Jam Jam Dread
(Prince) Jam Jam Dread
Jam Jam is the exiled prince of the great Caves of L'bar. With his lovable cave drake Peanut-Butter, they are inspirable.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Small
Scrappy
Body Features
Keen Eyes
Physical quirks
Likes to jump around a lot
Mental characteristics
Education
Taught the clan traditions , rites, culture, and beliefs of Kobolds and clan Dread.
Mental Trauma
Falling off of a cliff
Staring at the sun for too long
Personality Characteristics
Likes & Dislikes
Like : Jam, Peanut-Butter
Vices & Personality flaws
Curiosity that could kill
Social
Mannerisms
Likes to jump around a lot especially if he is curios
Hobbies & Pets
Peanut-Butter
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Prince Jam Jam
Age
9
Birthplace
The great Cave of L'bar
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Golden Red
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Brownish Red
Height
3 ft
Weight
30lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
What is strength but to survive. What is strength but to live another day.
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Data log for session 2
Jam Jam
H.P. : 14, Healing Kit charges : 9/10, Spell slots : 2 lvl 1, crossbows : 35/40, Rations : 1, Money ; 61.1 gp + 143 cp
Peanut Butter
H.P.: 22
Info :
People met:
Wise-claw : The Tabaxi a crewmen, Everyman Ianlin: One armed Gnome that hates to be helped and is a co-captin, Tig: A young Kobold in dire need of nutrients and holding a board for dear life, Spinel: A Catin who just got severly tricked into trading very expensive Jade for a lot of alcohol.
Log
Going to Als-see a clidd side town known to hold the rambunctious and rowdy, and also many dangerous people. It will take 2 days to get there by sea. Spending a day there to stock up on supplies.
Takes 3 days to get to ____
Then takes 2 more days to get to the dessert where Spinel lives to be a financial adviser to help sell shit, get payed, and explore the ruins. Maybe make them potential allies to help over throw my father.
To Rise and Fall and Rise Again : The Chronicles of Prince Jam Jam
Born prince Cornelius Dread of house Dread. Even as a hatchling I felt the great expectations I had to fill. Although I am 4rth in line to the throne , great responsibilities were still thrusted upon me.
I could not be like the other hatchlings. I had to be a prince. To be taught the clan traditions , rites, culture, and beliefs. To engrave this wisdom deep within.
1.To praise the dragons for the glory they represent.
2.To be grateful for Imix in creating us.
3.To hate gnomes and other small folk.
4.And to revere the great caves. For they provide shelter to live, food to survive, and to provide anything a kobold might need to live
5. Lastly to fear the outside world. It is not safe for our kin. Only the great caves can keep us safe. The great caves stretch as far as the eye can see and beyond. There is no need to go to the surface and experience the outsiders' roofless walls.
And yet all the rules I learned I still yearn to do was to explore, experience, and to be free. The chains of obligations hold me firm.
In my adolescence fierce competition for the crown began. Instead the 1st brother guaranteed the right to succession father imposed onto us a test. If one of us can kill the first prince then the rest of us would be on equal footing for the crown. I was still new to the world but however my 2nd sister and 3rd brother shined with opportunity.
Father King Kobold brought 1st brother in chains. I tried to persuade my father, sister, and brother. Disgusted with my innocence, my father pulled out a dagger and struck my brothers back. Reaching into the wounds pulling out a pair of tiny wings. My heart beat, sweat dripped, and rage oozed. In the blink of an eye the dagger was already in my hand. 1st brother was on the ground as life blood oozes from the gash across his throat.
Never have I been so controlled and caught up in a moment. So out of my body. The jealousy for the winged kobolds is deeply ingrained in our culture and yet he was my brother. I did not think that the ideals of a race have seeped into me that I would indiscriminately kill my brother without a second thought just for having wings. And such a moment torrents me to this day.
The Rites of Dragon have passed. It is a ceremony commemorating the passing of adolescence into adulthood. Each newly adult kobold would pick traits that dragons have and live by traits as if they are tenants or live doctrines. You can choose as many as you want but as tradition 3 the number of traits people pick. The first represents a quality that all members of the family possess and pass down. The second represents a quality that can help kobold kind. And the third represents the traits that best serve your own life. Some choose cunning. While others, the will to survive through anything. I inherited majesty as I am a royalty. It represents that there is nothing more greater that deserves more respect as a dragon. What I chose to better serve my people was might for what creature holds such unfounded belief in oneself then a dragon. With such confidence I know I can solve any problem that hinders my people. And lastly for myself I chose freedom. Dragons hold true freedom to do whatever they please, feel however they want, and to explore all and anything that holds its curiosity.
Famine and sickness struck our tribe today. Each day the people grow sicker. It all started when the last of the cave fruit was picked from the trees of giving. A resource bountiful before but with poor management the stock has dwindled almost disappearing. With the blessed fruit disappearing from and our diet caused by less sustainable acts of preserving , storage, and way of obtaining it created devastating symptoms for the community. People became visibly weakened, decreasing our production power many times over. In the proceeding weeks people become more tired. That wasn’t the worst of it. People began to develop black gums and started to lose teeth. In some casing bleeding occurred for little to no reason. The deaths were slowly spreading.
None of the clan heads' solutions worked. The scavengers, hunters, and gatherers could not find another source of cave fruit and by this point talks of growing new fruit happened at too late of a stage to have any real impact. The clan of Dread was on thing footing. Traditionally being elected to be the leaders of the other clan head and to rule over all the other kobolds they were always kept in check to make sure that they did their job properly. With the upset of this disaster, potential for a new leader looked to be per imminent
I could not let this situation go on any longer. So I packed up whatever Provisions I could And set out on my journey. They all called me a fool. What they didn't know is that I would break the rules of the clan and head outside the cave. I knew that if I was caught I would be killed despite the dire circumstances. And so I set out to the secret entrance I discovered to the west of our colony.
And so I traveled. Eventually running out of provisions I entered a state of deliriousness. The hunger pained by the exit was so close. And as I stepped out to better look at the bright light what was known as the sky I reveled. As I gazed, I started to burn so I dropped down into a ball and writhe in pain. I squirmed and rolled unsure of my destination as I felt the ground beneath me disappear. The feeling of weightlessness and glimpse of airborne freedom is crushed by the harsh ground and by a harsher reality. As I rolled down this hill hit me that I didn't know what I was doing. I did not know how to find another source of this fruit. I would die without having accomplished anything. Leaving my people to suffer and be disgraced they found out what I was doing.
Cuts, bruises, and scrapes run along my whole body. As I stop descending downward and pass out. As I awaken I feel as though my body supported by leaves. Squirming around something falls in my mouth and I instinctively swallow. The taste is better, maybe sour, but sweet. I opened my eyes and shoveled as many as I can in my mouth filling the void. And I pass out again only to be awakened with a better overall vigor. Can I stand up and stare at the surroundings? I realize that this is a salvation of our people.
With the friends in renewed vigor I collect as many of these different looking red berries, blackberries, blueberries, and bumpy red berries as many containers as I could. I knew the more I could fit the more I could save. So I jammed as much as I could. Over and over the repetitive motion of jamming in fruits into containers. Fingers died with red. I made my way back to my people.
Behold I said as I held out the food that could save our people. They're skeptical at first, however some desperate or dare I say brave people took my heating. Within 2 days or less there was a visible improvement on these people. Soon word spread and even the clan heads and house Dread took interest. Making a convoluted and complex story I explained that by chance I've been a dragon in my exploration and through hearing my story decided to help. explain that I would be the only one that could make the trips back and forth to receive this mystical Boon. They asked what the Boon was called and thought of my fervent motion to devoutly save as many people as I can and looking at my stained red hands I need to jam.
It was a process but eventually people started to recover and I would make trips to retrieve more Jam. For my bravery and to explore and find a solution to save our kind I was given the scale of a dragon that's given to our clan long ago. Along with changing my name to Jam Jam. His fourth I was known as Prince Jam Jam. The savior of Kobolds and the destroyer of feminine and sickness.
Everything was going good as I explored more of the outside world and brought more jam to my people. The scale gifted by a dragon I held on to I noticed that it would start to pulse with power. The more time I would spend with it the more connection I created. And with the scale my hand it communicated to explore the outside more and eventually led me to the pits of poisonous gas. Scared and trembling with trepidation I still somehow trusted the scale as I threw it in a pond of poison. And as it bubbled it was asking me to feed it with thoughts, feelings, belief, and lastly asked me for part of my soul. Confusion struck but this act I've never been so sure of what I had to do next. Boom an explosion occurred as light traveled and the poison water swirled. Now an empty crater climbed out a majestic and mighty creature that I knew of the eyes and passion for freedom. It felt so right they touched this hatchling and named it Peanut-butter.
I knew the peanut butter and I would be connected forever. Bringing him and explaining to the clan heads the new boon I obtained from the dragon alongside delivery of jam my political power began to grow. Third brother in second sister were not happy and so they schemed to take everything away from me. Sending spies to follow me so that they may too ask the great Dragon for Boons just as powerful. My treasury was revealed. I was knocked out along with peanut butter and taken to be tried for my crimes. The trial would have gone my immediate execution where I explained that I did what I did to save our people. The caves are great and mighty. Our doctrines and beliefs or sound however they should not hold our people especially if they can help us fight against death. As we change and adapt so too must our values, traditions, and beliefs. To the we may be strong to live.
I knew that my speech created discord that spread throughout the community. Some agree with my views arguing if I had not done so then none of us would be alive. Other stating that it was foolish of me to do so and that I should be executed for my crimes saying that the great gave was putting us through a test and that the true survivors would be rewarded and saved. Through many deliberation my punishment is permanent exile. Never to return to the people who I only tried to help. However I knew that I created a change. That they would have to see my way because they're reserves won't last long. Even I knew the delivery of Jam was a temporary solution to a permanent problem. If they do not heed my words I fear that the cave fruits will not be the only thing to run out. If they're not careful the ecology of the cave will collapse and a true famine will strike leaving no food for anybody.
I vow to be back one day to take back the throne for those presently in power will cause our downfall of us Kobolds. I vowed to come back stronger and with a more permanent solution to the future famine. I vowed to leave our people in glory, and health, and in happiness.
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