Kobold Cursed Sword, Chapter 4

As morning broke upon Appleby, the sun's light began to shine over the town, illuminating the ruined town with tents dotting it. The sounds of birds from the blacked trees began to permeate the landscape around them. A figure stirred from under their sheets as the light from the window lit up their room. 

Eventually giving in, the lanky man from under the sheets stretched and got out of his bed. Yawning, he slipped on his worn slippers lying next to his bed. Walking over to the basin, perched upon the small table he splashed his face with the water within, drying off shortly after with a small towel. Barely clothed, wearing only his undergarments he paused then quickly splashed his pits, shaking quickly after. Nearly finished, he walked over to the small dresser to grab some clothes to put on. 

Opening it up his small, yet neat collection of clothes was presented. Some shirts and pants folded in the small shelves and a dark blue robe hung inside. He quickly dressed himself with a shirt, pants, and the robe, shortly after putting on a pair of well polished shoes. Just as he was about to exit his room, he paused to realize he was missing something. Quickly turning about to pick up the book lying on his bed, then exiting the room.

Kobold Cursed Sword, Chapter 3

Benbrek was on fire. The flames spread from roof to roof, illuminating the night for the villagers who were now trying to quell the flames. This wasn’t the only issue to ravage Benbreck however. A dragon posed another issue the town was attempting to respond to. The likely perpetrator of the fires now ravaging the town as most would assume. 

Yet despite probable cause, hundreds of witnesses, and piles of evidence it was unlikely that the dragon would be tried for its crimes. The courthouse would not be large enough to fit it, and more importantly was now only a pile of rubble.

As time passed however more organized attempts were being made to respond to the disaster ravaging the city. With the introduction of weapons to protect more and more water lines, disrupting them had become riskier. As such the dragon at this point had retreated to the back of the fire. Choosing to instead fan the flames with its massive wingspan. 

Kobold Cursed Sword, Chapter 2

It was morning.

As dawn broke, the sun started to illuminate the small camp in the ruins, stirring the kobold in her sleep. Surrounding her were several ripped open bags, which prior were filled with her provisions. With a mixture of drool and berry juice also coloring her mouth, you could tell that it had been a long night.

After exiting the Catacombs, the Kobold had managed to return back to her camp. Arriving, she ripped her provision bags open trying to fill the growing hole in her stomach. Managing to do so after tearing into about 2 pounds of her food in under 5 minutes, she downed berries, dried meat, and rather stale bread in a gruesome yet transfixing display. Shortly after she flopped to the ground, letting go of the sword that she had taken from the catacombs and falling into a dreamless sleep seconds later.

A sleep that the sun was now trying to break her out of. Its bright light warming yet disturbing the muddy red lizard, causing her to move to try and block it out. Yet despite her best efforts, the kobold started to blink out of sleep and soon after sat up. Yawning and then licking her lips as she started to stretch her arms.

Kobold Cursed Sword, Chapter 1

The life of a living sword is a life that can have its downsides. While you are often killing and cutting swaths of gore in the battlefield, no wielder lives forever. Then, you lie cold and unmoving in their hands waiting for another. Always noticing the withered claws grasping you in death as they did in life.

It was a shame he could never find the time to prepare another wielder. Which wouldn’t be a problem if the idiot hadn’t decided to protect his little kingdom on the front lines.

The fool thought that he could save his kingdom the same way he gained it. By leading a charge with his men and eating some arrows. Unfortunately Parr the Punctureless, became Parr the Pincushion in mere seconds of his first charge. Then Parr the Martyr in mere seconds more. His higher stature making him a larger target for the marauding bands. Something he didn’t quite seem to expect.