Chickens... Why did it have to be chickens?

Kobolds can be heroes... sort of


Advisors to King Torg (ALL HAIL KING TORG!) have discovered strange ruins dating back generations of kobolds (so at least a year), and King Torg (ALL HAIL KING TORG!) has decided it must be explored.

You've been promised a feast of babies if you successfully explore the ruins, catalog the findings, and...okay, you stopped listening after babies. So gird your diminutive loins, kobolds, you're about to live the life of an adventurer! How hard can it be? Humans do it all the time..

Game Master: Brent Jans
System: Kobolds Ate My Baby
Advisory: No actual babies will be consumed.
event_seat Maximum Players: 9