Slaughter (Kreet 1)
#1 of Kreet
This is a new work of fiction I'm doing and is expected to be quite long. Other than being set in a vaguely D&D setting, it's otherwise completely my own work and is my first attempt at a true novel-length thing. As a coming-of-age story, it will have some sexual content but is by far not a sexually oriented story. If you're looking for porn, you're going to have to read a hell of a lot to get to anything even slightly lewd and you'll be severely disappointed.
Also I will include illustrations as I can find or get them. Most will not be of Kreet, but of other kobolds I found around the Internet. I'll attribute them to their artist clearly, so I'm not trying to steal them - but they are the inspiration for Kreet. The illustration here is currently the only one I have specifically of Kreet herself, though I'll likely commission more. I've currently 9 "chapters" written but I expect a lot, lot more.
*First 6 chapters edited by Kazerad and his Minions. If you write something you really want other people to read, get someone to proofread it. You suck at grammar whether you know it or not.
The Long and Exciting Life of Kreet the Kobold
Chapter 1: Slaughter
They found 5 gold pieces, and one of them said he had leveled up. That was the sum total of what the Adventurers had managed to gain by slaughtering Kreet's entire family. As the youngest member of her clutch, she was still hiding in the little cubby high above watching the torch bob back down the passage deeper into the tunnels that were all she knew of life. Of course, they had expected this would happen eventually. The life of a kobold was notoriously short and even at her young age she didn't really hate the people that regularly came venturing down into her home.
Usually her family just hid in one of the myriad tunnels that branched off of the main paths. Before her own family was wiped out she had seen four other clutches massacred and she'd learned that was just the way of her kind - oh, they fought back. They always fought back. She'd heard of other races that had no concept of ownership, but kobolds were certainly not one of those races! When a Big Person, or more often, Big Persons found the home of a clan of kobolds, the kobolds would attack without reservation until the last one was dead. She knew that the top-dwellers considered them evil because of that.
It was true there was no negotiating with a clan. There was only fight, kill or die. Later she would learn that there were alternatives, but no one she had met in her short life understood that. Now they were all dead, and the little box that had held her family's five gold pieces lay smashed into splinters, stained red with the blood of her father. She wept silently, waiting for the torch light to fade completely from view before she ventured out into the little space that she had called home. She wasn't worried about visibility. She could see in pitch darkness due to the unique structure of her eyes. But even the flicker from a distant torch would reveal more than she really wanted to see of what remained of her family. Her dark-vision would be blessedly monochromatic.
A sniffle escaped her snout, unbidden. It wasn't much. Just the quietest of sniffles. But apparently it was enough. One of the Adventurers was still nearby and heard it. He had been sitting silently just beyond her line of sight in the darkness. He lit a torch and she tried to shrink back again, eyes wide with fear. She knew enough about Adventurers to know they never stopped investigating till their curiosity was sated. She was doomed.
The problem with kobolds was not a lack of bravery nor a lack of intelligence, really. No, the problem with kobolds was a lack of size, strength and technology. Any average Big Person could kill an entire clutch if equipped with even modest armor and a steel blade. It didn't help that the kobold would be pounding on his knees with her fists or trying to scale his legs to attack more vital bits. Once a kobold saw red, they would not relent until they were dead - which didn't take very long usually. On the rare occasions that a group of kobolds actually gained enough technology to equip themselves with more than small sticks and wear anything more substantial than thin cloth, they _could _be formidable. But Kreet didn't live in those circumstances. She was just one of a clan of kobolds living in an obscure network of caves in an even more obscure country above.
Security through obscurity had worked fairly well until now. But she heard the man below searching for her and she doubted she would see much security once she lost her obscurity. She was beginning to see red - then a head came into view and she knew her time was up. She didn't hesitate. It was in her blood. She attacked.
But, instead of spending her last seconds scratching at the hair of her fated doom, she found herself instead inside a cage. She rattled the bars and screamed; but the Big Person who held the cage just looked at her.
At first she was happy to see he wasn't wearing any metal. If she could get free of this cage, she very likely would be able to actually scratch him enough to make him bleed - and that would be a pretty significant victory, especially for such a young kobold.
"Calm down, little one," the Big Person said in her language. This startled her. She had never heard a Big Person speak in the kobold tongue before. She'd never even heard _tales _of a Big Person that could talk properly. She looked at the huge head peering into her cage and cocked her head to one side. The red left her vision.