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One day Crud appeared. He was not wanted, nor was he welcome, but he existed none the less. And... to be quite honest, I am not quite sure if even Crud fully understood his own existence, or why he had been placed in the dominion of man.
After many years of trial and tribulation, Crud found a home. In the ditches of Calista's Citadel Crud discovered what it meant to be a Kobold. He could not read... or write... or even speak, at least anything intelligible. But, despite all of his shortcomings, Crud had a heart of gold. He yearned to join his fellow warriors on the field of battle. He yearned to be a hero, but a hero he was not.
On the 811th day of the 41st age after the fall of Avalon Crud discovered something truly magnificent. Laying in a dumpster, full of rats and oozy garbage, Crud found his one true love... an old rusty wrench. He played with it daily, either breaking something of great value or a poor villagers skull, completely by accident, was a common occurrence. Common enough to get Crud put on a list... a list which no Kobold has any business being on... a list that meant Crud's doom.
Into the depths of the world Crud fled, as he was being pursued by the bane of Kobolds, the Wizard #19. Bearing just his rune and his trusty wrench, Crud made his way to the gates of the Elysian Fields. Here he hoped to find a pony, but what he found suited him much better. An old boar he would ride into battle on, he would finally confront the Wizard #19.
After a short 4 seconds, Crud fell to the earth in defeat... he had lost. Awoken in the dark caverns of a strange lair, Crud was trapped in a cage. There was nothing he could do, he waited for his doom.
To be continued...
WiP: https://docs.google.com/document/d/14QV2X76w6n0vFEPAzHB8EtofZ9HPn-MFjZ2MbT_a-Zo/edit?usp=sharing
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