In lieu of a convention background & description for Sarten (kobold warmage) I offer this vignette:
Sarten gave his usual series of knocks at the cabin door. On this occasion he wasn't wearing his armor, just a dark red robe to complement his rusty brown scales. Ordan opened the door and let Sarten in. Soon after they were enjoying dinner along with Ordan's sorceress mate Londra and son Jermi.
Sarten said "I understand, Ordan, my old friend. You deserve it, and Jermi needs a safe place to grow up. I like to think that we were more than just mercenaries. Stopping that demonic cult, for example, might have saved the city from chaos! Of course, it'll be hard on me. There aren't a lot of other kobolds around here. I might have to work with some of the big hairy folk."
Ordan asked him "Well, why not come south with us? I know you're not ready to retire, but I'm sure there's plenty of action to be had there, too. There will be kobold towns, and maybe even our cousins the dragons, and a warmer climate!"
Sarten replied "I'm tempted, of course. One day, I'll do just that. But not yet. I still have clients and friends here, but besides ... I think there's truth to that rumor of kobolds being used as slaves. I haven't given up on investigating it. Such injustice to our people must not be allowed to stand."
As Londra sipped her wine, Sarten could see by her tail flicks that she was agitated. She said "Perhaps you are right. For our familiy, this is the right move. But if you find your lead, send word. Ordan and I would share in that fight, as we have so many others with you."
Jermi looked on, wide-eyed, saying nothing.
Sarten gave his usual series of knocks at the cabin door. On this occasion he wasn't wearing his armor, just a dark red robe to complement his rusty brown scales. Ordan opened the door and let Sarten in. Soon after they were enjoying dinner along with Ordan's sorceress mate Londra and son Jermi.
Sarten said "I understand, Ordan, my old friend. You deserve it, and Jermi needs a safe place to grow up. I like to think that we were more than just mercenaries. Stopping that demonic cult, for example, might have saved the city from chaos! Of course, it'll be hard on me. There aren't a lot of other kobolds around here. I might have to work with some of the big hairy folk."
Ordan asked him "Well, why not come south with us? I know you're not ready to retire, but I'm sure there's plenty of action to be had there, too. There will be kobold towns, and maybe even our cousins the dragons, and a warmer climate!"
Sarten replied "I'm tempted, of course. One day, I'll do just that. But not yet. I still have clients and friends here, but besides ... I think there's truth to that rumor of kobolds being used as slaves. I haven't given up on investigating it. Such injustice to our people must not be allowed to stand."
As Londra sipped her wine, Sarten could see by her tail flicks that she was agitated. She said "Perhaps you are right. For our familiy, this is the right move. But if you find your lead, send word. Ordan and I would share in that fight, as we have so many others with you."
Jermi looked on, wide-eyed, saying nothing.