The one with the kinda greyish scales cheated on the one with the dog face. Call me old fashioned, but it never works out when kobolds from different editions get together.
That one on the left claims to have the best traps. The one on the right says her traps are shit. Take it from me, the left hand one absolutely has the best traps. (Winks with their one remaining eye and limps away).
Look, if ya know one thing about Kobolds, it’s that if one adventurer comes along, they’re gonna lose almost their whole clan. The mortality rate on these little freaks is sky high. So when one clan has a disagreement with another clan, they don’t go to war like we do. This is how they settle their problems with minimal loss of life. If they killed each other as much as we killed ‘em, there wouldn’t be none left.
Oh… Oh honey. They’re not *fighting*. Do we have to talk about the birds and the bees?
I threw a silver piece on the ground. Don’t feel bad for ‘em – they were trying to kill me not two minutes ago.
They’re just hangry. Give ‘em a ration and they’ll calm down.
Oh, that? That’s just their mating ritual. Yeah, this is the equivalent of human marriage.
Who, Buggo and Uggo? They’re siblings. They fight more than they talk.
I wouldn’t wait around to see how it turns out, mate. They’re fighting for the right to see who gets to stab you first.
That rat over there? It’s name is fuzzball. Each of them thinks it’s their pet. The rat couldn’t care less either way – it just likes the cheese they feed it.
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Bones. So many bones. How many people have been buried here?
You find a rusty long sword and a small, golden vulture head worth 250 gp.
The sand here on the edge of the sacrificial ground is loose and looks recently churned.
The Vulture Priests are the enemy of knowledge and enlightenment. They seek to bring the eternal silence, the end of all things. Decay and obedience is their only god.
Armor Class 6 [13]
Hit Dice 1 (4hp)
Attacks 1 × Beak (1d4 or by weapon)
THAC0 19 [0]
Movement 120’ (40’)
Saving Throws D12 W13 P14 B15 S16 (1)
Morale 8 (11 when at their temple)
Alignment Lawful
XP 10
Number Appearing 2d4 (1d6 × 10)
Treasure Type D
Immune to the Divine: The spells and powers of clerics and paladins have no effect on them.
Weapons: They frequently use wickedly curved daggers, which they use for sacrificial purposes.
Soul Clouders: There is a 10% chance that any Vulture Priest can use the sleep spell once per day. The targets are still awake, but they are beset by such a deep depression that it has the same effect as sleep. They may only watch what unfurls around them.
