A smaller, stranger looking figure than many who had already risen began to move ever so slightly. A wiggle of the finger, a clenching of the joints, a twitch of the tail. Irmo quickly ran through thoughts of how strange non-manual breathing was and how horrifically overstimulating life was before promptly pushing these thoughts down and opening his sensory organs- eyes in this case, quickly adjusting to the shaded recesses of the temple. He tried moving, stumbling slightly, before giving it another, more successful try. Standing on a pair of apparently digitigrade legs, the spirit began to ponder its situation.
This is... quite interesting in fact. Though very heavily disconcerting.
Irmo brought a hand to his face, tracing the lines in an attempt to get some impression of himself.
Snout, scales, "mustache", ridges. It appears I'm biologically aberrant, at least compared to that specimen Irmo thought to himself, noting a skull lying on the ground missing its jaw.
The kobold, satisfied with that basic inventory of his physical state, began taking inventory of his pockets and other accoutrement. A few knives, a pipe and some what appeared to be tobacco, some ceramic pots with fusing sticking out of them that some part of him suggested were some sort of bomb, and some other more general items like rope and a fine compass. Pulling out a flint and a stone he appeared to keep in a shirt pocket, he severed a piece of tobacco, gingerly inserted it into his pipe, and took his first smoke as a corporeal being while examining his surroundings. The statue in the center caught his interest, and as everyone else seemed to gravitate in that direction he decided that, lacking anything better to go on, to approach it.
This is... quite interesting in fact. Though very heavily disconcerting.
Irmo brought a hand to his face, tracing the lines in an attempt to get some impression of himself.
Snout, scales, "mustache", ridges. It appears I'm biologically aberrant, at least compared to that specimen Irmo thought to himself, noting a skull lying on the ground missing its jaw.
The kobold, satisfied with that basic inventory of his physical state, began taking inventory of his pockets and other accoutrement. A few knives, a pipe and some what appeared to be tobacco, some ceramic pots with fusing sticking out of them that some part of him suggested were some sort of bomb, and some other more general items like rope and a fine compass. Pulling out a flint and a stone he appeared to keep in a shirt pocket, he severed a piece of tobacco, gingerly inserted it into his pipe, and took his first smoke as a corporeal being while examining his surroundings. The statue in the center caught his interest, and as everyone else seemed to gravitate in that direction he decided that, lacking anything better to go on, to approach it.
