Interlude: The Foolish Lizardman

Deep inside the forest of jura there exists another race. The lizardman race. A race known for their prideful personalities. As well as their domain, Lake Siss.

Inside a cave we see over 10 lizardmen standing guard at the side of the walls. At the very back of the cave in the center, there is an older looking lizardman. He sits upon a throne, wielding a trident. This is the nameless leader of the lizardman tribe. Currently he is waiting for his scout to return. He himself was knowledgeable about the fall of both the ogre tribe and a beastman tribe.

"Chieftain!" A guard was screaming as he was running down the tunnel. This was the scout he sent to observe the orcs movements. He was frantically running to the chieftain all while screaming. You could hear the sheer fear in his voice as he was getting closer. After all that running, he finally came to a stop at the foot of the chiefs throne.

"What is it? About how many orcs did you spot?" The chieftain asked his subordinate. He could not answer at the time, as he was out of breath from all the running. But he finally muster up the breath and courage to speak.

"Chieftain! The orc army! They number over 200,000 strong!"

This alarming, no, massive amount of info caused a stir among the present lizardman. They didn't want to believe it. How were they suppose to defeat an army numbering over 200,000. It seems hopeless.

"Are you sure? You have to be sure about this." The chieftain questioned his underling.

"Yes chieftain, while observing them we used [Sense Heat Source]. I am absolutely sure those were their numbers." The room continued to gossip. Saying things such as....

"How is an orc army this organized?"

"Who got this many orcs to follow them?"

"An Orc Lord." Said the chieftain. This caused all commotion in the room to cease.

"It's the only explanation we have for why they are so organized and their numbers. For now does anyone know where my son is?" The chieftain asked, as he has an order for his son.

"I'm here father." A lone lizardman entered the room. He was different from the rest of them. It wasn't a physical difference. It was something he possessed while the others didn't.

"Father, please call me by the name bestowed upon me by lord gelmud." Gabiru was his name. With this name of his he believed he was above the rest, including his father. Though his care for his people runs deep. Being the only one with a name, blinds him to a certain extent.

"It shouldn't matter what I call my son. I have a task for you."

"If I may ask, what is it?" Gabiru questioned.

"Go to the surrounding goblin villages and gather reinforcements."

"It shall be done father." With those words Gabiru proceeded to leave his fathers presence and gathered some fellow lizardmen to assist him. With this task his father bestowed upon him, he became glad. He could prove himself to his father. Prove himself worthy of being his successor.

With this goal in mind he set off in order to gain his fathers approval.