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An update to my Kobold bard, Suhsa. I plan on doing more updates to my older kobolds, even the unreleased ones I considered a failure.

Here is her detailed backstory:

There once was a bard who traveled from village to village bringing music to each tavern there laid within.
Many women did he woo and many husbands he angered. For there was magic in his lute and song.
He was known by many names so that his infamy or fame did not proceed him.
In the town of Brockmire, he named himself Johnathan Muir.
In the Boarshead tavern, he played that night and caught the attention of a buxom young lass of blonde hair, which flowed from her head like a golden waterfall upon her backside. Eyes like sapphires and lips full as ripe strawberries.
He enchanted this lady and professed his love to her. She was so overwhelmed that she shared her tavern bed with him that night.
The morning had left the young lady cold as Johnathan was nowhere to be seen and the windows breached open to the cool morning air.
The bard was pleased with himself that day, singing merrily on his way as he strummed upon his lute strings. Another young maiden and another wage earned by his trade. He wondered if he finds such a woman like the golden-haired maiden in the next village, his smile grew.
That night he sat by the fire and slowly cooked a game fowl upon the makeshift spit. A shadow overhead temporarily blocked out the moonlight. The bard did not take notice as he stared into the fire, mind drifting off into memories of women left behind.
Before him, a massive creature landed in the clearing upon four muscular legs and huge bat-like wings that reached towards the stars, folded at its sides. The dragon approached the campsite, the earth rumbling under its clawed feet.
The bard, no fool, raised to his feet to run but as he turned to flee a voice shouted out for him to halt. The force of that word struck like lightning that followed booming thunder.
The dragon snatched up the bard in a massive foreclaw and turned the struggling man to stare it in the eyes. The bard met the reptilian gaze of blue eyes with sheer terror.
The dragon berated the bard for his misdeeds, using magic and sweet words to take advantage of women. Its eyes narrowed and the stare boreholes into the bard’s face. He realized the woman he had bed, shared the same blue hue in her eyes as the dragon before him.
He pleaded and apologized, begging the dragon to spare him. He swore he would do anything. He would give the dragon all his gold, swear never to abuse the hearts of others, even serve this dragon.
The dragon squeezed the bard lightly in its grip but sighed. It announced its name “Galadriel” and made the bard swear to uphold all his promises and she would spare him.
The bard eagerly agreed and the dragon smiled cruelly. Magic flowed out from its lips as it recited words of power. The bard was covered in a crackling mist of energy which concealed his form and produced choking cries of terror.
The dragon released what remained of the bard before it, sitting back on its haunches.
From under the smoldering pile of clothes wiggled a form, which peaked its snout out from under the cloak.
The dragon laughed in glee and beckoned the bard to rise. Slowly emerging, the bard attempted to stand on wobbly digitigrade legs. He sat staring up at the dragon confused.
The dragon explained now -she- would prove a most hospitable servant and be able to uphold the bard’s promises.
The bard questioned the dragon’s word and looked upon itself. Once strong but soft hands were scaled and clawed. A once muscular hairy chest was now narrow and covered in smooth scales. Legs that once danced and wore the finest boots were draconic. The bard touched its face to feel a snout and sharp teeth.
The bard cried in dismay and pleaded once again with the dragon. The dragon only smiled and said that as a kobold the charm was stolen from the bard. As a female, the bard will experience hardships that females face by males and society. None would respect a female kobold, not yet.
The bard whimpered and the dragon took some pity. Galadriel spoke that perhaps the bard would one day become a human man once again by proving that it has changed its ways and to achieve great feats that benefit others. The bard would also have to visit Galadriel each season to serve, entertain, and retell its feats.
With a pitiful sniffle, the bard agreed. The dragon named the bard, Suhsa, emissary of Galadriel.
The dragon lifted with a great flap of its wings that stirred the air like a whirlpool. Suhsa was knocked back into a tree and blacked out.
The morning rays shun down upon the kobold’s face, causing the slate blue reptilian eyes to flutter open.
Suhsa wondered if it was all a dream but found a nightmare instead, looking down upon her body. She sobbed in self pity as she collected what remained of her things. Naked, cold, and confused, the little kobold attempted to fashion rags from its man-sized clothes.
Many hours later, the bard clenched its lute in one hand and approached the main road. With a woeful sigh, she took her first step towards her doom.

Description
An update to my Kobold bard, Suhsa. I plan on doing more updates to my older kobolds, even the unreleased ones I considered a failure.

Here is her detailed backstory:

There once was a bard who traveled from village to village bringing music to each tavern there laid within.
Many women did he woo and many husbands he angered. For there was magic in his lute and song.
He was known by many names so that his infamy or fame did not proceed him.
In the town of Brockmire, he named himself Johnathan Muir.
In the Boarshead tavern, he played that night and caught the attention of a buxom young lass of blonde hair, which flowed from her head like a golden waterfall upon her backside. Eyes like sapphires and lips full as ripe strawberries.
He enchanted this lady and professed his love to her. She was so overwhelmed that she shared her tavern bed with him that night.
The morning had left the young lady cold as Johnathan was nowhere to be seen and the windows breached open to the cool morning air.
The bard was pleased with himself that day, singing merrily on his way as he strummed upon his lute strings. Another young maiden and another wage earned by his trade. He wondered if he finds such a woman like the golden-haired maiden in the next village, his smile grew.
That night he sat by the fire and slowly cooked a game fowl upon the makeshift spit. A shadow overhead temporarily blocked out the moonlight. The bard did not take notice as he stared into the fire, mind drifting off into memories of women left behind.
Before him, a massive creature landed in the clearing upon four muscular legs and huge bat-like wings that reached towards the stars, folded at its sides. The dragon approached the campsite, the earth rumbling under its clawed feet.
The bard, no fool, raised to his feet to run but as he turned to flee a voice shouted out for him to halt. The force of that word struck like lightning that followed booming thunder.
The dragon snatched up the bard in a massive foreclaw and turned the struggling man to stare it in the eyes. The bard met the reptilian gaze of blue eyes with sheer terror.
The dragon berated the bard for his misdeeds, using magic and sweet words to take advantage of women. Its eyes narrowed and the stare boreholes into the bard’s face. He realized the woman he had bed, shared the same blue hue in her eyes as the dragon before him.
He pleaded and apologized, begging the dragon to spare him. He swore he would do anything. He would give the dragon all his gold, swear never to abuse the hearts of others, even serve this dragon.
The dragon squeezed the bard lightly in its grip but sighed. It announced its name “Galadriel” and made the bard swear to uphold all his promises and she would spare him.
The bard eagerly agreed and the dragon smiled cruelly. Magic flowed out from its lips as it recited words of power. The bard was covered in a crackling mist of energy which concealed his form and produced choking cries of terror.
The dragon released what remained of the bard before it, sitting back on its haunches.
From under the smoldering pile of clothes wiggled a form, which peaked its snout out from under the cloak.
The dragon laughed in glee and beckoned the bard to rise. Slowly emerging, the bard attempted to stand on wobbly digitigrade legs. He sat staring up at the dragon confused.
The dragon explained now -she- would prove a most hospitable servant and be able to uphold the bard’s promises.
The bard questioned the dragon’s word and looked upon itself. Once strong but soft hands were scaled and clawed. A once muscular hairy chest was now narrow and covered in smooth scales. Legs that once danced and wore the finest boots were draconic. The bard touched its face to feel a snout and sharp teeth.
The bard cried in dismay and pleaded once again with the dragon. The dragon only smiled and said that as a kobold the charm was stolen from the bard. As a female, the bard will experience hardships that females face by males and society. None would respect a female kobold, not yet.
The bard whimpered and the dragon took some pity. Galadriel spoke that perhaps the bard would one day become a human man once again by proving that it has changed its ways and to achieve great feats that benefit others. The bard would also have to visit Galadriel each season to serve, entertain, and retell its feats.
With a pitiful sniffle, the bard agreed. The dragon named the bard, Suhsa, emissary of Galadriel.
The dragon lifted with a great flap of its wings that stirred the air like a whirlpool. Suhsa was knocked back into a tree and blacked out.
The morning rays shun down upon the kobold’s face, causing the slate blue reptilian eyes to flutter open.
Suhsa wondered if it was all a dream but found a nightmare instead, looking down upon her body. She sobbed in self pity as she collected what remained of her things. Naked, cold, and confused, the little kobold attempted to fashion rags from its man-sized clothes.
Many hours later, the bard clenched its lute in one hand and approached the main road. With a woeful sigh, she took her first step towards her doom.