Kobold Livestock Knights Exclusive May 2026

Outside the pens, a wolf howled once and then fell silent. Inside, a kobold hummed as he mended a leather strap. The animals slept, breathing slowly, and the Hollow held its promises, one small, steady watch at a time.

Rurik, youngest son of the herdmaster, tightened the strap of his collar-helm. He had earned his place not by blood but by patience—by years of feeding, leading, and listening to the animals. The other knight-neophytes jousted with wooden lances in the day; Rurik had learned to read a snort, to follow the angle of an ear, to calm a flare of panic with nothing but a rub behind a stubborn shoulder. kobold livestock knights exclusive

One wolf leapt high, aiming for the smallest pen where the younglings were stacked like sleeping dolls. Rurik cut across, banner streaming, and planted his boot into Tallow’s flank. The buck ducked under the strike; Rurik’s banner caught the wolf across the neck and tumbled it into a tangle of hooves. The beast rolled away, dazed, and the rest broke, retreating into the black. Outside the pens, a wolf howled once and then fell silent