<div class="floatright">(http://tgchan.org/kusaba/meep/src/135657856669.jpg)</div><strong>Yipyip, Magitech Drummer</strong><br/><hr/>On the journey, Yipyip had been content to nurse a drink in silence, in the wagon they had rented. He gazed at the gold piece in wonder he had earned at the previous, and in his own private world he dreamed. Dreamed of flying on great wings that sprung from his back, dreamed of the scales lining his body as large as an ogre's fist, each, dreamed of breath that froze men in their tracks, turned them to ash, or melted them down to a puddle of sludge. A great horde of cool coins, each one musically clinking as he shifted, lay strewn beneath his enormous body and he could see himself throwing beings into the air, tossing them 20 feet or more into the air with a casual gesture, only for them to be caught by the soft innards of his mouth as they slid down his gullet.<br/><br/>He was suddenly broken out of his reverie as he thought he heard his name called. He quickly looked around to see who needed him, to where he must scamper to fulfill one of the many chores heaped upon him by the others, apparently mostly for their amusement as he was of little use when it came to lugging things about. Still, he accepted it as he accepted most things in his lot in life. He was a kobold, one of the small, scaled dragon-like (most would draw closer comparisons to lizards) creatures that populated the more chaotic areas. Having left his tribe long ago, he had been taken by wanderlust, but had been thus far chased from one place to another. He was still chased away sometimes, but at least now he could come crying to some of the other band members, and one or two had been willing to take his side in arguments or defend him against town bullies who obviously thought he was alone and easy prey.<br/><br/>An errant hand almost dropped to the holster where his tiny double-barreled caster gun (http://atocustom.weebly.com/uploads/2/1/3/9/2139366/9900411.jpg) sat, the plethora of bullets containing magical energy imbued within them in the belt pouch at his other side in easy reach. He had wanted to blow them away, show the bullies what it meant to pick on him... but it had been forbidden to him by the band members. Well, at least it didn't happen anymore, he comforted himself. His natural sneakiness had allowed him to avoid trouble more times than he could count, and at least on that he was grateful.<br/><br/>He watched some of the other band members move off in order to prepare for the night of wild sex and abandon that would inevitably follow tonight's events, an almost morose look on his face. Few mammals, by far and wide the most numerous type of race in this area, liked the feel of his scales against their skin, his cold-blooded nature causing them discomfort as he sucked up their warmth while never radiating any of his own. True, he had bedded a yuan-ti or two, as well as one of the lizardfolk and even a sahuagin once, but those tended to be few and far between, these equally monstrous races having been chased out long ago from the more civilized areas, especially since they lacked his size advantage that allowed him to remain unnoticed much of the time.<br/><br/>Still, an order was an order, and he stumbled as he left his seat to lope slowly away the wagon they had occupied, leaving the treasured ale in his mug within the wagon with a longing glance before wandering off. If he had any luck, he could get lost and enjoy the sights of the town without too much trouble before rejoining the others after their night of revelry--if he was able to stay out of trouble. And so he found himself beginning to disappear into the crowd, jostled from all sides and unrecognized, having been well-hidden behind his massive drum set when they had been playing.