With the sickening sound of sharpened claws tearing through flesh, another of Snax's friends drops to the ground, unmoving. While magic and missiles fly across the battlefield to subdue the attacking enemy, the littlest kobold of all throws himself haphazardly into danger to reach that crumpled body, wailing in despair as the clatter of battle swirls around him.

Skidding in to kneel against the bigger 'bold on the ground, Snax lets loose the tears, reaching weakly towards the chest of the stoneborn kobold that lays passed out on the cavern floor before him, those shallow, ragged breaths the injured mage labored to gasp forth seemed not long for this world.

Saturating his comrade with surprisingly-large amounts of gross eye fluids, Snax howls as he calls out to the heretical deity he's been babbling about incessantly. "DRAGON SAYS NO DIE!" he calls out, light enveloping his paws and spreading into those open wounds beneath him.

The other kobold gasps and bolts upright, the pain of those wounds forcefully mending shut awakening her with a start. Snax looks up to her with tears streaming down his grubby little face. "You said you wouldn't die.." he reminds the bigger 'bold of her broken promise, sniffling as the rest of the party fights on.

For the first few sessions of the game, Snax had the party (himself included) convinced he was just a rogue. Turns out his devotion to Dragon did have some fringe benefits...

Artstuffs courtesy of  Min.