Pathfinder: The Vampires Revenge

Emotions

I started with after we killed Morrigan and told our adventure of how we planned to leave to Avistan in Rahadoum. Then I told of the battle we had with the giant scorpion and trolls. This Tamora and the elf Emaerelth, mainly Emaerelth, asked for even more detail. I then told of how Morrigan first tried to kill us as we flew over the Sodden Lands, of the Boggard hoard battle, of Varak and his eidolon, and the second battle we had with Morrigan. Emaerelth asked for so much detail I finished the story a hour and a half later. I was surprised how focused and into my tale Emaerelth was. I've meet elves that like a good tale or two, but she wanted more than just two. I told her of previous adventures I've had, and even went as far as to tell a bit of my history. Once I was done they both told me theirs.

Tamora once lived in Tian Xia, but moved over here when she was 16. She never knew her father and her mother died when she was 12, leaving her to defend herself. She spent 3 years in Absalom, then went to hop on a ship that was suppose to take her to Cheliax, but went to The Shackles instead and one of Herzagos minions found her. From what she told me about him, she has been too afraid to leave, and honestly, I don't blame her. Emaerelth grew up in Thuvia, which would explain her tan, and once she was old enough, would go to the surrounding nations and explore the land. She said one of her favorite things to do was talk with the locals and they would spent hours talking about their culture, religion, the lands history, etc. However, soon after she hit her four hundred and thirdy eight century, Herzago found her and decided to make her his 'pet'.

"It feels good to have an conversation with someone." Emaerelth said once she was done. "Its been to long since I've been able to talk to someone, let alone the same intelligence." My ear flicked again.

"Thank you Emaerelth. I appreciate the complement." I said.

"What about me?" Tamora asked. The elf giggled.

"Well, intelligence and kind heartedness." She said. The kitsune nodded in approval. "I must say I am surprised to see a metallic scaled kobold, let alone a good one. It is good to see not all of your kind is bad. I have a question. I have heard that some kobolds have a stronger draconic heritage than others, causing them to have wings, a breath weapon, or immunity's to certain energy's. Do you have such gifts?"

"I do." I said, rather proudly. "I have a small immunity to fire, and I can breath fire, though I am only able to use it once a day. Now I have a question for you. Why are you so interested in kobolds"

"I find them interesting." She said without hesitation. "They are cunning, swift, fantastic trap makers, and are half-dragons, which that alone makes them....fascinating. And in my opinion, I think that your-"

"Well what do we have here?" A rough and familiar voice said. I immediately clenched my fists in anger.

I turned around and saw a rough looking dwarf in leather armor, with a battle-axe and heavy crossbow on his back. I recognized his yellow beard any where. I felt a lot of emotions stir in me, and anger was definitely one of them.

"Grunyar Manegold." I said, glaring at the dwarf. "I would have though you would have shaved your beard by now."

He snorted and returned the glare. "That would mean disgracing me family and kin kobold. Something I don't think ye would understand." Dwarfs. How does shaving a beard disgrace your family? That I will never understand.

"Um." I heard Tamora say after a few moments went by with just me and the dwarf staring at each other. "I take it you guys know each other."

"Unfortunately yes." I said, not taking my eyes off him. "We meet after I escaped from Numeria. I sold some potions to earn some coin in a nearby nation, and I thought he was a regular customer. Though I learned it wasn't the case when I turned back around to find almost all my potions missing. Ever since, we've been at each other's throats and even tried to kill each other a few times. He's also the reasons why I hate dwarfs."