Normally I don't like to talk about going to that great dragon hoard in the sky, but my pet beetle just died, and I gotta get this off my tiny chest.
You talk to the average adventurer, and they'll probably tell you we kobolds throw ourselves at our enemies with wild abandon like we just can't wait to get sliced, diced, and pureed. And I think some kobold tribes are like that. But it just ain't fair to paint us all with the same brush.
The truth is kobolds come in all stripes. There's good 'bolds and bad 'bolds. Cowardly ones and brave ones. Sane and crazy. Me? I'm from the Gundhosh tribe, and we believe we'll be reunited with Io after death, given rewards for what we've done, good and not-so-good. And that means staying alive is a good thing because then we can help the tribe. It means we're not afraid to die because then we're with Io and we'll be happily mining, making stuff, and hanging out for eternity. It means we're sad when our friends (and our pets) die.
Kind of like I am now. Ever lost a pet? Especially one you had a deep emotional bond with? One that slept beside you at night, played with you, and showed its love for you all the time.
And then they died. Yeah, it's that kind of hurt.
Anyway, I hope to get another beetle eventually. One that's just as nice in its own way. It'll never replace my last pet friend, but I hope it will be my friend too. But I probably won't get one right away. I need some time to heal.
Anyway, sorry for the rambling post. I promise the next one will be happier.
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