The Last Saurus.
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Far south of the empire, past the lands of Brettonia, Past Estalia and the border princes, even the bad lands and the lands of the dead, Past the great desert of araby lies an extreme place. A place that holds treasures beyond measure and beasts never seen the world over.
Yet it is not devoid of life. Thousands of years ago this huge area known as the Southlands was joined too the continent known as Lustria and the most ancient of all races inhabited both of the islands. The race that would only be talked about in dark taverns, fools tales, tales of great riches but the race that guards them is a staunch defender… The lizard men.
The lizard men are the lost children of the gods and have looked over the world since the dawn of the time. But when chaos came to the world Lustria and the Southlands were separated. Thus created the World pond (referred too as the great ocean by men) The leaders of the Lizard men, the slann could not communicate with there lost brethren on either side of the world pond.
The lizard men began to detiriate in the Southlands, Saurus (the soldiers of the lizard men) Stopped spawning and all war was left too the Skinks. So over time the Society of the Southlands Devolved. The temple cities crumbled and the Slann entered longer meditations. The only Saurus were guarding them, and the skinks returned too there animal instincts. In the temple city of Cuexotl the spawning pools are almost dry. But one more Saurus will come and he will change the Southlands forever…
Cuexotl Spawning pools.
Deep in the bowls of the temples city lies a dark room. Unlit for many years, the last spawning pool is almost dried up. With no one too tend too it, the spawning pool was almost depleted. But in the shallow waters a pair of eyes opened. A set of claws reached out and grabbed the cold stone and pulled the scaled body from the stagnant water. The Saurus stood for the first time and look around and registered its surroundings.
Dark.
It thought.
Alone.
It wondered.
My name…. No-Char.
It remembered.
It stepped down carefully and slowly began too walk through the pitch-black darkness. Instincts told it too call. A Low bark, almost a chirp, left the creature's throat. IT echoed down the long stone halls that had long since been abandoned.
Alone…
The Saurus didn't understand, where were the skinks ready too hand the soldier weapons and a shield, where were the other Saurus who he would serve by too protect the old ones ancient relics, where were they….
It stepped out of the spawning room and into the hall. No one here either. The Saurus Barked again louder this time. It echoed down the halls each way. But again no answer came. No-Char sniffed and smelt clearer air along the passage too the east. He turned and wandered along, every now and then he would echo a call and be met with no reply. But eventually he reached the surface and looked over the grounds of the temple city.
Barren. Deserted. Abandoned. Would be words that would spring too mind but no-Char on had one thought.
Alone…