Recent content by Arkobold

A worried wheeze came from the small knight's open maw. His big eyes looked to Ophelia, then back to Osuin. Suspicious of the little critter the elf carried in her arms, and its long, sword like beak. It could stab right through his scales! He was sure of it. So. No way. He would not be going...

Arko, who too, was in the cold food storage, yipped. Yapped. Turned his head about, as he listened to the sound of the thing that had been trapped in there with him. Shivering. Cold. The little kobold, who had been trapped inside when he was helping fetch some juicy mushrumps, and may have...

Squire that he was, Arkobold did not have the discipline to hide his excitement at seeing his bolts land true. yippng with dry screech and near jumping out of his hiding spot, he quickly remembered his fragile mortality when the beast gave a rumbling roar full of agony. Then, he saw brave Syr...

Arkobold screeched in horror, as the creature came into view. Feline and bat winged, with a hood like a horrid serpent. It was the sort of thing that looked like it would eat a little Kobold up in one bite. Break every bone in his little body with but a single swipe. But while Arkobold hid...

At some point or the other, or maybe it was the point in between, Arkobold had scrambled away from the strange man, so strangely by himself and away from the party. He hoped, as he often did, that good things found the man. Or, at least that nothing bad came from his being around. But as he...

Ever on the hunt for the tasty, Arkobold snooped around the forest floor, snout low to the ground, as his flared nostrils sucked in hungry, tracking breaths. So focused was the young squire, with machine crossbow strapped to his back like a huge oversized hunk of metal, he had his eyes closed...

Dancing. No. Dancing was not Arkobold's favorite thing. Not here. Not with so many of the Big People about. And. He had seen a shrump. IN THE STARS. It was a sign. Clearly. It must have meant that there was a rare and juicy shrump hiding somewhere in the woods. Somewhere in the forest! So...

Arko stood before the halfling with mouth hung agape. "On the house?" he asked, with a bit of glee. "For me?" he looked down at the sack of stones and back at the pie giver. "Gift," he said. "It is a gift, from the Knights to the people," he wheezed with smile, swaddled in his warm leathers. He...

Waddling through the snow, there was a little squire, with scales red as bright berries from the mire. He was bundled up in thick leathers, fur lined and well stitched, but boy how did they itch. Wide eyed and snaggle toothed, he marched along. Well below all those who cheered about and played...

The big people gathered round. Sept, one of them was about as big as Arkobold. Probably half as young. Child. Yes. That's what he was. Not a dwarf. Arkobold stretched his snout out closer to the boy's direction and gave the air a sniff. No no, not a halfling either. Child. Yes. At the mention...

It was a fine ceramic plate the young kobold had managed to get into his hands. A thing glazed an emerald green, like the scented sprigs of a of an old and healthy pine. Prints of pinecones, and pine needle tufts were assorted about. It was not a perfect plate. Its edge bore some wobble. But...

Syr Sando gave a warm smile to the old man who had come out into the cold, lantern in hand. "Thank you kindly," the knight of dawn said as his mount came to stop beneath him. "Mighty fine thing you are doing, m' ser, offering your home and stables to travelers," he would hop off his stead, and...

Coin, coin. The Knights of Anathaeum, Wyld as they were, needed it. Yes. They needed it much as many folks did. To give their Syrs and Squires some bread, and beds, and arms and armor. Dutiful and valiant as they were, they all needed to be fed, clothed, and properly equipped for all the things...

Master... Master Faetherwind?! Arkobold's head bolted up, his eyes wide as quail eggs, they scanned side to side as his mouth hung agape. "Master of Loch?!" the little creature screeched.

Reading. Not one of his strong suits, but, a knight must always strive to improve. Nose burried in the pages of a tome he struggled to decipher, Arkobold was deaf to the conversation of the others.