The kobolds' burrows had collapsed in the trembler. They were lucky the entire warren had survived without a single one, nor any egg lost. The nearby adventurers with shovels and magic, helped rebuild the tunnels, and proof them against ever collapsing again no matter how hard the earth shook. -- Anon Guest
Propshore was a mining town, and Kobolds were treasured there. They had a sense for three-dimensional space that few could equal. They could tell the vulnerabilities in stone with a skill that was only rivaled by the D'varuv. The semi-reckless little Dragonkindred were favourites amongst all the miners and their families.
The mines survived the earthquake with little damage. The Kobold tunnels... could not be reached. Not by the means they all knew.
The reaction was instant. All of Propshore set out. Mothers had their newborns strapped to their chests. The infirm and the under-capable did sit-down work like winding bandages and mixing medicines, or looking after the ones too small to help but just big enough to get underfoot.
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