One Curious Kobold

[lurkingkobold]

It's winter, and all is well with the tribe. Their new magic, an ability to make portals from one place to another, which was found by one of their members during the early-summer trip to meet with the other tribes in the area, let them both build up a decadent food stockpile and move to a much deeper part of the cave system without the worry of being unable to find their way back out. No-one has had to go hungry, and even the fiercest ice storm doesn't reach them; they are as content as kobolds can be.

Well, aside from their new mage, that is. She's bored, and curious. Making portals to known places is straightforward enough, with the magic she found, but that's far from the limit of what it can do... so one day, she slips away, portals off to a different cave system - one can't be too careful, after all - and experiments.

Temperature roughly the same... gravity roughly the same... air the same, not into stone or underwater or in a volcano or on top of a mountain... but, instead of patterning it after a place she knows, what happens if she only specifies those things, and lets the innate patterns of the spot she's casting on do the rest? Particularly this one part, which seems to specify the world...

She finishes the spell, and hesitates for just a moment before activating it.

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[endragoned]

The Endarkened feels pretty great about lap kobolds. They are so huggable, you see.

[lurkingkobold]

The Endarkened can have a lap kobold, then.

After a little while, she nudges his hand - lap kobolds are also for petting.

[endragoned]

Oh! Well, then, the lap kobold can have very gentle scritches. (He works a subtle bit of magic to make his talons dull enough to suit the task.)

[lurkingkobold]

Very nice.

Is the Endarkened feeling better now?

[endragoned]

He is! He is feeling very snuggled. What a good and effective lap kobold.

(He didn't even really mean to make it a sad story, but, now that she points it out, it is sad and he did want a hug and he appreciates his lap kobold very much.)

[lurkingkobold]

Good.

She might stay like that for a while. She doesn't have any particular place she needs to be; she even has a snack in case she gets hungry.

[endragoned]

The Endarkened seems very content to sit and pet the kobold. This is a fulfilling and pleasant activity.

[lurkingkobold]

She does eventually get a little bored. Out comes the twine again, and this time she makes a portal that shows one of the unicorn statues and holds it up for the Endarkened to see. She makes a little questioning noise - what's the story with those?

[endragoned]

...Hm. He nods thoughtfully, and nudges her out of his lap - this is going to take some pretty involved storytelling and lap kobolds, though snuggly, restrict one's movements somewhat.

First he makes a few stray rocks glow, to bring up the light levels in the cave so that the kobold will be able to see clearly, since she evidently needs light to do that. Then he goes over to the tiny mountain and shapes it into a much larger and more elaborate mountain, full of many little caves containing many little Endarkened. Most don't have wings. Some have no horns, while some have more than two.

Now, here is one Endarkened figurine who is taller than the rest, with long elaborate horns and broad wings and a particularly sharply pointed triangle on the end of his tail. As the little stone figurines go about their business, this one goes here or there and tells them to do things, and they fearfully obey. He leads a large group of them outside, and (after the rapid preparation of more figurines) they engage in a rather graphic battle with a mixed set of unicorns and non-winged non-horned non-tailed bipeds.

[lurkingkobold]

Oh dear.

[endragoned]

The Endarkened seem to be fighting a war against the unicorns and their allies, in this story. (Curiously, the only thing that ever kills an Endarkened in one of these battles is the horn of a unicorn. These unicorns' horns are all much longer and pointier than the ones on the statues, and suitable for killing Endarkened with.)

Over the course of a few battles, the Endarkened take some captives, who are dragged back to the mountain and imprisoned there. The tallest and scariest Endarkened continues bossing everyone around, and then has an encounter with another Endarkened which causes her to become pregnant and eventually produce a teeny tiny stone baby. The baby has wings and a tail and (in a few seconds after he has grown into a tiny stone toddler) curly hair and short curved horns, much like the narrator of this story.

[lurkingkobold]

This elicits a sympathetic noise from the kobold, when she figures out who the figurine is. Yeah, she's not surprised he ended up leaving, yikes.

[endragoned]

He smiles slightly in acknowledgment of her sympathy, then continues with the storytelling.

As it turns out, she hasn't seen the worst of it yet.

The boss's son grows up amid a society that is not just at war, but gleefully so. Their ceremonies and entertainment and even their magic all seem to revolve around torturing and sometimes eating their war prisoners. The leader bullies his child into participating, but even from a young age he is reluctant, and his reluctance only grows as he gets older. Once he sneaks off to a deserted part of the mountain to cry tiny stone tears. His father finds him at it, flies into a rage, and attacks him.

[lurkingkobold]

The kobold is, by this point, scrunched down into a little ball with her arms wrapped around her legs and her nose buried in her hands. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

[endragoned]

After that incident, the leader's child makes more of an effort to conform, but he clearly doesn't find the same joy in this life that his peers do. He is a constant disappointment to his father, who expresses his dissatisfaction with violence.

And: one day the leader catches his (now fully-grown) son self-injuring, and this is apparently the last straw, because he is dragged to the remotest cave in the mountain and imprisoned there after extensive physical punishment.

And: soon afterward, the Endarkened capture a unicorn, breaking her horn in the process. They taunt her for a while, perhaps telling her what sorts of horrible things they expect to do to her, and then their leader commands them to drag her to the remotest cave and throw her in with his son. Perhaps he thinks the pair of them will manage to kill each other.

That is not what happens.

The unicorn is afraid and uncomfortable; the captive Endarkened is likewise. But they talk a little, and become less afraid and less uncomfortable. And then the Endarkened touches the unicorn's broken horn, and breaks their chains, and she carries him out of the mountain on her back - he is too weak to walk, but he knows the way. They have a tearful parting, far away from the mountain. And then the Endarkened wanders sadly for a bit, and regains his strength, and his shredded wing membranes grow back, and he flies away to the island.

And that is the end of the story and now the kobold may have many hugs and many scritches if she likes.

[lurkingkobold]

It takes a little bit for the kobold to uncurl, but, yes, many and many. Oh no. Oh dear. Oh no.

[endragoned]

Many and many! So many scritches and so many hugs.

The Endarkened is... weirdly okay about this story; it obviously affected him emotionally to tell it, he always showed a little of whatever his little stone self was feeling, but now that the story is over he is pretty much fine again. Maybe it all happened a very long time ago, or maybe he's exceptionally resilient by nature, or maybe his exceptionally awful childhood set a very high bar for how bad things have to get before he starts to be seriously upset about them.

[lurkingkobold]

Well, that's probably better than the alternative, anyway.

The kobold eventually calms back down, and seems thoughtful.

[endragoned]

Snuggle, snuggle. Curious noise.

[lurkingkobold]

Hm, how to explain...

Let's see. Kobold figurine here, Endarkened figurine there, unshaped stone as the third point of an equilateral triangle with them. Endarkened figurine approaches kobold figurine, 'aaaaah'; she shakes her head with a frustrated little huff and puts it back at its starting point. Endarkened figurine approaches rock, she makes a hopeful little 'hmm?' noise and looks to see what he thinks of that.

[endragoned]

Hmm...

He frowns thoughtfully at the figurines and tries to think of a way to communicate the complications.

[lurkingkobold]

She gets out her loop of twine and fiddles with it contemplatively while he thinks.

[endragoned]

Well, all right, here's one thing:

Endarkened figurine approaches unicorn figurine, 'aaa', unicorn stabs Endarkened, Endarkened dies.

Endarkened figurine approaches unicorn-ally figurine, 'aaa', both flee.

Endarkened figurine approaches unshaped rock... helpless shrug?

[lurkingkobold]

That's probably a solvable problem! She de-laps and uses her twine loop to retrieve a handful of extra twine loops, which she then casts on. At the third one, she makes a pleased sound, and holds it up to show the Endarkened the yellow sky and tiny bright sun of an obviously different world.

[endragoned]

Ooh! Nod nod, smile, that seems much likelier to end well.

But... hm, thoughtful frown, there's another complication that he can't figure out how to communicate.