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He chose somewhere quiet where he wont get bothered, something flying wont be able to see him and most travellers will ignore him the great slaughter came and went leaving him mostly unaffected besides a few times having to shelter fleeing kobolds or give directions but none the less lived in fear shortly after it died down the peaceful life began once again and that's roughly where things sat until a golden-scaled kobold came stumbling through his Sugar cane rows one evening, footsore, half lost, and clearly running on nothing but stubbornness. This was Kaelurun Voltkr years before anyone called him the Hand of Driisar, back when he was still just a young kobold crossing tribal lines to talk warbands and grieving elders into cooperating, one exhausted conversation at a time Zak didn't recognize the name and wouldn't have cared if he had he saw someone dead on their feet pointed at a stool and put food in front of him without asking a single question. | He chose somewhere quiet where he wont get bothered, something flying wont be able to see him and most travellers will ignore him then the great slaughter came and went leaving him mostly unaffected besides a few times having to shelter fleeing kobolds or give directions but none the less lived in fear shortly after it died down the peaceful life began once again and that's roughly where things sat until a golden-scaled kobold came stumbling through his Sugar cane rows one evening, footsore, half lost, and clearly running on nothing but stubbornness. This was Kaelurun Voltkr years before anyone called him the Hand of Driisar, back when he was still just a young kobold crossing tribal lines to talk warbands and grieving elders into cooperating, one exhausted conversation at a time Zak didn't recognize the name and wouldn't have cared if he had he saw someone dead on their feet pointed at a stool and put food in front of him without asking a single question. Kaelurun, who'd spent his whole life either being underestimated for his skin or overloaded with everyone else's expectations and found something disarming in a kobold who didn't want anything from him not loyalty, not an alliance, not even his name at first he decided to stay the night. Then whenever his journeys looped back that direction he started making a point to stay again. Zak never asked about the meetings Kaelurun disappeared to or the weight he visibly carried more of each time he passed through he just fed him, let him sit in the dirt in silence if that's what he needed and occasionally told him his sugar cane were growing crooked on purpose so nobody would suspect they were worth stealing. | ||
as Kaelurun rose through the Slaughter's aftermath through the unification into the title itself Zak stayed the one place he could show up unannounced muddy and unimportant and just be a tired kobold eating vegetables on a stool. | |||
=== Life in Aquila === | === Life in Aquila === | ||
Latest revision as of 20:45, 27 August 2026
A older kobold farmer and the best friend of the current Hand Of Driisar
| Zak Atszu | |
|---|---|
| Race | Kobold |
| Ethnicity | Southern Kobold |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 44 |
| Date of Birth | Era Vetus, March--April, Year 40 |
| Nationality | Covenant of Grusaak |
| Nation | Covenant of Grusaak |
| Occupation | Farmer |
| Religion | The Words of Driisar |
| Languages | Draconic, Common |
| Character Type | Primary Character |
| Player | AnimekillerXXX |
| Status | Alive |
Biography & History
Early Life
Zak Atszu was hatched in southern modern day Grusaak one of 3 hatched from the Atszu family, his two clutchmates leaned hard into the life expected of them one already apprenticed to a Hollowed, the other making a name in skirmishes between clans Zak never quite fit that. He could recite the Four Verses by heart before he could properly walk, but the doctrine of purpose always sat on him wrong. It wasn't disbelief, exactly. Zak believed every word of the Winter of Creation, the Long Fading, all of it he just couldn't make himself feel the urgency everyone else did he was never drawn to the same purposes, some shouted great ambitious ones of conquest, great dreams while Zak felt comfortable just farming and while his siblings fought and forged to shout their purpose loud enough for Driisar to hear, Zak found that the one place his mind ever went quiet was elbows-deep in dirt, helping something to grow that hadn't been growing before. He tried to feel guilty about that for a while but eventually he stopped trying.
He left the way he does most things without much fuss, and without really deciding to. A caravan needed an extra set of claws and the caravan went north, then up, then out onto open ground under actual sky. Zak kept walking long after the job ended, until he found a stretch of surface soil nobody wanted, and stayed.
Early life
He chose somewhere quiet where he wont get bothered, something flying wont be able to see him and most travellers will ignore him then the great slaughter came and went leaving him mostly unaffected besides a few times having to shelter fleeing kobolds or give directions but none the less lived in fear shortly after it died down the peaceful life began once again and that's roughly where things sat until a golden-scaled kobold came stumbling through his Sugar cane rows one evening, footsore, half lost, and clearly running on nothing but stubbornness. This was Kaelurun Voltkr years before anyone called him the Hand of Driisar, back when he was still just a young kobold crossing tribal lines to talk warbands and grieving elders into cooperating, one exhausted conversation at a time Zak didn't recognize the name and wouldn't have cared if he had he saw someone dead on their feet pointed at a stool and put food in front of him without asking a single question. Kaelurun, who'd spent his whole life either being underestimated for his skin or overloaded with everyone else's expectations and found something disarming in a kobold who didn't want anything from him not loyalty, not an alliance, not even his name at first he decided to stay the night. Then whenever his journeys looped back that direction he started making a point to stay again. Zak never asked about the meetings Kaelurun disappeared to or the weight he visibly carried more of each time he passed through he just fed him, let him sit in the dirt in silence if that's what he needed and occasionally told him his sugar cane were growing crooked on purpose so nobody would suspect they were worth stealing.
as Kaelurun rose through the Slaughter's aftermath through the unification into the title itself Zak stayed the one place he could show up unannounced muddy and unimportant and just be a tired kobold eating vegetables on a stool.
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