West Marches at the Board N Brew

I mustn't get myself pushed back in fights I've got no business like when Haakon, XIII and Jyack plus Tordek got me in this: A scheme to save some gnomes, they said, by turfing a guy with ease. Haakon bested him once, he said, that "villain," Richter Mortise. Over the back wall we would go and catch these guys unawares. 🤫 That's where they were hanging out, though, so we were met with their glares. 😒 The thing about a kobold's life, and ev'ry kobold knows it: your indiscriminate demise is preached from ev'ry pulpit. We're "vermin," see, there is no doubt, or so say the "civilized." They seek us out, from homes they route, all their hatred undisguised. Yet in the snow, under moonglow, blood in my coughs and splutter, I prayed to Kurtulmak, you know, "Please save us stupid fuckers." We got ourselves in o'er our heads. Some sort of heroes were we? But I've no doubt n...