Overlord Blue Citadel Alternate

『GiantHamsterAttack』

The Winged kobolds had flown off in the direction of the blood that they had smelled. On the scent, they traveled away from the Village at high speeds. Their wings flapped rapidly, before gliding low along the grassy plains leading to the edge of the forest.

The Villagers, their bodies, were not found. When they arrived, the source of the bloody scent was a mere few drops in a secluded area out of view of the village.

Whatever happened here, it was planned and executed with precision, an ambush.

The Red Kobold landed first in the area, looking around. His tongue flickered from his mouth as the others landed on either side of him. "A look of a struggle here," the observation was quick and simple.

The White scaled kobold rested its eyes on a pair of heavy rocks paired with chain links. Throwing weapons to weigh down enemies, bound their legs or to throw around one's neck.

"They were taken..." The Blue scaled kobold uttered as they looked over the amount of blood that was at the scene. There wasn't enough for a fatal wound. Though there was no telling how much damage could've been done internally.

"Based on findings, they must be alive. Some of them," the green scale added to the list of observations they were sounding off.

The others began to move around in the grass, sifting through it. Soon they were able to find tracks, human boots. It was clear this was not the work of their slightly larger brethren, the Lizardmen who were currently living in the area near the lake at the base of the mountains.

"There had to have been twenty people in this area, humans or humanoids. They used nonlethal weapons," the white scale pointed out as he picked up a dart covered in a poison that merely knocked out targets rather than killing them.

"Based on the evidence, slavers probably." The Green one scratched his snout as he walked over to a tree, running his fingers across it. There was a triangle carved into the tree. A symbol, which probably had some sort of significance to someone.

"This could be a spot used for taking villagers?"

"Unlikely, this would've been noticed before, I hope."

The Brown scaled Kobold wadded over towards a bush and peered inside of it, as the branches appeared disturbed. Blood, there was no bloody scent in the bush, but there was a helmet.

Reaching down, they plucked the item out from the bush and observed it.

Bronze, leather and scrap iron. It was a poor man's helmet, made from left over material, likely stolen from a smithy or just makeshift. Its workmanship was moderate, low leveled, flimsy and primitive.

"I found something," the brown one looked over towards the others who were all checking their surroundings. "It's a helmet of some-kind, it's weak."

The black scaled Kobold approached the brown one and looked over the helmet, sniffing it once and then sniffing at the air as he pointed his snout in the air. "Male, mid-forties... Rotten Teeth, hygienically challenged, diseased."

"Mmmm..." The Brown one nodded light at the observations the other kobold could find from the hormonal and biological residue left behind on the helmet.

"Their scent leads towards the mountainous region in the direction of a human city." They began to add before turning its head as they heard something heading in their direction.

The area began to shake slightly. All of them became curious at this moment, but they knew their orders. "There is an unknown creature heading in our direction," the white kobold reported as he began to flat his wings.