Howdy! This is Krieek of the SilverScales, one of the 5 custom pieces of art i did for a Pathfinder Campaign im running about my favorite race in most roleplaying games, the Kobold! I'll be uploading the rest of the SilverScales over the next few days so stay tuned!
=+= Story =+= Krieek lied back against the top edge of a large rock and closed his eyes, between training, the arena and patrols he never really got much alone time any more. He let out a soft sigh and his eye lids began to drop before a gunshot rang through the air and a bullet cracked the stone he was on. Krieek unsheathed his blade and jumped down to his feet with surprising agility for his armour’s weight.
Krieek scanned the area with a stern gaze before a smirk slowly formed across his face and he put away his large broadsword. There was only one person he knew of that could fire a gun in the clan.
“Kehehe,” Krieek chuckled. “Come on out Strix, ya jerk.”
An ashen gray kobold with scars all over his body and a cheeky grin emerged from the shadows, twisting a heavily worn revolver around his finger. “Don't you got something you should be doing Krieek? It’s weird to see you relaxing,” Strix joked. “I was shaking in my armour to see it actually and I had to put a top to it.”
Krieek laughed and rolled his eyes, “You coulda just called out to me instead of tryin to lop off one of my feet.”
“I wouldn’t have hit you,” Strix smiled, rolling his eyes. “I'm too good of a shot.”
“How you manage anything with that metal deathtrap you call a gun is impressive, that thing has more battle damage than you do, and that takes major skill.” Krieek noted, looking at the old firearm. The revolver was old, worn and damaged; only Strix seemed to be able to use it effectively.
“Anyway,” Strix moved the conversation away from his scars, “Ossarra wants us all to meet up with her in her father’s chamber, apparently he’s got some job for us.”
“Wants ‘us all’? Who else is she gathering than us?” Krieek tilted his head, stretching his arms out.
Strix grinned, “She’s getting the SilverScales for some special task.”
Krieek burst into a fit of laughter, “What? That stupid group we came up with as hatchlings? Why does she want to do that?”
Strix shrugged and poked at Krieek’s chest with his revolver, “You’re one to talk about it being a ‘stupid group’ when you got our log etched on your fancy armour.”
Krieek batted away the gun with his over-sized hand, “It was a spur of the moment thing, and don't point your death trap at me, gods know it might explode or something.”
“Hey, keep your giant mitts off my darling, she’s very fragile~” Strix joked, giving his gun an odd caress. “You coming or not there Orc Hands?”
Krieek sighed and shrugged, “Whatever, sure, who needs a day off anyways?”
=+= End =+=
Krieek's main ability is his large hands, which allow him to wield weapons a size category larger than him effectively and do more damage. He's a fighter and wears Mountain Pattern Armour.