Pests to most, slaves to some, loyal only to dragons, the kobolds of Krynn were for the most part either shunned and hated, or taken advantage of.

But not Zikkar. Oh no. Zikkar was strong. Zikkar was powerful! Zikkar...was running for his life.
Despite all his training within his clan, and all his attempts to gain more knowledge from stealing and tricking knowledge of sorcery from others, he still wasn't as powerful as he wanted to be to prove to his clan he wasn't just some weak runt. His latest trick had failed miserably, as usual, and while being chased by the very dragon his clan had sworn to serve, he stumbled over the traveling incantation he'd risked his future on.

But this was most certainly not where he had been hoping to end up...he only hoped that the incredible pressure of magic he felt behind him wasn't among the races that killed his kind on sight.