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Serious.... hmmmmmm
what if you were a dragonborn warrior who was cursed by an evil wizard to turn into a kobold, at first you could try to cure yourself but then you could roleplay that you like the kobold form better

A kobold with Stockholm Syndrome has potential.

I played in a campaign one time where the DM through my Paladin up against a kobold monastary with monks and priests that worshiped Bahamut. I ended up allying with them and getting them to protect the nearby town i was protecting. The later when a friend of mine joined the campaign he played one of the monks from the temple. His little kobold monk didn't take crap from no one and he was cool, calm and collected.

It was also awesome when he rolled a crit and we all imagined this little kobold with no armor or weapons doing a jumping round house or uppercut on a large size enemy and snapping it's neck.

It's easy to play them as non-comic relief, you just have to take your charecter seriously and others will to.

Pashalik_Mons wrote:

wait, wait...dragonborn midget.

why not, if halflings can do it, why not kobolds?

Ejected from his tribe for being the runt of the litter, he was left to fend for himself when he didn't seem to be gaining any size. Young, frightened, he lived pretty much like a stray dog, stealing what scraps of food he could. During a lean time, he got desperate to try something daring, something that he had never tried before. He broke into a cottage occupied by an old woman who could barely see. She mistook him for a starving child with a hellacious cough/wheeze (his kobold yapping). To his surprise, rather than chase him out and call for help, she sat him at the table and insisted he eat the whole bowl of chicken soup. After an initial, instinctive "kill her and take what she's got", he second-guessed himself and decided not to ruin a good thing while he had it.

Years went by, and he learned to hide when guests came by. She dismissed this as him just being shy. He slowly learned to communicate with her, but never let on taht he wasn't a human child. He concocted a story about being fearful of strangers because of his past, but always promised to try to overcome it (a gentle lie). As long as she didn't mistreat him (heck, she seemed to actually value him!), he was willing to play the game.

Thanks to the good food and conditions, he grew to be a respectable sized kobold, maybe even a little bigger and healthier than normal (although the old woman was concerned about him never getting any bigger). He had been doing small chores around the cottage, inculding gathering firewood and water from the nearby stream. While on his chores, he heard a rumbling sound. Putting an ear to the groundm he recognized hoofbeats. He had heard them many times before when the old woman would have visitors, but this was way too many. He scrambled to the high branches of a tree to see what was happening.

A raiding party!

He couldn't tell from his perch if they were human, orc, goblinoid, or what. They thundered past, and his home was right in their path! Shivering with fright, he clung to the branch and hoped nobody would notice him. He knew in his gut what was going to happen to the old woman and her small, isolated cottage.

The aftermath was mind-numbing. He could barely tell that lump of bloody meat had once been human, let alone the only other being in the world that had cared for him. The cottage was destroyed. In the distance he could see the plumes of smoke coming from the village. Coughing and gasping, a human form approached, calling out for the old woman and the child. He looked into a broken shard of a mirror at his kobold features.

They'd never believe him.

Grabbing what he could to help him survive, he scrambled off into the wilderness, his thoughts burning for revenge. He would never shiver in cowardice again while decent beings were harmed.