[An emblem of a kobold, crude and in bold, unskilled strokes, prefaces the pamphlet]

There once was a little creature. He was not very strong. All other creatures wanted to eat him. All other creatures hunted him. They killed the children of his kind; they killed his friends, they killed everyone he worked with as he toiled in the mines better than any other creature could.

This creature was small now. And alone.

But this creature prayed to Kurtulmak - the great hero of tales; our god, large and strong and proud - and he prayed so that he may be given strength like Kurtulmak had it.

And Kurtulmak, in his wisdom, delivered. The creature became cunning; swift and nimble with traps and hateful of all the other beasts who killed his kind. Kurtulmak gave him the greatest gift indeed - hate.

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[The font is larger now, easy to read.]

Channel your hate for good. Channel it... and we can drive out all the filthy creatures who would slay us. One kobold is weak, but united and as many, we will maim, slay and devour those who hunt us.

The Tunnels are our home. We have to protect our home! We have to drive out intruders and have to expand and become a strong tribe!

Kobolds who read this - find K'zarixizinielak and we will unite. We will unite our kind. We will grow strong and have a home to mine, work and worship Kurtulmak. And with our hate working for one goal, we will overcome all those who dare oppose us, and their bodies and blood will be a feast to us and an offering to Kurtulmak!

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Praise Kurtulmak!

Recall what they did to us. What they did to us for centuries. Recall how they would kill our young, for decades and years and on and on. Do not shy away from your emotions. Control them. Control the hate. And united in hate we will cleave through our foes like Kurtulmak's sharp spear-tip cleaves through the enemy!