Your name is ${name}. You are a kobold. Life is tough for kobolds. You eke out a meager existence with your tribe in a cave down by the river. Which river? You have no idea.
One day, the halflings came. You've heard rumors that they eat kobolds, but had never paid it any mind. Or maybe you took it seriously but forgot. Kobolds have poor memory. Anyway, the halflings came and started killing and capturing everyone in your tribe. With their slings allowing them to attack from a distance, you couldn't stab them with your spears. You remember hearing a whistling sound and then only blackness.
When you awaken, you are in a rough, wooden cage with some other kobolds; some from your tribe and others from another tribe. As your vision returns, you take in more of the room around you. You're in a basement. The bodies of kobolds are strung up on meat hooks all around, left to have their blood drain. You see other kobold bodies in various states of being disassembled on a thick wooden table, being butchered by a thickset halfling with a mustache.
You wince as you clutch your head. It hurts a lot and you don't even know if you could run. You struggle to your feet, bracing yourself against the cage. The halfling turns and walks to the cage to taunt you.
"Lots of guests in town, means lots of orders for kobold steak!" he jeers.
You hiss and as he turns back to the butcher's block, you reach your tail through the cage and trip him. He lands hard, seeming to cut himself on his meat cleaver. You quickly grab the key to the cage and scramble free. Yourself and several other kobolds rush out, scurrying up the stairs as fast as you can.
As you rush to the surface, you come out in the dining area of some inn. You hear screams and many halflings are now chasing after you. You run out to the streets, where you see even more halflings, many with knives.
Then you spot a human speaking with a halfling girl. You run to him and shout.
"Please hooman, save ${name}. Please! Please!"
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