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== ''"The most redonkulously awesome lizardman ever.  Period." -Div'' ==  
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== ''"The most redonkulously awesome Lizardman ever.  Period." -Div'' ==  
[[image:lobo.jpg|frame|]]
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[[Image:lobogetoff2.jpg|frame|Get off my lawn.]]
  
'''Race''': Lizardman<br/>
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'''Race''': [[Lizardfolk | Lizardman]]<br/>
'''Realm''': Dur-Demarion<br/>
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'''Age''': 4,000+<br/>
'''Slave Name''': Trevor S. Johnson<br/>
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'''Realm''': [[Dur-Demarion]]<br/>
'''Started''': Summer '03 <br/>
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'''Started''': Started '03 <br/>
'''Unit''': Horde <br/>
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'''Unit''': N/A <br/>
'''Weapon of Choice''': Shield and random weapon<br/>
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'''Weapon of Choice''': Tepoztopilli & Tecpatl<br/>
  
  
Hailing from the harsh, sweltering jungles of [[Lizardmen#General_Info|Lustria]] is the lizardman known in the [[Horde]] as Lo'bo.  
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Hailing from the harsh, sweltering jungles is the Lizardfolk known as Lob'o. Born in an ancient spawning pool on Athuax many centuries ago, the Skink Priest rose to infamy among Lizardman society. Blessed with the prophetic white hide, Lob'o quickly rose to become a great spiritual leader as one of the few Lizardfolk Priests. Though often seen as a radical and sometimes even a heretic by his fellow White Skinks, he is undoubtedly a highly respected addition to Lizardfolk society and has amassed a loyal following over the centuries with his Cult of Gems. He can often be found on the streets of Athuax veiled and preaching his ancient words to the often bewildered passersby. Despite his religious fervor and status as a Priest, Lob'o is also one of the first to answer the call of battle when his people are threatened. After learning that their homeland was under attack on multiple fronts, the Lizardfolk realized that expansion would be needed to secure their jungle home for centuries to come. The time had come to forge relationships with other races of the World, either mutual or bloody. A small band of the greatest Lizardfolk warriors was dispatched to this alien world, one not yet witnessed outside of their jungle homeland. This diplomatic trek was not without hardships, however, and many Lizardfolk died in the process. Among the survivors was Lob'o, who always kept faith that the mighty Sotek would lead them true. Making their way through the vast [[Elf|Elven]] forests, the sprawling [[Dwarf|Dwarven]] mountains, and the great [[Human]] plains, the Lizardfolk found no solace. Having tangled with Humans in the past, no trust was to be found there. Anyone that would ally themselves with these infidels was certainly no friend of the Lizardfolk either. All they had were each other...that is until they made their way to the far East...
 
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The [[Lizardmen|Slann]] Mages didn't know what to expect as they approached the great Fuming Serpent on the far Eastern Volcanic Isles. Their usually meditative faces showed signs of curiosity while their [[Lizardmen|Saurus]] guards carried the platforms upon where the massive sages were perched. The night was particularly dark with a blanket of clouds blocking the glowing comfort of the Moon above. This spawning pool lie dormant for centuries under the raging, molten spire. While most spawning pools in the ancient cycle are located under the great pyramids and temples, this particular pool lay off the coast on an uninhabitable isle. The reason for this location was lost long ago in the Great Catastrophe that wiped out the Old Ones along with the first generation of Slann. Only the ancient scrolls held the location and spawning cycle, which was considerably longer in time than the average pool. Some two-thousand years and change had passed since this pool last bubbled to life and spawned a child of Old. The Slanns in their infinite wisdom and brooding intellect seemed most intrigued as to what was to transpire upon their arrival. They could have never predicted the events that would come to pass this cloudy night.
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To be continued...
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Latest revision as of 13:37, 27 September 2021


[edit] "The most redonkulously awesome Lizardman ever. Period." -Div

Get off my lawn.

Race: Lizardman
Age: 4,000+
Realm: Dur-Demarion
Started: Started '03
Unit: N/A
Weapon of Choice: Tepoztopilli & Tecpatl


Hailing from the harsh, sweltering jungles is the Lizardfolk known as Lob'o. Born in an ancient spawning pool on Athuax many centuries ago, the Skink Priest rose to infamy among Lizardman society. Blessed with the prophetic white hide, Lob'o quickly rose to become a great spiritual leader as one of the few Lizardfolk Priests. Though often seen as a radical and sometimes even a heretic by his fellow White Skinks, he is undoubtedly a highly respected addition to Lizardfolk society and has amassed a loyal following over the centuries with his Cult of Gems. He can often be found on the streets of Athuax veiled and preaching his ancient words to the often bewildered passersby. Despite his religious fervor and status as a Priest, Lob'o is also one of the first to answer the call of battle when his people are threatened. After learning that their homeland was under attack on multiple fronts, the Lizardfolk realized that expansion would be needed to secure their jungle home for centuries to come. The time had come to forge relationships with other races of the World, either mutual or bloody. A small band of the greatest Lizardfolk warriors was dispatched to this alien world, one not yet witnessed outside of their jungle homeland. This diplomatic trek was not without hardships, however, and many Lizardfolk died in the process. Among the survivors was Lob'o, who always kept faith that the mighty Sotek would lead them true. Making their way through the vast Elven forests, the sprawling Dwarven mountains, and the great Human plains, the Lizardfolk found no solace. Having tangled with Humans in the past, no trust was to be found there. Anyone that would ally themselves with these infidels was certainly no friend of the Lizardfolk either. All they had were each other...that is until they made their way to the far East...

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