Leave the cave, he said.
Daggoth lived an idyllic Unknown life. He had a little grotto all to himself. Thing enters cave, thing enters Daggoth's belly. Sometimes, thing make good hat. Being the black sheep of his tribe wasn't so bad, it meant that the others left him alone. Daggoth liked being alone.
Then the black furball showed up. Not a food, and not a hat. He said his name was Ash the cat. No matter how many times Daggoth threw Ash out of his cave, the cat would always return. Ash was invincible! Eventually, Daggoth stopped trying. Ash was warm and soft, Ash rumbled and vibrated like a little earthquake when touched. Daggoth learned to like Ash, even if he hated everyone else. The cat began to speak to him. The cat said that Daggoth needed to learn how to behave, how to be nice to others. In exchange, he would teach Daggoth something neat. Daggoth thusly made his first and dearest friend. He took care of Ash, and Ash taught him how to open his hexing-eye. He said it was an eye, but it wasn't. Witchcraft is complicated.
Ash shared his knowledge of all manner of things with Daggoth. A year passed by, and another. Daggoth grew bigger and used his words better. He conversed in common and other languages of the undergrounds, to Ash and the other creatures that managed to evade his hungry maw. He learned about the world, and his place in it. He was told of the history of his people, and the terrible power of the dragons that the greatest of kobolds wield. Daggoth took this lesson to heart.
Ultimately, upon Ash's insistence, Daggoth decided to leave his cave. Daggoth wants to acquire power. Daggoth wants to become a destructive force. Ashcat, as he affectionately calls his familiar friend, knows that he will only realize his potential with the support of comrades and community.
Armed with his knowledge, cunning, and witchcraft, Daggoth and Ash now find themselves in the new world. First Landing will never be the same!
