“The kobold has grown up in a peculiar way. He isn’t the godslayer that was supposed to happen. He’s weak, feeble, a coward. He’ll die the moment we put him up to any god.”
“Brother relax. You know that he’s a brilliant mind, he just needs to use his mind to create things to help him.”
“Create things? Sister what things could be used to kill a god?”
“Do you think raw power would be enough to kill a god? Even we couldn’t kill a god, we had to trick them into banishing themselves to another dimension.”
“So what do you suggest we do? Give him our tools and teach him how to make more?”
“No, We give him our tools and have him learn by himself. The kobolds under us still use tools of flint, while the humans and dwarves are using bronze. If we teach them about the new tools, we might spark a fire in his mind, turning him into the godslayer we need.”
“We will only see. Now leave before any of the remaining gods catch us together again.”
“I’ll return in a few years. Goodbye brother.”
As the black dragon spread her wings and flew out into the skies, the doors to main hall sprung open, a group of kobolds flooding the room, carrying food, gold, and musical instruments. The azure dragon drooped his head down to eat with the kobolds. The many tables of the room was filled with kobolds, meat, berries, and breads as they all enjoyed their food.
Marble was sat with a black kobold, alone at a smaller table. The black one’s name was Slate, a near perfect kobold, strong, charismatic, tactical, everything needed to lead the kobolds to greatness, if only she didn’t spend time with Marble. Marble could barely pull the meat from the bone.
His hopelessness infuriated the dragon, who’s head drooped down, glaring into the two. They didn’t notice, instead they continued their conversation about which was better, the spear or the axe.
“Spear can’t butcher corpse.” Slate remarked as she ripped meat from bone. “Doesn’t break after single use.”
“A spear turns a weak kobold into a strong kobold, a single throw kills almost anything. An axe is too heavy to throw accurately.”
“Don’t need to throw if faster than prey.” She set the bone down and looked into Marble’s eyes, “And weak kobold doesn’t exist, only different.”
Marble smiled and lowered his head, putting his meat down as well. “You’re kind, but everyone knows I’m weak, that’s why they don’t like me.”
“If they don’t like, they’ve never tried axe made by you.” She puts the axe on the table. Marble had carved out the handle to fit perfectly in Slate’s hands, the head of the axe wasn’t split like most axes, but rather had a hole carved out that the large obsidian axe head that was held in place with leather strips.
“That took a whole day to make. Also that’s the only obsidian I’ve ever found large enough to make an axe.”
“Then make spears of it, or knives, or hatchets, or spades, or picks.” she perked back up as she picked up the meat in front of her, returning to eating.
Marble looked at her axe, and accepted what she stated, now he only had to return to the dragon to ask for more obsidian. He gulped down some water out of a stone bowl before walking from Slate, and up to the dragon. The other kobolds of the room all stopped what they were doing as Marble stood in front of the dragon. All were interested in what he was to say next.
“What is it white one?” smoke billowed from the dragon’s nose as Marble stood there, shaking slightly.
“I have been requested to build weapons for the hunters, I only request permission to use rare stones that you keep to yourself.” Whispers filled the crows as Marble spoke, meals bet on either or not his life would end right at this moment. The dragon lowered his head and looked into his eyes.
“I’ve been looking for one that was brave enough to ask, let me show you what I have after this meal.” The chatting of the room picked up, people were wondering what a wimp such as Marble would be able to do with stones that they are normally not allowed to. Marble returned to sitting with Slate.
“See Marble, not weak.” She beamed as she finished her meal.
Marble’s heart was racing fast enough to escape Slate as he sat down dumbfounded.
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