Memory:Kobold shaman

A magic using kobold? Shocking! How such a simple creature could grasp anything more complicated than tying a boot is beyond you. But as you gaze upon the gnarled form of this kobold, you sense that it is not as stupid as you might think. It has cold and possessed eyes, and a canine rage consumes its features. Its tiny frame is swathed in a rough cloth robe, covered in strange and primitive arcane sigils which are probably readable only by the shaman itself. A myriad of simple charms, bags, carved bones and other strange findings hang from its belt. It seems as if the shaman draws upon its magical power directly from the earth and air around him, as blue energy surges from the ground and crackles about its body, twisting into shapes that resemble the angry faces of long dead kobolds. Still, it bleeds just as the others do... Hopping and jumping in a ceremonial dance, a very small humanoid screams a kind of song, but he definitely can't sing. He also seems to get most of the words wrong: one moment, a few erratic raindrops fall from the ceiling, the next the singer is lifted half an inch off the ground, then a pebble on the floor grows some moss. Suddenly a tiny raincloud appears above your head and a very small bolt of lightning strikes you, slightly burning your forehead.