The Worst Kobold

This is a story of Fluke, the worst kobold who ever lived. He was a clumsy, awkward, malformed, 50-ton, thick scaled, razor clawed creature of destruction. A swing of his tail could cause a cave-in. A misstep could crush anyone unfortunate enough to be underneath his massive foot.  He was truly the worst. Now, I know what you're thinking. That... sounds like I'm talking about a dragon. But no. Fluke was just a simple kobold. He knew it. Everyone in the tribe knew it. He sprang from an egg like one. Raised like one. Worked, ate, and slept one one.  After all, no all powerful dragon would toil away in the mines like he did. Dragons were royalty.  Powerful, majestic, royal beasts of pure elemental power. And Fluke certainly wasn't any of that. Yet, as we soon discover, there is more to Fluke than meets the eye.  Please, have a seat, and let me tell you about Fluke. The Worst Kobold.