Keldourn looked no different than your average Kobold.  He stood at a meager two feet tall.  His black scaly skin and deep red eyes gave him a sinister look.  All in all he was unremarkable to the hundreds of adventurers that had crossed his path.  That is why they never expected his strength.  That’s why they were all dead and he was still alive and kicking.<br/><br/>Keldourn had been born different from the other Kobolds in his warren.  He had been blessed by the divine with druidic strength.  When he was of age he was sent away to train under the tutelage of an ancient blue dragon.  His powers grew exponentially under the dragon’s watch.  He mastered the ability to take the form of other creatures.  With his masters expansive knowledge of creatures Keldourn learned to become the deadliest of monsters.  From the massive dire polar bear, which was the size of a small hut, to the tiniest of Fey, Keldourn sported an arsenal like none other.<br/><br/>He was ecstatic to return to his warren and show his family what he had learned.  No longer would they fear the adventurers who came to raid their dwellings in hope of gold and glory.  As he entered the mouth of the cave that lead to his former home, he realized immediately something was amiss.  The traps that served as warnings that someone had entered had all been sprung.  There was a heavy stench of death in the air.  He raced through the hidden tunnels to the main chambers of the warren.  What he saw ripped his heart asunder.  His entire family lay slaughtered.  Not even the women and children had been spared.  He spent the next week burying and mourning the dead.<br/><br/>He spent the next ten years hunting adventurers.  The self righteous hypocrites that had taken everything from him would feel his pain.  He hoped his hunt would fill the hole left in his heart.  Every adventurer he took down was for one of his fallen kin.  After ten years he had finally avenged the last of his warren.  However, the emptiness was still there.  He wandered the lands looking for a purpose.  That is when he found a young warren in the Hassef Mountains.  He had found new home.<br/><br/>With his strength and knowledge he defended the warren from the would be adventurers that would raze it.  What happened to his kin would not happen again, not as long as he was alive.  Many of the adventurers were young and naive.  They were no match for the experienced Keldourn.  Many hadn’t even gotten their first magical item.  Keldourn, on the other hand, had a slew of items from those he had defeated.  He thought that the small village at the foot of the mountains would stop sending adventurers when they continued to not return.  As he looked into his scrying glass, he realized that it had been too much to hope for.  It seems they had hired another to raid the warren.<br/><br/><strong>“Stupid bloody idiots, will they ever learn.”</strong><br/>He left his room to inform the others and reinforce the traps.<br/>