conversations: human
conversations:  Ge'Xart, The Magnificent, as he would refer to himself, is a young topaz living along a serene ocean coast.  A rarity for his apparent age, he has attracted a Kobold tribe.  Many times he does not even take notice of the many bolds at his feet, content to watch for seafood most the day.  Interactions between the beast and tribe are erratic at best, a random idea might pop into his head that he subjugates the tribe to; but all in all it is a safe place for the Kobolds.
  
  Of course, you know about all of this; being one of five bolds involved in Ge'Xart's latest scheme, and currently longest sustained.  After a group of humans were torn apart by the dragon, he became interested in the phenomenon of adventuring.  Over the last year he has trained you in any way that he found possible, and today, he has called you before him at his usual ocean lookout.
  
  For all the chaos that ensues among the flighty tribe whenever he makes a demand, Ge'Xart seemingly does not notice your arrival for a good while.  Then abruptly the beast four-times your size speaks in his deep voice.   "You have learned quickly.  I believe you are ready."   Never does he look away from the water, nor does he seem to be planning on saying anything else before  some  reaction. 
conversations: Jjeinn-tae:
conversations: human
conversations:  At last!  Training is done, then.    A Kobold is prostrated on the ground, wearing a much tattered suit of studded leather. He shakes in excitement, even as he marvels - not for the first or last time - that the great Ge'Xart would speak with him.
  
   "Charkul is ready, oh Great Ge'Xart.  Point, and Charkul will do as you bid!"   Rising - ever so slightly - the Kobold calling himself Charkul unfurls leathery wings, that seem to almost make the small Kobold grow in size.  The wings and speech exude pure confidence, and the moonlight glints off the waters and studs in the armor, and it would all be very impressive...
  
  ...if Charkul wasn't absentmindedly gnawing on a table leg.  Still, pretty impressive for a Kobold.
conversations: Gengy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Probably the tallest, and certainly the heftiest kobold at the gathering, Pyke is clad in a chainmail shirt, and a number of spears and other weapons are strapped to his thin back.  His rust-brown scales hide his red eyes, which he keeps closed.  He remains kneeling and silent, deferring to the great dragon completely.  Unless ordered to do something different, Pyke might remain kneeling for hours.
conversations: CockroachTeaParty:
conversations: human
conversations:  Yx'inel kneels before the great dragon as the others. She had donned the scalemail, which she had coloured in a bright yellow in honour of Ge'Xart, and as camouflage at the beach, her spear laying in front of her. She tried to remember what a divine person should say at a time like this. She too had read some books, mostly about the different faiths that spread troughout the world. Her divine powers had come trough her in her sleep, so to speak, but that wouldn't do, of course, the image had to be perfect for the great yellow one. She tried it with a speech that sprung to her mind.
  
   "Serveth the dragons, and thus serveth thy tribe! So speaketh Kurtulmak, slayereth of gnometh, greateth stealthcaleth and.."  She trailed off. This was coming out with a lot more spittle and a lot less dignity then intended. Torn between the usual kobold feelings of terror and eagerness to serve her clan and master, she gave in to the third impulse of her kind.  "Ready for what, glittering Scalyness?" 
conversations: Mystral:
conversations: human
conversations:  [   Errath, male Kobold Wizard   ]     
   "Master Ge'xart thinks we're ready!"  Errath excitedly whispers to his blue-grey robe. The garment's only answer sounds a bit like a quiet and terrified croak. When he hears Yx'inel's speech and question, the small kobold looks up from his kneeling posture at the majestic, topaz-scaled dragon, an expression of eager dread on his face.
  
  Then, he nervously gives a hasty bow to demonstrate his readiness to be ready, before looking up again at the master-lord-god looming over them. Well, looming over the sea would be more precise, but Errath decides that he feels adequately loomed over, too.
conversations: Minstrel Wyrm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ge'Xart laughs, if it could be called that.  It's like a combination of a deep reptilian hiss and a booming cough.
  
   "Yx'inel, we've been at this for a good while now."   He says, with a deep, yet somewhat affectionate tone.   "Now is the time to take the first steps to riches.  You can only get so much use of the abilities you've honed here by the sea.  Field experience is required  The humans said that their kind often start dealing with bandits, but..."   The beast lets out a low droning sigh.   "Of course that is not much of a problem here."   By this point, Ge'Xart is looking in your direction, looking for reactions in your reptilian faces. 
conversations: Jjeinn-tae:
conversations: human
conversations:  With a puzzled look, Yx'inel looks at the great dragon while pondering this problem. Suddenly, her face lights up and she lifts a finger.  "I know, I know! Let's catch some humans or gnomes and make them be bandits, then we can deal with them!"  Obviously, she is very pleased with this idea. Of course, they couldn't train them as they were trained, but if they dressed them like bandits, that'd surely work.
conversations: Mystral:
conversations: human
conversations:  "In my readings, oh glittery one, I've found that many young adventurers practice on, ugh, us so called 'monster races'."  TikTik said distastefully after rising from her bow.  "Following Yx'inel's, lets say, 'train of thought', I postulate that we return this disgusting behavior in kind, oh Ge'Xart who is wise and all knowing, I'm sure this is where you were leading."   Because I got there first, you mighty buffoon.  
conversations: Phobia:
conversations: human
conversations:  [   Errath, male Kobold Wizard   ]     
  Errath's face seems crunched in deep thought. Then he, still thoughtfully, adds his comments to those of the two female kobolds.  "While gnomes would make for perfect bandits, I really would not wish to do trade with them. I'm sure they would be completely untrustworthy, and they are revolting anyway! But from some mentions in the books, I got the feeling that many adventurers start their 'quest' thingies by doing battle with rats ... or by poking around ruins?" 
  
  He cautiously looks up at Ge'xart, apparently unsure whether these things would seem adventurous enough for the dragon.
conversations: Minstrel Wyrm:
conversations: human
conversations:  It feels amazing to hear the dragon laugh, and to have him turn and speak directly to you...?  Charkul can only grin dumbly.
  
  He loses track of the conversation for a moment, mostly as TikTik starts using words like "postulate".  Charkul appears to be confused and a bit perplexed, but he shakes it off, and jumps in at the last thing said.
  
   "Yes!  Ruins!  Ruins would do us good.  Might find one still in caves.  Maybe even find one being... mined... by... dwarves?"   Charkul seems to be thinking hard about this.  He seems to forget that he should be bowing and scraping before the great Ge'Xart, and sits up, cross legged on the ground.
  
  The thought passes, and he begins looking at the other Kobolds around him with a bit of interest, as if suddenly realizing that he's not here alone.
conversations: Gengy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Pyke remains kneeling, eyes downcast at his feet.  He chances a glance at the dragon, completely unsure of himself.  Was he supposed to be talking?  He thought he was here to take orders?  He remains silent, although his tail twitches a bit with worry.
conversations: CockroachTeaParty:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Hmm,"  the dragon drones.   "You lizardlings never fail to surprise.
  
  Ruins I had not considered; that is more fitting."   He closes his eyes here thinking for a bit, and begins speaking again without opening them, briefly pausing a bit after each word with more than two syllables..   "To the south is an old settlement of a peculiar faction of dwarves.  It is no longer fully functional, but there are a few that remain fulfilling some function to the cities.
  
  Like any dwarven community, it has had its share of fine craftsmanship.  They left a bauble in its grandest building as a memorial.  I want it."   He lets a bit more of a rumble into his voice in his last sentence. 
conversations: Jjeinn-tae:
conversations: human
conversations:  Charkul leaps into the air in excitement, and drifts slowly back down to the ground in a lazy circle, a large - almost feral - grin on his toothy face.
  
    Dwarves!  Charkul was right!    The others momentarily forgotten again, Charkul adjusts his armor and puts the table leg onto his much abused tattered belt.
  
  Remembering himself, Charkul then bows his head and speaks loudly.   "What, oh Great One, kind of bauble is it that you desire?" 
conversations: Gengy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Eagerly nodding her scaled head, Yx'inel then bows again.  "Tell us what you wish, and it is as good as yours! How are these dwarfs peculiar, your scalyness? How do they displease you?"  In her heart burns the righteous fire of centuries of hatred between the bearded ones and the true masters of creation, the dragons. To long had they buried into the earth and stolen what were rightfully the dragons property!
conversations: Mystral:
conversations: human
conversations:  Pyke remains silent, but his posture changes; his muscles tense with the promise of violence.  His red eyes stay locked on Ge'Xart, tail twitching impatiently, awaiting command.
conversations: CockroachTeaParty:
conversations: human
conversations:  [   Errath, male Kobold Wizard   ]     
  After thinking deep and long about the dragon's revelation, Errath also poses a question.  "And what kind of function do these remaining bearded plagues fulfill, your ferociousness? Are they guards?"  He starts to take out some parchment to make notes about the grand quest awaiting them ...
conversations: Minstrel Wyrm: