Part of being a High Priestess and Shaman is performing important rites and rituals. Some offerings to the spirits involve gifts, sacrifices of blood and bone. But others demand a display of grace and dedication. Here, Xiik has adorned herself for a pleasing dance to the young gods in hopes that they will bring a full harvest and clear waters.

-TB

It started out as just a friendly drink in the meadow and now, well, here we are.

Featuring @slowderpyguy’s kobold girl.

-TB

Armond’s feet dragged with every step, feeling like every limb was filled with liquid lead. His vision continued to fade in and out, at times making it hard to see his tan guide among the sands. Only the glint of her jewelry and her blue robes kept him from losing her.

“Come now, come,” the little kobold said, waving him forwards. The blue suddenly vanished from his sight, Armond blinking and rubbing his eyes. Only after they had a moment to focus did he realize he was standing before a simple tent, little more than waist high. Falling to his knees, he crawled inside to find the kobold unwrapping her silky garments.

“W-what are you doing? Where is the water?” Armond puzzled.

“You will drink in due time,” she said, looking back at him. “But we must commune first. You were pushed to the point of exhaustion, a lucid place where your grasp on this plane is weakest. Drink and you will loose your chance to learn why you are here. Discard all Earthly things and you will find what you seek.”

“Earthly… things?” He cocked his head.

“Yes, Earthly things,” she replied, eying him over. “You weapons. Your equipment. Your… clothing. Only then will you be as you are, bringing nothing but your humility and your will.”

-TB

Five days. It had been five days since Armond crossed into the great desert. Each day was hotter than the last as the sand seemed to stretch on forever. But when the Gods give you a calling, it cannot be denied. His feet dragged like granite as the last drop of moisture in him dripped down his nose. As it patted down on the sand, so too did Armond fall, collapsed at his last step in this barren wasteland. As his vision faded, he felt that this was his final calling. After a lifetime of defending his people from goblins, orcs and worse, he was being called to return to the gods.

In the darkness, he could swear he heard a distant voice. It was indiscernable but light and fair like a young maiden. Armond tried to move but he felt a great weight upon him. His eyes slowly opened and before his vision came to clarity, he began to make out a scaled creature with a long, pointed maw and great horns. “Dragon-!?” He blurted as he tried to struggle, feeling that great weight begin to cascade off of him.

“A dragon?” The sweet voice mused. “You’re quite the flatterer, aren’t you?”

It took a moment to realize that sweet voice was coming from the maw before him and as he tried to sit up, he found he was half-burried in sand and the sun had long since fallen. He also found that even sitting, he was taller than the thing before him. “Who… no, what are you?”

“Your guide,” the small, scaled girl replied. “The spirits have called me, just as they have called you. We were destined to meet here at this time to enact their will.”

Armond brought a hand to his head. It was throbbing in pain and every joint felt like stones grinding against stones. “The spirits? It was my Gods that called me here. And just what is it your spirits called you here for?”

“Spirits and Gods do not work that way,” she replied, stepping forward to help Armond stand. “But if we are open to them, we will soon find what they intend for us. But first, we must get you back on your feet. Come with me. There is water at my shelter.”

-TB

Xiik is fun. I like drawing Xiik. I’m not sure if most of my fans like me drawing Xiik. I draw Xiik all the same. I like my weird characters.

-TB

Name: Xiik 

Race: Kobold

Gender: Female

Appearance: Standing at just 3′0, Xiik is a pretty petite little kobold. Her scale pattern shifts based on the seasons, transitioning from sandy with rust-colored spots in the summer to swampy with mud-colored spots in the winter. Being a reptile, she has no visible nipples. For apparel, she prefers light, wispy pieces complimented with plenty of chunky jewelry. Her only piercing is her right nostril. 

Personality: A kobold of privilege from birth, Xiik is proper and welcoming. If you respond in kind, she can be quite caring, generous and pleasant but if she feels you are crude or uncouth, her elitist nature will show through. For her, respect is key. She can either be a loyal ally or a very cold shoulder.

She’s not one to hesitate to use her physicality to get her way or convince others and it’s no secret that she has a particular penchant for mammals. Their warm blood gets her own blood boiling. 

Occupation: Shaman / Ambassador. As the speaker of her tribe, she communes both with spirits beyond and with the people of foreign nations.

Fun Fact: Although she specializes in communing with spirits and using more traditional means in her negotiations, she’s a reasonably good sorcerer. None of her spells are used for combat, however, and she’s useless in a fight.

-TB

“What do you think, Mr. Ambassador? Don’t you like it when I dress like one of your human women? I’ll be your warm-blooded companion, cooking and cleaning for you and anything else you like to do with your females.”

-TB

I know I haven’t cleaned this sketch up, like, AT ALL but I really like it and I wanted to share it. I am SO gonna finish this later.

-TB

She sure is! Xiik has laid four happy, healthy children. They see each other from time to time but parenting is a bit different in kobold society. The strongest and most desirable are encouraged to breed as frequently as they can but the raising of children is a community effort. With Xiik’s duties as the village Shaman, she rarely sees her eggs from when they’re laid to when they’re walking and talking and her only involvement in raising them is the occasional afternoon visit.

-TB