing long does. It takes only a few huffs, and puffs, and this little village is burned away.
The mammalian prisoner—the conscious one, the half-elf—watches in terror as you judge this place unworthy to continue existing, and then correct this error. The kobolds see the place they conquered and claimed, lived in for months, razed to nothing; their expressions are ambivalent, but none speaks up to stop you. Glowie claps her hands and watches with a simple aesthetic joy, pleased by the spectacle of it (and by the show of power, you suspect).
“There will be no more clues for ‘adventurers’ to follow,” you announce. “And no more shelter for our enemies.”
“Yes, Dragon!” the kobolds bark, standing upright and carefully concealing any misgivings.
You and your squadron leave. Along the way, you un-gag the half-elf adventurer, to ask your new captive a few questions:
“Do you recognize my sssword?” you ask, brandishing the moon blade. “It iss as ssword of elven KINGSSS, I am told. I took it from the belly of a russst-monsster.”
The elf says nothing, until you apply the point of said sword to remind him of who is master, and who is now slave.
“AAH! I w-was raised by my mother. She was human! I don’t know about any of that stuff… My father was some traveling storyteller and. But… Yeah, okay, I guess I might have heard a few stories from other elves about how moonblades are an old symbol of their kings, back when all the elves were part of one big nation… Before humans.”
You clean a bit of human/elven blood from the blade, as well as some of the berserker’s. As you do so, you notice that the phase of the moon currently visible in the sky above—a half-moon—is aglow on the side of the sabre, while the other phases of the moon thus embossed on the strange white stone of that unrusting blade are not. Curious…
“Are there any other sso-called adventurersss coming thiss way?” you ask.
“Well, we heard the rumours of a kobold infestation led by a big kobold with lost of magical items on it, so I have to imagine others did, too.” The half-elf glares at you, and grimaces. “Guess they were more than rumors. You’re bigger than any kobold I’ve ever seen.”
