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Ancient Scripture
Centuries after the draconian race became more abundant among other races, a small group of the dragon-kin decided to seek exile from every other race. They had never liked the humans, who were always waging war, much. Nor did they have hold any attachment to their cousins who so eagerly joined the humans in warfare. The fae were juvenile, the silver-elves thought too much of themselves and the orcs? One would not know where to start!
Thus this assemblage of draconians indeed exiled themselves from civilization, or the barbaric races as they called them. They determined that they would create their own destiny, build a society different from the land that they had once called home. Their journey was by no means easy and they had to face many hardships before finding a suitable location. Their numbers were counted in hundreds when they left, and in dozens when they arrived in their destination.
However, their tenacity was rewarded. They came upon a deep swamp, with trees as tall as mountains and thick as boulders. The rain made food plentiful and the deep caves protected their young. The air was thick with the scent of life and the promise of things to come. Best of all was the vast marsh in the midst of the jungle where they could keep their eggs safe and warm. They began to build. In a ceremony of starlight they took their destiny by the hand and offered the draconian name to the fire and the sky, calling themselves a new name, the Lizardman.
They spent time thinking of their culture, a culture which grew rich and complex through the ages. Due to their great health they quickly grew in number. They build cities of gold and copper, cities that would glitter in daylight and shimmer in the placid moonlight, and cities of unsurpassed enlightenment.
Such is the way of the universe that contentment and peace cannot endure forever. All their secrecy and care could not prevent humans from eventually stumbling into one of their beautiful cities.