Art by  goat-kid

Deep within the mountainous jungles of her homeland Kobold tribes lack the fear and cowardice of their brethren in more "civilized" lands. Industrious and bold they built great temples of stone and gold and cities that weaved through the trees.

Ankre blessed with scales of Obsidian & Gold was chosen at her hatching to be a shaman. Spirits flocked to her side even then to attend her needs. Her beauty, the favoritism the spiritual world showed her, and natural aptitude for the training made others jealous.

None were more envious of her than a rival shaman named Tenoch. Believing that every gift the gods and spirits heaped upon Ankre was rightfully intended for him. It would not be until a day of holy rituals that the rivalry between the two would end.

Ankre would be challenged by Tenoch to ritual combat. Their blood and the body of the loser would bless the year's harvest. Tenoch was ferocious and skilled in combat, yet Ankre had the spirits on her side. Tugging her away from blows that would have proven grievous. The ritual lasted nearly an hour. Ankre did not have the stamina of her rival and the spirits could only do so much. Uttering a prayer of war as Tenoch made a final leaping lunge to try to finish this Ankre thrust her spear upward, the obsidian tip erupting from the top of Tenoch's head.

As the ritual was now over Ankre did not witness the transformation of her spear. The obsidian spearhead shattering as a great emerald green one took it's place, with slivers of emerald floating around it. Flames erupted around Tenoch's body as it was consumed almost entirely. All that remained was his skull impaled upon her spear. A totem of war, and the hunt.

(Hope you all like this little backstory. hopefuly I'll get to talk about her saber toothed jaguar companion Khaerosh next time)