Post by 9ball on Dec 26, 2013 20:48:49 GMT
There were once three brothers who sought to improve kobold society in their own way. Their names were Throthreemus, Lrulraylbin, and Jdarmebolg. Throthreemus wanted to subdue the bigger folk by wrestling them into the mud, but after an insane wrestling match he was killed by the walking dead. Lrulraylbin wanted to steal the riches the bigger folk had collected, but was killed by a dwarf because he couldnt fight. Saddened by his two brothers' deaths, Jdarmebolg convinced himself that fear would bring peace to the kobolds. If Jdarmebolg could convince the bigger folk that the kobolds were not to be taken lightly, they would never raid them again.
Needless to say, it hasn't been the easiest task.
Jdarmebolg has an orange coat covering him from his ears to his muddy toes. On his head and on his back are scars bearing the name of his brother, Lrulraylbin, "Lr". Jdarmebolg leaves the "Lr" symbol wherever he goes, hoping the bigger folk will believe that Lrulraylbin had come back from the dead to take vengeance upon them despite the fact that those who would care or even know about him are counted on one hand. Despite this Jdarmebolg continues the work his idols of brothers left behind, spreading caches of stolen treasures in random locations and creating safeholes for wandering kobolds to take advantage of. Built with almost suicidal courage and cunning, Jdarmebolg takes on the world, an opponent more than capable enough of handling the mischief he calls the 'kobokrusaid'.
Jdarmebolg has a bitter hatred of dwarves, having killed his brother, and a fear of the undead for similar reasons. He loves colorful bits of shine and carrots for their crunch.
He has recently received some burning on his fur from the misuse of a flint/steel that he aptly calls "The Darkshiny of Dagon", retrieved from an abandoned elvish outpost far to the west.
Also recently, he has found arrows do in fact hurt.
Needless to say, it hasn't been the easiest task.
Jdarmebolg has an orange coat covering him from his ears to his muddy toes. On his head and on his back are scars bearing the name of his brother, Lrulraylbin, "Lr". Jdarmebolg leaves the "Lr" symbol wherever he goes, hoping the bigger folk will believe that Lrulraylbin had come back from the dead to take vengeance upon them despite the fact that those who would care or even know about him are counted on one hand. Despite this Jdarmebolg continues the work his idols of brothers left behind, spreading caches of stolen treasures in random locations and creating safeholes for wandering kobolds to take advantage of. Built with almost suicidal courage and cunning, Jdarmebolg takes on the world, an opponent more than capable enough of handling the mischief he calls the 'kobokrusaid'.
Jdarmebolg has a bitter hatred of dwarves, having killed his brother, and a fear of the undead for similar reasons. He loves colorful bits of shine and carrots for their crunch.
He has recently received some burning on his fur from the misuse of a flint/steel that he aptly calls "The Darkshiny of Dagon", retrieved from an abandoned elvish outpost far to the west.
Also recently, he has found arrows do in fact hurt.