Lyca
New Member
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Bean the Town Guide
kobold
It has been business as usual for the little green kobold named Bean, giving tours to new arrivals. Serving them complementary mugs of coffee before giving them a little push in the direction of other businesses. To teach them about what resources are available at Fortune Hills so that they can get accommodated, registered, and to help them feel at ease in their new home. That was his only job, and he didn’t even need money; well, not the same green paper or virtual bank credits humans are so keen to.
Imagine his surprise, when a band of humans mill into the street from the trees. Surely it was a trick, maybe they were still hiding- must have been so used to it on the outside. But the smell. They didn’t smell any different, no different from a human. Even having been so long ago, Bean remembers.
“Oh… no-no-no… not a trick,” Bean harshly whispers to himself as he rubs his eyes to wipe away what he’d hoped was an illusion. In a higher pitch he squeaks, “we’re being… invaded!” The dragon-looking kobold scurries with his backpack and baubles bouncing with each hop and step. He’s racing to the open roofed town hall, where the horn to summon either Ms. Moss, the Weatherman, or both will stretch to the recesses of their sanctuary.
Meanwhile the town catches a glimpse of what shouldn’t be present, and the band of humans see some very interesting characters. Perhaps there is a Comicon going on around here?
Imagine his surprise, when a band of humans mill into the street from the trees. Surely it was a trick, maybe they were still hiding- must have been so used to it on the outside. But the smell. They didn’t smell any different, no different from a human. Even having been so long ago, Bean remembers.
“Oh… no-no-no… not a trick,” Bean harshly whispers to himself as he rubs his eyes to wipe away what he’d hoped was an illusion. In a higher pitch he squeaks, “we’re being… invaded!” The dragon-looking kobold scurries with his backpack and baubles bouncing with each hop and step. He’s racing to the open roofed town hall, where the horn to summon either Ms. Moss, the Weatherman, or both will stretch to the recesses of their sanctuary.
Meanwhile the town catches a glimpse of what shouldn’t be present, and the band of humans see some very interesting characters. Perhaps there is a Comicon going on around here?