El wakes up to small white flowers all around the barn. He sits up and slowly knits a flower crown. With a tiny arts and crafts project out of the way, he sets his finished work down next to his bed and gets ready for work. He heads to the mill once again to keep working. There was a large harvest this year.

Earn Capital

Result = Silver Earned

25% chance random event

Profession: Farming

17(D20)+10(Skill) + 5(Prosperity)=32

94%= No event

Kib works in his mine. The time spent alone and underground leaves him with time to contemplate. He had no one left. He worked to pass the time at this point. Just waiting for his new friend, El, to come to visit him.

Earn Capital

Result = Silver Earned

30% chance random event

Profession: Mining

13(D20)+8(Skill)=21

62%= No event

El grabs the flower crown before leaving the farm. He heads to Kib's mine, travelling down the road. Reaching the warren he starts to move quietly down the tunnels and sneaks up from behind him. The kobold twitches as the flower crown is set on his head. He reaches up and gently brushes a claw down a petal.

“Is this magic, protective, or some religious mumbo jumbo?” Kib asks as he tries to look up at the accessory.

“I’m too poor for magic. It’s a gift from the fey.” El steps back from Kib.

“Fey? Fey and dragons never got along,” Kib states.

“Well, maybe you can blaze a new path.” El shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, I’m ready to kill something now that I’ve properly accessorized.” Kib pulls his flower crown firmly into place.

And the two go hunting. They face off against a few goblins who go further into the Kobold’s territory. Almost all the way to the Warren. One of them shouts out before he dies that they won’t be wiped out by two kids. Kib winces, understanding the goblins' speech, but El doesn’t know their language.

Gained EXP

El

7600/7500

Level 2 -> Level 3

Level Up

One Level of Commoner

Health 18/18

Health 25/25

Heroes Fortune

Gain a Hero Point

+1

Max increases to 5

Hero Points 1/5

+2

3/5

600

Kib

4200/7500

The two retire for the night. Having a successful fight. El feels the prowess of his skill growing.

Kib lays down in a room in the back of the warren. The floor is covered with child-like drawings of dozens of kobolds. His arms wrap around the drawings. Imagining himself in a kobold pile, his people’s traditional method of sleeping that they adapted to for safety reasons, Kib feels a hollow comfort from the art.

The kobold pulls the crown from his head and places it on his chest. His hands fold over it as he curls onto his side into a small ball. His eyes close and he drifts to sleep.

El stops halfway back to town, turning off the trail, and walking towards the edge of the fields. He walks the perimeter and comes to the fence. He doesn’t have any offerings, he doesn’t have any purpose, and he has no intentions to hunt or find the fey.

The farmhand stops at the usual board and notes that one nail is missing and another is halfway out. He looks around, hearing a slight snicker, as it dawns on him that he interrupted the fey this time.

“If you have the time, I know someone who needs a friend,” El speaks softly.