The Great Migration
The Great baby Migration
After days of feasting upon the many dishes of the cook offs and the occasion careless loser your prepared for mighty tasks ahead as the Grand Master Iron Kobold’s personal fetch it now squad such as disposing of left overs and licking the Ancient Cauldron of Torgdom’s Tasty Rituals clean.
While preparing the Grand Master Ironnesses gigantic spit and fire you are grasped suddenly by the the holders of the royal cutlery (Spatula and Dessert spoon respectively), carried to grand hall you find yourselves watched by a gathering of nearly every kobold in the warren as you are place before King Torg’s (all hail King Torg) chicken bone throne.
Unravelling a large scroll as he steps from behind the massive forms of the holders of the royal cutlery (Knife and War Ladle) the Grand Master Iron Kobold tilts his chief’s hat before speaking.
“Upon His Hungriness demand I have recommended you … and another extensive list of kobolds to venture forth..”
A deep booming voice from the throne interrupts the Grand Master Iron Kobold.
“The migration of babies has arrived once more, the wagons of the human travellers will only stay for a short while.. in the previous years four of the plumpest babies were taken. I shall be expecting at the very least the same from you lest you replace them..” Ending with an most impressive burp King Torg (all hail King Torg) resumes his snacking upon what you believe is a kobold leg.
The chief assistants poke you motioning you to leave, ten hundred eyes watching you go.