Moe

Moe the kobold is a male, green-skinned kobold in serious debt. So serious that he needs to steal from a king’s tax cart and travel far outside his comfort zone to pay it off. Moe is roughly 4,0” flat, with a little muscle to his body. He’s mostly seen wearing a thin loincloth out in public, as most kobolds do. They are the most oppressed, abused, and demeaned race in the world. They don’t even have rights in most towns. And especially in Varanar, a border city right between human territory belonging to the king, and dragon kingdom.

Moe lives in a humble shack out in the woods surrounding Varanar. Even with this distance from the city, Moe still owes “protection fees” to the Three-Tail Rat gang. But lately… their fees have been stacking higher and higher, and Moe, being fearful of any and all creatures bigger and stronger than him, has no choice but to find a way to scrounge up the funds.

He has but one friend though. A wise old owl named Seki, who dabbled in alchemy, and who trained Moe in the arts of lockpicking and sneakery. (Unbeknownst to Moe, Seki hides a past in… more adult matters.)

Moe is cunning, yet naive. Clever, yet foolhardy. He relies on his quick wit, the little muscle he does have, and typical kobold tenacity… and when that fails, he always has his dick to barter with. Granted, it’s average for a kobold, but small for anyone else. Unfortunately, Moe remains what is undoubtably the worst race to be in this world… a kobold. Unluckiest of them all, kobolds in this world are the lowest of the low. In Varanar, they are the dirt others spit on, the meat in soups and sandwiches, the disposable labor, and even in the most extreme, depraved cases, as breeding stock for more cheap meat.