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The Astral tides of the furthest dimensions houses places that no mage would dare travel. It was far from safe, wot magics only few could truly command. The essence of conjuration ran deep, a swirling mass of distant worlds forged by the primordial energies that forged the realms of the mortal plane. Upon one of these worlds steeped in magic, depending too the lush jungle planed world, the creature known as Yhrud lived with there family, a lizardlike race, whispered to have the blood of the great dragon Ovander within their veins. They were wild warriors, said to have great evolutionary capabilities, able to adapt to any world, and it's nature's.
Yrud was young, hardly more than a darkening, chasing small prey will in the supervision of his family. His father had left to collect fish, and his mother was carrying two clutches of eggs in her belly, relacing on the stoop of their cave home. Yrud jumped to catch the small lizards that scattered around him, hissing as he asserted his dominance over them.
Yrud was young, hardly more than a darkening, chasing small prey will in the supervision of his family. His father had left to collect fish, and his mother was carrying two clutches of eggs in her belly, relacing on the stoop of their cave home. Yrud jumped to catch the small lizards that scattered around him, hissing as he asserted his dominance over them.