Aside from the mass amount of useless, invaluable trash that Sootscale Kobolds have within their treasure horde you are able to sift through the mess to uncover a number of Valuable Items:
7,430 cp, 2132sp, 312gp, A heavy Steel Shield shaped to resemble a Roaring Lions Head, 7 +1 Flaming Arrows, A soiled pair of Boots of Elven Kind, a rotting leather sack.
The sack contains the items stolen from Oleg's by bandits upon our heroes arrival and contains the following: 321sp, 249gp,13pp, a plain Bronze Wedding ring set with a single pearl (Svetlana's Wedding Ring), and a single dose of Dust of Illusion. My You also recover TARTUKS personal gear: Mwk Cold Iron Sickle, Bracers of Armor +2, A wand of Magic MISSLE (CL 3, 38 charges), A magnificent Topaz (500gp), and TARTUKS journal (Detailing his life as a Gnome cursed to live as a Kobold). The journal also hold a single scroll of Fly (which TARTUKS planned to use to commit suicide once he grew tired of living).
The Map inside TARTUKS Journal reveals locations in the West marked Grand Hog and River Dragons. You conclude that these areas likely are homes to Risk gutter and the Taetzylwyrms ( both of which have sizable bounties on them at Oleg's Trading Post).
Memoirs of Flynn Mobious Magnomir: A word on the Societal Efforts of the Kobolds of The North-Eastern Greenbelt Region.
ReplyDeleteAs is standard for their race, the Greenbelt Kobolds, who refer to themselves based on their current Chieftan, as the Sootscale tribe, are pitiful creatures. While certainly a step above their now-destroyed territorial rivals, the Mites of The Sycamore,the Kobold tribe is no less content to live in their warrens, in close proximity to one another, devoid of any concerns of privacy. The tribe appears to be greatly influenced into superstitious belief at the edict of their tribal leaders (their strongest combatant being their warchief and their most potent spell-caster being their shaman), or even by rumors that garner widespread hearsay and turn into their own truth.
Their weapons range from pathetic to shoddy. They do not seem to have learned the art of the forge, relying on stolen weapons, or ones scraped together from broken parts. The lowliest of them use spears made of sticks with pointy rocks tied together with leather straps. The latter weapons rarely see more than 1 use before breaking.
Armor among them seems to be no better than unremarkable leather.
Proper wizardry, or even the lesser art of formal alchemy would seem to be far beyond their potential, given their limited intellect. Their magic-users are called shamans, yet it remains unclear if these are sorcerers drawing upon their blood magic, or closer to the Shaman spirit-speakers of the Mwangi peoples. The only magic user my fellow adventurers came upon in the tribe was a reincarnated gnome sorcerer.
Tribe society is incredibly basic - with kobolds daily concerns limited to gatheting food. No forms or instruments of music, art, or storytelling were observed other than fearfully drawn imaged of their false "hero-god".
Kobold children, or hatchlings ad they are dubbed, retain the same sort of chikd-like curiosity found in those of the more civilized races. I speculate that sometime during adolescence they lose this concern for the wide world as they must focus solely on feeding their ever-expanding tribe.
Little else can be said about these unremarkable, primitive civilization. Perhaps with some guidance, they might be turned to produtvive living such as ore mining, but such efforts are unworthy of my time.
As an FYI, I claimed the Wand of MM.
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