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« on: April 23, 2010, 07:38:09 pm »
Gizmundin was awoken from his slumber, he did not like this, this made him very edgy and easily annoyed, he hated not sleeping long enough, but alas, sleep would have to wait, there was work to be done.He noticed that one of the gods changed, or was he gone entirely, no matter, he didn't enjoy the godly squablbes anyway.He decide it was time for his children to arrive.He took the soothing green of the plains, the gray rock of the earth, the deep blue of the skies and the scorching red of the planets heart, and he made the lizardfolk, each of the four tribes he made was fond of their element and it's color.The greens lived on the plains, togheter with the nature, they valued all life and nurtured it.The grays lived underground, they were the crafters, they enjoyed creating things and seeing others use them.The blues were his favourite, living on the cliifs on the coasts they were the adventurers, they loved speed and the freedom filght gave them, they lived for exploration and curiosity fueled their society.And finnaly the reds, the warlike, they were a neccesary evil he belived, they were the ones to protect the others, they were the great wall that shielded the weak from the dangers of the universe.They loved fighting, they loved destruction, but they hated one that had no cause.All of the tribes would mix, intertwine and create a living organism which would be the pinnacle of life on this world, a civilization that would strive for greatness.
Gizmundin creates the lizardfolk, with four tribes each with it's own affiliated element and personality, they are all at peace and are working as a single civilization