Lizard-folk Strike

"Heroes. I can sense them. A group of ten lizardfolk how facisnating this is what the forth time they tried to invade correct?" the overlord states, the last part a question aimed at Uldar.

"The brutes never learn my master.", Uldar replies, his head still bowed for fear of arousing the dark lord's anger again.

"Hmm. I thought they learned their lesson I suppose I should go and await them in the throne room once again.", the overlord says and then looks to you, seeming to consider something for a moment before speaking again, "You, my servant, shall go up and impede the progress of the heroes. I do not expect you to do much just impeded them a bit."

You do not hesitate in bowing your head to your sire, listening to his orders intently. You inwardly bristle at the idea of what your father will do to your people but you knew better than to stand in his way for those who made it past you.

"Good. Now...go.", he says as he waves a hand at you and, again, you feel the tingle of magic all around you. This time, however, nothing appears, but rather you disappear. One moment, you are still standing in the dank room where the spawning pool rests and, the next, you are standing in a stone hallway lit by torches on the walls and filled with your master's servants charging forward around you.

They pay you little mind as they charge forward, the creatures ranging from goblins to twisted animal-creatures to armored figures that were probably once untainted humans or elves and were now twisted servants to your lord. What they are charging towards is clear as you see a group of nine normal lizard-fold and once giant of one. Information flooded your mine as you figured out the lead lizard-folk was a Scion meaning she has lived about one-hundred years, what caught you off guard was that simple fact you where about the same size as her. Meaning you would also be a Scion but the information that filtered into your mind stated you were too young for the title, her scales on top where the color of granite while her underbelly was a lovely shade of emerald. Her trident was made of stone a mix of emerald and sapphire fused together with magic showing her status as a recognized scion, the two vanguard at her side had sapphire under scales of brilliant blue showing that they where males.

The information that flowed told you they are Canyon lizard-folk the rest of group was a mix of females and male individuals except for one red female who was casting spells. The red female was using flame magic and had a breath attack indicating she carried the blood of dragons in her veins, she had a heavily armored male at her side the information indicated that he was a berserk a great warrior among our people. The information kept flowing into your mind as you observed goblins, orcs and skeletons battling the individuals.

Firstly the Canyon clan was known for their beauty and magic. Their magic was mostly of the arcane either taught by generation or like the red scaled magic that ran in the bloodline, while Scions are rare among all clans the Canyon Clan hadn't had one in almost two thousand years. It also informed you that your own clan was technically the kamodo clan an extinct clan that first challenged your sire and in the last raid against the lord was nearly exterminated. The master in his endless mercy took the remainder of the clan in raising the eggs in safety of the tower.

The strike **** then noticed you while the remaining of your master forces stood besides you, the strike **** paused looking towards the Scion for her command.