In the dank, dark, forgotten places of the world, primordial creatures from a bygone age still dwell. The Lizardkin are more numerous than many know for they are a secretive and seldom seen race, preferring their swamps, mires and marshes to the more populated regions. Their culture is old; far more ancient than even the elves but their lack of creativity and intelligence has stunted their civilisation so that most still use stone tools and weapons.
Their tribes are ruled by the Blood Drinkers, a crazed Shamanistic class that drink the blood of living creatures to tell the future or talk with their ancestors. It is these terrifying beings that bring danger to the mortal world, for these sly, foul monsters have what most Lizardkin do not… Cunning, wits and knowledge.
Under their rule the dim witted reptilians galvanise into ferocious warriors, Whats more the Blood Drinkers know ancient rituals to call forth the most primordial of their brethren; Deathscales from the darkest mires, Troglodytes from their underground lairs and Behemoths from the depths of the earth…
The Blood Drinkers have but one plan… to make all blood run cold…