Howdy! This is Strix of the SilverScales, the second 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! Also, I'll be putting in a little bit more about the SilverScales in the story below with each picture, so if you like the story, be sure to look at the other pictures!
Strix holster his gun with a spin and punched Krieek on the arm teasingly as the walked through the stone hallways that made up their home. They lived in the clan of the Ever-Knotted Tails, a clan with kobolds who usually posses odd traits, such as miscoloured scales, fins, larger claws (Much like Krieek), and some even had poisonous saliva, like Strix himself. It wasn’t fatal or even remotely dangerous to the host, though it does cause an incontinent for affectionate kissing.
“So is it just us going, or are we gunna have to harass others to come with us. I don't care either way, I’m just asking.” Krieek asked, stretching out his body with a crack. Strix thought for a moment and swished his tail in thought.
“I guess we should, Ossarra is always busy being daddy’s girl that she’s probably licking his feet or something. Teearin doesn’t leave her gods damned side, so I suppose we should just get Leeick, which will be a job and a half.” Strix said with a sigh. Leeick was the youngest of their ‘group’; he was smaller than most kobolds, super fidgety and wore a cast iron mask for some bizarre reason, hardly ever saying a word. Strix was one of Leeick’s very few close friends, so if anyone could find the little kobold, it was him.
“Do you think Teearin helps lick the All-Watcher’s feet?” Krieek laughed, which Strix soon joined in. Teearin was the spell caster, and Ossarra’s ‘adviser’, which could easily be confused for her ‘nag’ or ‘buzzkill’. She always seemed to have her staff lodged somewhere else other than in her hand.
“Frankly,” Strix snorted. “It wouldn’t surprise me if she came up with tips on how better to lick his feet.” Strix straightened himself out and looked condescendingly at Krieek, adding a finger waggle in his face. “‘Now Ossarra, lick in good strong motions. We do NOT want the All-watcher to be uncomfortable. Be sure to go left to right, NEVER right to left!”
The pair instantly burst into laughter. Krieek and Strix had always been close friends, and it was nice for them to finally have a chance to enjoy eachother’s company for once. Krieek was always busy with whatever the hell he does, while Strix teaches marksmanship to the solders in training, along with teaching hatchlings with the similar poison mouth trait how to properly use it effectively.
“So captain,” Krieek recomposed himself, wiping tears from his eyes. “Where do we start looking for the munchkin?”
Strix shrugged, “No idea, I think yelling out probably will be the best bet. Leeick usually isn’t found unless he wants to be.” Strix inhaled and let out a hearty shout “Hey Leeick! Where you hiding! We need to talk to you!”
And within mere moments a pair of seemingly eerily glowing eyes emerged from the shadows…
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Strix is a Pistolaro gunslinger whos main ability is his poisonous saliva which allows him to put deadly mixtures onto his bullets!