little story about my favorite kobold monk. She's my D&D character of the now, standing 3 feet high. tall for her kind, and lives in an ancient fortress that has be rebuilt, rearmed and re manned by the sheer charisma and deeds of herself and her party. This fortress is situated in the northern wildlands, and currently in the middle of dead winter. how does a reptile survive you ask? well her boots(read: greaves) are magicaly enhanced to let her treat the cold like it's nothing up to -40C. Used to have her bunndled up like a small ball of fuz and moving bear skins.

I'm having too much with the character every game. Srsly she climbs and jumps like a mofo.

P.S. Staff is dragon bone, ripped out of the corpse of the first dragon she killed after it was all "Hurr i'mma dragon, you should respect, yo."