Within the depths and dark interiors of the Vast Verdant Jungle, the enormous sea of trees that covered hundreds if not thousands of kilometers over the more temperate regions of the continent of Jotunheim, the dark presence of an ancient entity was awake. For eons he had been sleeping, waiting for the moment to awake. After having been struck down by his lethal enemy, he had fallen into a slumber for a long time, but now, he had woken up in a different world, a world that changed over millions of years, completely alien to what he knew of. His mind seemed tired, and his memories and personality were fragmented and twisted respectively, he didn't knew what was happening and there was a strange sense of dread within his very body.
Could it be that he had lived for way too long now? As a being of incredible power, he had been able to survive despite how big his wound was and how long he had been sleeping, but something else was within him now, something that he had a hard time being able to completely assess, it was within him, and perhaps, becoming part of him as well as he slept over eons. Sometimes he felt as if he wasn't him, and other times he felt as if he was being the same person as always… constantly changing, as if there was something else with him now, but that had also become him.
This darkness blooming within his heart distorted his thoughts and his will, and slowly, he ended mixing so much with it that both entities, once lethal enemies, became a single being, him. The Scaled God looked around the entire world, as if he were a newborn with the experience and lives of two beings converged together, but his will was the same as both, and it conflicted with one another greatly… However, through a battle of wills one night, the dragon self was suppressed, as this embodiment of darkness took over his consciousness, and told him the right thing to do.
He was called the Scaled God as he emerged from the forbidden dragon ruins in the middle of this enormous jungle, being found by a large tribe of lizardmen. At first, they were scared of him, they ran away, but as he kept chasing them, they ended giving up, and kneeled before him, they offered their loyalty to him, the Scaled God, and decided to serve him for all their lives as the one that would guide them to prosperity… Yes, prosperity…
Of course, within his ambitious and malicious mind, there was only a single goal, and that goal was opening a gate to bring forth the Chaos once more… The Chaos that once consumed everything in the past, and the Chaos that the owner of his body once fought against to defend this world from this all-consuming darkness. He commanded his troops to do as he said, slowly expanding across the entirety of the jungle as he gained more insight of this new and changed world through the many eyes he could create to see as much as he wanted.
Eventually, the red eyes that could see it all stopped the figures of several strange lizardmen coming from the farther lands to the outside, as he learned about this outside world aside from an endless jungle, he learned about the Kingdom of Frost Tear, the Duchy and the Village, and quickly, he decided that they were his next targets. He required sustenance, energy, life, blood, souls! He required all of these precious materials to form the Gate and do as he was commanded by his own thoughts.
He had been patiently scouting the area, and now, he had decided to start something at long last, he wanted to test the strength of these mortals, and see how powerful they could truly have become over these years. He remembered how hopeless they were once, and he wondered if they would be as hopeless as back then now… He needed to gather a large group of troops, and then, he would grant them more strength than mere lizardmen could possibly imagine to have.
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Larzak Kraxu, a powerful black-scaled Lizardman from the Black Fang Tribe, the strongest of all the tribes of the jungle and the one with the greatest population was not really a wild and savage man as many of the other more peaceful lizardmen thought, in fact, the lizardmen of these areas of the jungles were just as "normal" as them if not stronger and given more training in terms of battle. Their dialect sounds terrifying compared to the common lizardmen tongue because they developed differently, and they were developed such a way of speaking to intimidate predators with their voice, who lurked everywhere within the jungle.
As they were all raised in a world of many dangers with death only a few steps outside of their village, the Lizardmen of these areas of the jungle had to adapt, become stronger, and also more aggressive, they had sharp senses, keen intelligence, and also the ability to easily be able to adapt to situations and fighting monsters. Because of the dangers that not only monsters but also other lizardmen tribes had brought to them, they had be grow cautious over many eons and generations, and therefore they were akin to not be too friendly with those that lived in the borders of the jungles, and they treated them as the "wild" ones instead, afraid of being attacked, they often intimidated them or attacked them first, although sometimes they simply let them be and didn't get involved with them…
These lasts years, many of the large tribes of lizardmen had been gathering together with the purpose of serving the Scaled God, a being that is prophesied to be the God of all lizardmen which they must serve to achieve prosperity and a bright future, and as one of the chiefs of the biggest tribe there is, he was called by the Scaled God as his closest retainer…
