Roll Dice And Cry

The village of Low Tide is abuzz. Kobolds jump from boat to boat, sharing the news even as it becomes more and more evident to every citizen:There is something happening in the chapel. The mighty riverboat that holds Low Tide's congregation each worship is rocking as if in a wild storm on the high sea, and it takes the combined might of the strongest of Low Tide's citizens to lash it to the nearby trees and quell its wild motion enough to board it. There, in the chaos of strewn pews and spilled offering jars, the source is obvious. A clay statue, molded by the town's pride and joy to replace one mysteriously broken. It is shaped in the visage of the kobold's interpretation of Old Chained Tzela, with an accuracy borne of earnestness and love more than actual skill. The kobolds of Low Tide love it all the more for its flaws, exemplifying the best aspects of their community: love without shame, expression without restraint, effort without reluctance.The crude idol floats above the chapel altar, bolts o