Hello everyone! Given that one of two of the players who haven't posted recently might be dropping out, Chula has given me permission to create a possible addition to the party.<br/><br/><del>His sheet is not 100% done (almost though! I just need to finish his equipment and traits and things like that), <del>and I haven't got all of his tribal interaction stuff down yet</del>, but here's some foundations for folks in case they're considering how they might react to other members of the party.<br/><br/><strong>Update: Mythweavers sheet, tribal reaction/social stuff/ambitions all done! I think I'm ready.<br/></strong><br/></del><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/ee/f6/eef6ec6b38c38ad3b97da9b5de81db90.png)</div>Pozhvim (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1753789) (N Male Kobold Bloodrager)<br/><br/>Description: Pozhvim is a bit of a small kobold for a male, but he’s not scrawny. He owns a couple of outlandish human dresses which fit him quite well, one a rich purple and one a medium grey with orange trim that matches his eyes. He spends a lot of time trying to take care of these, repairing them and cleaning them. They’ve become rather patchy over time, but he still looks amazing. He carries a few minor gewgaws, but no weapons…In combat he uses his somewhat draconically oversized array of teeth and his claws and tail to shred enemies in a rather distressingly berserk fashion.<br/><br/>What would other characters know about them?: He looks and smells like a Sootscale, but despite this, he was an outsider who joined the tribe several years ago. He's oddly quiet, unless asked or invited to speak, and he's socially somewhat awkward and weird. Rumor has it that Pozhvim was raised by humans. It’d explain the dresses, the flawless human-talk (and halting, non-fluent draconic) and his early lack of understanding of what was necessary knowledge for any kobold. In the time he’s been with the tribe, he’s learned a lot and become more useful, but he still seems to act like others know better than he does and submissively allows himself to be led around and set to various tasks without complaint…A tendency which some of the tribal kobolds abuse rather flagrantly, as his willingness to work without question is one way to get out of undesirable jobs, provided you don’t care if they’re done perfectly. This extends to his sexuality; Pozhrim doesn’t seem to start things with other kobolds, but he’s quite easy to put on his back and seems entirely willing to do pretty much whatever is asked of him, regardless of the gender of his partner. He often makes daisy-chains and flower-crowns from faintly-glowing fungus, and seems to have trouble seeing in the dark.<br/><br/>Connections<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chief Sootscale</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Prior to the mite invasion, Sootscale was seriously considering booting Pozhrim from the tribe due to his overall noncompetitiveness and inefficacy at most things kobold-ish. The bloodthirsty effectiveness with which Pozhrim fought off attackers has given him pause, both because warriors are useful, and because trying to get rid of someone who flips from meek and subservient to berserk frenzy is a dangerous undertaking.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tartuk</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Tartuk is the main figure urging Chief Sootscale to get rid of Pozhrim, but it’s nothing personal. As the food supply dwindles, Tartuk has had a constantly updating list of kobolds who aren’t ‘pulling their weight’ for the starving tribe.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Meepo</div><div class="spoiler_body"> The old trapmaker is actually one of Pozhrim’s supporters, as the outsider kobold is invariably obedient and helpful when Meepo demands it, and will listen to the old kobold’s stories in attentive silence for hours.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thrix</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Since Pozhrim’s combative talents came to light, Thrix has ttried to draw him out a few times into practicing sparring, but seems to be disappointed when he doesn’t try his hardest to win. He defends himself moderately well but seems hesitant to attack her.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shriketongue</div><div class="spoiler_body"> approves of Pozhrim for reasons rather similar to Meepo; Pozhrim is a very attentive audience.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nakpik</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Nakpik has sounded out Pozhrim extensively on what he knows of the forest and the surface (after all, the tribe’s scouts found him wandering around the woods years ago), and while she’ surely has more experience and knowledge than he in most things (he seems rather insightful about humans), her recent confinement with the foraging parties being halted has led her to revisit these conversations extensively (it doesn’t hurt that he respectfully defers to her). He’s probably fairly high on her list of potential foragers if Sootscale permits another sorty.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Uurgl</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Pozhrim doesn’t seem to care about Uurgl’s existence one way or another. He killed other mites during the raid, but he doesn’t torment the prisoner except when others (mostly Nakpik, who he seems loath to disappoint) make their expectations clear.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Biography</div><div class="spoiler_body">Once, there was a kobold.<br/><br/>No, scratch that. Once there was a gamekeeper, a hunter of sorts who specialized in acquiring exotic creatures for his lord’s menagerie. He was a halfling, and quite skillful. In fact, quite magically so, to such great extent that few saw him, whether beast or man, unless he chose to permit it.<br/><br/>He was roaming far afield from his lordship’s lands, returning with the egg of a gryphon, when he stumbled across the kobold’s lair. It wasn’t much to look at, but the gamekeeper knew that sometimes such creatures burrowed beneath the lairs of dragons, so he resolved to investigate. No kobold saw him, and he watched as they passed, located their traps and pitfalls before padding stealthily past them. He had little hope of finding draconic treasure, as the lands thereabout did not seem marked by dragons, but he was the sort who always checks. Pursuing his inquiry, he of course went to those tunnels most heavily guarded, and it was there that he found the egg-chamber.<br/><br/>The halfling thought only a moment before slipping a single egg into his pocket when the guardians’ backs were turned. After all, his lord hadn’t any kobolds he knew of, and while they were unimpressive creatures, his lordship was something of a perfectionist in many ways. The halfling reasoned that he’d present it as a bonus, a gift, and if his lordship saw fit to reward him, well and good. If it was undesired, then a simple kobold was easy enough to be rid of.<br/><br/>His lordship was not terribly impressed, but neither was he offended. A small cage was prepared with an appropriate placard, and in time the unimpressive little egg hatched…Much to the consternation of the goose who was brooding on it along with several other eggs. Of course, the goose’s squawking and the faint, hissing shrills of reptilian alarm attracted attention.<br/><br/>The lord’s precocious young daughter was who found it, else this tale might have turned out quite differently. She showed her father the ‘baby dragon’ she had rescued, and it clung weakly to her, big orange eyes trying to focus on the loud, bright and colorful world around it. She announced that Ms. Dragon was her new baby, and her father hadn’t the heart to take it away from her (or at least, to withstand the temper tantrums which resulted when he suggested other, better pets for her). The kobold and the girl grew up together, fast friends, despite the kobolds apparent slowness. He (the huntsman had checked, and while the princess clung to her statement that the ‘baby dragon’ was a female, others knew better) had his claws and teeth regularly blunted, a process which was always accompanied by the girl’s careful reassurance, as the kobold found it rather nerve-wracking. She put him in some of her doll dresses, and later, as he grew, into some of her own dresses before the lord gave in and had a seamstress sew some nice dresses for the little creature.<br/><br/>Despite the worries of the lord and the huntsman, the creature seemed absolutely uninclined to attack the girl, and played with her with patient enjoyment. It even once killed a rather large rat which had somehow gotten into the nicer chambers of the keep. She taught her playmate the common tongue, and how to stand and walk and curtsey, and finally insisted that the kobold attend her lessons with her. <br/><br/>And here is where the happy story ends. The little girl’s teacher was a mage of some skill (perhaps less of a mage than the gamekeeper, in many ways, but a better teacher of courtly things), and his frustration with his young charge was redoubled when she insisted that Ms. Dragon be taught, too. <br/><br/>It’s not clear quite what went awry, as the girl’s story is rather different from her tutor’s, but the teacher, knowing he couldn’t punish the lord’s daughter for her misbehavior, threatened to punish the kobold, and picked it up. What happened next is not entirely certain, but the young lady insisted the kobold was just scared and trying to protect her. In any event, the tutor had a rather large chunk taken out of his arm despite the kobold’s blunted teeth.<br/><br/>And that was the end of the life Ms. Dragon had known. He found himself tied up in the heavy winter hide cloak that kept him warm, put in a carriage, and unceremoniously dumped by the side of a road in the woods, far, far away from anywhere he recognized. By the time he’d wriggled out of the ropes around him, the carriage was long gone. He wandered a while, gathering flowers to make garlands and flower crowns (his young companion had taught him many useful wilderness skills!) before finally encountering, for the first time, another kobold.<br/><br/>The Sootscales named him Pozhvi, after an old Draconic word which means ‘useless.’ He couldn’t see well in the dark, his claws and teeth were recovering from being blunt, he couldn’t speak Draconic, he couldn’t hunt, couldn’t make traps…But on the other hand, he was friendly, and he let himself be led around and taught things (note: he's quite submissive in his new surroundings and very easy to take advantage of), he smelled like a Sootscale kobold and even looked rather similar to many of them, but although for the past decade he has been learning their language and trying to make himself useful by digging (badly), helping with traps (requires supervision) and hunting and gathering (he's getting there...), and frequently weaving nice dully-glowing fungus crowns and chains for his friends, he has recently becoming viewed as something less than a benefit to the community. <br/><br/>That is, until the mites came, and attacked Ms. Dragon’s friends. They found Pozhvim after the attack, curled up in his heavy hide cloak and dress and quite liberally coated with the blood of the group of dead mites around him. Before the last of the mite offensive was beaten back, he’d fought a few more, and there were witnesses who attested that he was a skilled but dangerously unpredictable fighter. <br/><br/>In the aftermath, this newly recognized ability has been enough to temporarily quiet the voices of those who feel that he’d be better off put outside or killed so he doesn’t uselessly impact the tribe’s dwindling food supplies, but unless there are more attackers, this limited ability probably won’t endear him to the tribe for long.<br/><br/>Pozhvim has been with the tribe around a decade...but he secretly hopes that one day he'll find his childhood human princess friend again.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ambitions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pozhrim is an odd kobold in a number of ways, but possibly his ambitions (or seeming lack thereof) are what sets him apart the most from the tribe. A dedicated follower of whatever strong figure is closest, he seems to find his own satisfaction in pleasing others. Secretly, he hopes that perhaps some day he will find his way back to his childhood human friend and his life will return to nights in a warm bed in a big castle (well, it seemed big to him), easy tasty food, and plenty of games and tea parties with his princess.</div></div>