The Kobolds of Portown

If the kobolds of Portown had souls they would be artistic souls. They paint. They also breed prodigiously. They lay soft translucent eggs. You can see the baby inside push at the walls, deforming the soft shell.

The Art

Their art is terrible. It is probably the worst art you will ever see. It is a clash of opposing concepts annihilating itself into a vacuous sucking void (sounds awesome but it actually sucks). Kobolds are chaotic evil but their skills are too rudimentary to move beyond primitive representational art; but they have an evil contempt for the figures; but they take an orgiastic joy in the process of creating; but they are nihilists bent towards entropy. All these conflicting and competing motivations are woefully underserved by the manifest incompetence of the kobold.

Don’t look to long at the art; don’t try to understand it; it will break you. Anyone who inspects the art longer than the time it takes to determine that it is worthless garbage will be drawn into its endless depths of infuriating and finally depressing shittiness. Make a wisdom check with a +1 bonus for each question asked about the art. If the check succeeds the character has gazed into the void and the void gazed back. The character will be at -1 on all rolls until they forget the painting somehow (magic, drinking, whatever).

The Babies and Sex and Stuff

You don’t know which kobolds are male and which are female until eggs start popping out. They have cloacae (so, you know, take a guess if that stuff is important to you). There is a good chance babies are going to be popping out as an affront to your bourgeois sensibilities and as potential missile attack. The eggs do not do damage but will trigger morale checks for all henchmen and hirelings who definitely did not sign up for this shit/are getting to old for this shit.

They will also eat the eggs and each other with nihilistic abandon. While being eaten they project nervous excitement. They seem gleeful and simultaneously distraught.