Fe'male jumped into a group of the kobalds. They looked different than the kobalds she was used to seeing back home and on the docks at Devils Bay, as if the pigment had been washed off their scaly skin. These creatures seemed a little off, crazed. She swung her halberd wide and strong.
Battle was the perfect way to get to know her fellow travel companions. It was the easiest language for Fe'male to understand. The paladin, Roland, glowed with holy light and used his hammer to smite the kobalds that ambushed him. The secretive half-elf, Loom, darted to and fro stabbing and slashing with speed and cunning. The human, Merghast, cowered by a large rock.
The battle proceeded with a lot of hacking and slashing and a few moments of teamwork. However, Fe'male was taken by surprise when she was cornered by a couple of kobalds. She was not surprised by their strategy, but that the human stood up confidently, pointed at one while whispering and the thing just took off. Loom quickly dispatched it and Fe'male took care of the other.
One kobald had barely survived this misguided attack. He lay dying in a pool of his own blood. Coughing he tried to speak. He did not call out for mercy, but spoke a single word repeatedly. The others in the party looked at him in confusion. Fe'male listened carefully to this things dying words. It was speaking Draconic, an old dialect.
Fe'male spoke aloud. "Herald"
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