Throk of Tribe Thornscale, Carver of the Stone

## History

"For every egg is our might, for every life is our sight"

For the most part, it was relatively safe and secure, their people only having to deal with other underground races and creatures alike. On occasion. Though it is strongly fortified and these sorts of occurrences are counted as extremely rare. Being hatched in the location that he was, had given him something of leeway, and more times than not being treated slightly better than he normally would have. However, this did not go directly to his head. Most of the time.  Though whenever he had done something completely odd, it would be quickly dismissed for that reason. For most of his youth he is very eager to learn everything about construction, how things were put together, how could you make them part. How to improve or use the faults that are in structures.  Continuously, he would attempt to acquire tools from the stone carvers and laborers, always with the intent to return, so he could better learn on his own rather than being shown. This did not stop Throk, spending a good portion of his days with those who worked, those who carved. Attempting to learn every aspect of building from start to finish. Being quite thorough and agonizingly precise.  The only times when he was not attending his own lessons, is when he took the time to spend with his siblings, those from his crotch and those from others. They were his kin and he was always pleased to see them. Spending time with his family was a blessing in its self.  Through spending most of his time with his younger brother Jak, seeing him as a stern and brave one, though he is always trying to make him laugh or smile. Not wanting his little brother to be too stern or feared he would end up turning to a statue of some kind.  Throk would end up being tasked with reinforcing existing structures within the territory of the tribe and design some new chambers within the vast network of tunnels and caverns that has made up their home. Even leading a small team to begin venturing out to see possible alliances for their tribe, or at the very least secure supplies and a foothold, are times that will come.  Though these times were few and far between, being like the rest of his clan, he has never set out to seek more than himself, all while continuing to be a vital part of the community. Even if they have times when they had to avoid conflict or death. Planning ahead for the possibility of something like that happening, like their shaman, or the leading caretaker of the tribe and caretaker of its native land, Shadow, that they were.  Throk loved his life and was passionate about his work and all that it is that he did in the little shack that he made when he was a young boy, and did not yet fully understand how to properly build anything, in this place he daydreamed about the world's surface.  Every day, his curiosity would lead him to study, explore, question, and in general do whatever he could to learn more about his tribe, the outside world, and everything in between. He spent his time with his siblings, in particular his younger brother, Jak, building things, creating, fighting, learning, helping, all while enjoying life.  This was what he wanted, when he was younger, the chance to experience the world for himself. However, the dangers that surround the tribe often leave him walking the line, treading the fine line between being a man and a figure hidden in the shadows.  Often, the smallest of mistakes would have the outside world upon the tribe for that same reason. For their leadership rarely issued any reprimands for actions that were deemed as 'faults' by their leadership, or worse, become detrimental to the tribe's leadership.  A move that would become his own personal fault, but learning from it, understanding it, and despite it, pushing forward. For he would stay true to the rules, or rules to be more accurate, but never breaking them, and even when others would complain of being sent out by the Spirit King to attack a neighboring tribe, he would still remain loyal to the tribe, for as he learned, things are not always what they seem to be.  If anything, his life is an exercise in seeing the truth, and making no excuses for it, but instead moving forward. For there will always be a lesson to be learned, whether it be a lesson in humility or a lesson that could save one's life, those lessons are always there.  Many things, for instance, he had learned while traveling with some other tribes. What it was like to live alongside one another, the horrors of what could happen, and the beauty of it all. With his young brother Jak traveling with him as a protector to him, each of them leaning while traveling with others to see what tribes of the outside world could be trusted, what ones could not.  He'd learned a lot on the trip, even though he had been the only one traveling with no direct experience with these other races. One that he now believes he will be able to teach Jak when he comes of age, and they should be together to learn this for themselves. It is a mutual arrangement.  Though, there will always be that one thought in his mind that worries that Jak will want to go out on his own, but who would be to protect him? Throk had thought, worried a bit but choose to push the idea in the back of his head. While enjoying traveling with his younger brother as they began traveling with outside tribes, and meeting the new strange races of soft skins.  Throk had begun designing new structures for massive mines, and underground tunnel work while traveling, he was constantly pushing forward and learning more about mining and doing the job better, quicker, and more efficiently. But he still had yet to meet anyone who could speak with him, nor could he understand their languages. Only a few did not speak a common language, and those that did usually spoke to him, as if they knew of a female leader kobold of the tribe, they were traveling with who only spoke common.  They could sense the kobold's attention, and though he knew what they were saying, they could never comprehend her sounds, nor the words. They simply laughed at him and tried to communicate, but they could not, as he did not understand their actions or intentions. Furthermore, they would laugh, wave their arms, smile and continue on their way.  They seemed to like him; it is why he went out of his way to play with them. That, and they were adorable little things, Throk he loved watching them hop, jump, and try to fly with little things they had made, looked as if they work is they tried to glide through.  For a long time, he had, just watched them, observed their behavior, and listened to their speech. Only when they attempted to learn their language, was he actually able to communicate with them, though he had yet to find anyone who could understand him. It was rare, but he was sure it was only a matter of time before he did. He hoped not long, for they were already growing closer and closer to him, though he wished they would keep in mind of their difference of the size between his race of lizardfolk, and the much smaller kobolds that they were.  Throk was thankful they understood his harden scales. Many of the other tribes of the plains, viewed his features with strange fascination, and a desire to try and understand them. Since lizardfolk males are known to be very fertile, and female kobolds, like an orc, and dragon-kin were extremely fertile, or so he thought. They were always after someone who could give them stronger children to protect and bring up, and soon they became it.  All-female kobolds are of noble birth, and many stronger families have lineages from the tribes they had encounter would often attempt the ways of seduction on Throk and his younger brother Jak, hoping to gain new bloodlines and stronger children from them. His parents often did the same, as he was both a male and of a great noble house. However,  Throk did not have to worry about his younger brother, Jak was far more tolerant of the interest than his brother or father ever was. He was smart and more outspoken of the two, and he had always been the more rebellious. However, for the moment, he had more important things to worry about, like whether he could convince the other members of the traveling tribes to visit his brother's tent instead, and taking more time to learn about their ways and culture before that.  By the time Throk and his brother reach the lands of the tribe they had been traveling with they had met another tribe of Lizardfolks who had been breeding with kobolds and other races for that matter, seeing the large families of the lizards and kobolds, their warrens.  There were many small homes for the children to live in, and when they were old enough, they would work the mines with their families to obtain money, food, and artifacts that were passed down within the cave's walls, each year a new generation was different from the one before.  By the time Throk and his brother reach the lands of the tribe they had been traveling with they had met another tribe of Lizardfolks who had been breeding with kobolds and other races for that matter, seeing the large families of the lizards and kobolds, their warrens. There were many small homes for the children to live in, and when they were old enough, they would work the mines with their families to obtain money, food, and artifacts that were passed down within the cave's walls, each year a new generation was different from the one before.  Jak seems to enjoy the training with the warrior and defends of the tribe they had come to visit with, while Throk was more than busy learning how their cave system worked, the overall design of every building he could find. Still, the females of this tribe had hounded them, and it was more than entertaining for Throk and Jak. Through their bribe had some strange laws, all eggs that were laid by the females were remaining with them, this was why the females of the tribe were so very vigorous and high spritzed with traveling males.  Knowing the more children, the females of this tribe had, the bigger it would get, Throk and Jak had understood the reason for this and help with the matter. Making sure more than a few females had been tended to and eggs of their bloodline would live on in this ally tribe. The only thing that had saddened them knew the eggs that hatched would not legally be counted as their children.  They traveled one of the caravans of this tribe for days, following the side of the river they now found, and it was at this point they come to the lake of the horde and its many campfires. Many had been sleeping since the day before and there were even some little lizardfolk-kobold crossbreds. They were the cutest little creatures, and their palettes colored deep blues and greens. They would follow the group, would reach up on their hind legs and try and touch Jak, screaming as they were giggling hysterically. They were small, even for their kind, but the boys didn't care, he loved these little creatures and would love to know more about them.  Throk moved over to the lake to see if the females were in there, even knowing if any of them ended up laying eggs he could not count them as his children.  It was in the lake in the center of this gathering that they found the females. They were laying eggs and they were blue and green, the darkest colors that Throk had ever seen. They ranged in size from a few inches up to two feet.  What was incredible was that Throk saw that a few of these lizards laid a few eggs on the mud, as they washed them out in the waters, they would roll them along to cover them in the blue and green eggshells, so when they were hatching, they would have the most beautiful blue eyes.  Jak moved over and placed the egg he was carrying in the water, and the little green creature in it would open its eye to take in the world around them, as it crawled out of the murky water. Throk called Jak over and stood beside him, as Jak began picking up the eggs that had laid in the water. They then began to help their newborn creature crawl out onto the mud.  It was then that he saw the hatchling crawl out of the murky water and into his arms. It was a lizard child he was not sure who the father was, it could have easily been jak based on the colors, but still very much in love with it and would love to have it as his own. Throk wrapped his arms around the hatchling, he looked at the faces the boys beamed at, green like their own but with the coloring of blue or blueish green.  With blue brows and blue, dark green, starry eyes that looked almost wet in the light of the glowing fire, no blue or green eyes like their own. It was a beautiful hatchling and Jak had been right it was a male. It would be easy to raise, but it was still a young one, they could train it up if they wished, but what they could not raise it was the predators of this land.  Throk would move the small hatchling onto the shore, and let him return to its mother who was watching over the other as they had started to hatch. The lizardfolk, kobolds, and the other crossbreds and would swim around before Throk, Jak, and the others there would return back to the caravans, only this time the tribe they were traveling with were inside of them, at least now Throk and Jak knew why they always brought one empty wagon that was covered, to protect the young hatchlings and keep them safe from the elements.  by dusk come, Throk and Jak had fallen since others would be taking the night watch of the herd. the two brothers and the caravan on the way to trade foods found themselves in a dark forest with trees all around, with the moon rising up out of the water, Jak was lighting torches, others were talking and the young hatchlings was asleep, their first night sleeping in a place where they would be safe, and to rest their bodies after a long day of travel.  When morning the caravan was readying for the day, as the night before they had barely made it before nightfall, and when they finally reached the lands, they had been coming to makes the trade. Throk and Jak had gotten off the caravan, thanking this tribe for allowing them to travel with them and the company over the past few months.

- Have reached Union Pass -

Throk is the owner of small mining operation that has just started out, and is slowly beginning to grow. Thornscale Mine

#### Appearance

* **Eyes**: The eyes themselves bright yellow, piercing streaks of orange that emerge from each of the irises.  They remain appropriate size for him.
* **Face**: Having a normal shaped face for a lizardfolk, the only unique thing that can be noticed is the unique spines that are growing out from the sides of his face, twisting and turning a root.
* **Scales**: Every single scale on his body is an unusual albino white, slightly nearing transparent like appearance near the surface.  Each of the skills a rather jagged in their shape, with a single spike retreating from the center, similar to most desert-like reptilians.
* **Hands/Claws**: Having long humanoid-like hands, each of his finger are set with razor sharp claws.
* **Feet/Claws**: Having monstrous-like feet, with only three digits for his toes.  Two of the digits appear to have small claws but, the inner digit has grown a larger talon instead of normal appendages.
* **Tail**: The length of his tail is equal to the size of his body, running down the center of his tail has a column of spines drifting down to the tip of his tail.
* **Spines**: Having a column of spines growing out from the top of his head down the bottom of the tail.  Each individual spine varies in its appearance, some appearing quite translucent, while others remain a murky white. The size increasing the further it goes from the top of his head to the tip of his tail.

#### Personality

* **Family oriented**: Family comes first, with Throk he may fight and yell with his kin and those who share his name. But he will put their needs first, so long as they do not endanger the rest.
* **Loyal**: When he makes a friend or ally, he will go out of his way to help them with their goals if he is able, turning a blind eye to small matters, and ends up trusting them until they prove that they can no longer.
* **Contradicting**: Throk can often try and see things from a different viewpoint, on occasion, arguing case-by-case the things he supports and refuses simply for the mental exercise.
* **Prideful**: Throk can be rather prideful and arrogant at times, presuming too much about his own limits and skills.  Extremely protective and holds his family in high statute.

#### Loves

* **Family**: He has a desire to remain close to his family, and to be on the way of making his own.
* **Community**: growing up in large groups, have given him a sense of pride with being with others, forming community bonds and attempting to help others see their goals as much as he sees his own.
* **Creating**: Fully enjoying creating something new from raw materials, whether it is building a structure, carving out bricks, tanning hides was simply weaving traps. He enjoys keeping his hands busy whenever possible.
* **Cavern**: Throk absolutely loves caverns, spending most of his life's type of terrain often enough causes them to feel more energetic than ever before.
* **Cloudy skies**: cloudy skies give them a very dissolution all the point that there is some sort of covering far above him, and tends to be more relaxed during times.  The same thing could be said during the later hours of the evening and early mornings, for the sky is black and only stars can be seen.

#### Hates

* **Destruction**: Any form of needless destruction of structures, buildings or even old ruins, causes Throk to grow very angry and leads him with outbursts towards those who do it.
* **The endangerment of eggs or hatchlings**: Throk is a very intense person when it comes to the protection of children of higher and semi-high being's eggs and hatchlings being harm when there is a way to avoid it.
* **Laziness**: there is one thing that he truly hates, and that is when he himself or that of others becomes lazy.  Is someone is simply recovering from a wound any time to heal.  That is one thing.  When someone is found to be lazy without reason, Throk becomes very annoyed and cantankerous.
* **Skies**: having grown up underground and in the vast number of tunnels and caverns alike, Throk does not really trust open skies, being slightly paranoid of that much open space above.
* **Bandits**: Due to numerous raids throughout the territory of his tribe, Throk has grown to hate and despise bandits.  For their many needless attacks, the loss of life and the destruction in their wake.

#### Fears

* **Being an alone for too long**: Having been used to being around so many of his family, friends and all those he has grown up within the tribe. Whenever he is alone without seeing another person for longer than a week, it causes him to be depressed and show signs of fear.

#### Hobbies

* **Building**: Throk truly loves what he can do, and often enough will build whenever possible, and out of suitable material for even the most mundane task after resources can be spared.
* **Engraving**: when there is no set time for a task, Throk will take the day while carving up bricks to carefully engraved each one with the symbol of his people.
* **Killing bandits**: Whenever possible and so long as it does not threaten his life or those around him, Throk will take the time and effort to hunt down and kill bandits.  Seeing them as nothing more than a plague that can be easily purified.

#### Family

* **Jak**: Younger brother who is his greatest advocate and protector.

#### Friends

* Mitsu (surename) Have traveled with some of her family on the way to Union Pass.
* Sh'liek, a small kobold he had meet in Union Pass, the scent of this smell female, and have caught a peek once already at them seeing through the outfit. but not speaking of it, think the Kobold wants to get caught sneaking from him to be punished.

#### Enemies

* None have been formed in the town of Union Pass, so far.

#### Aspirations

* Throk ambitions may seem small compared to some other adventurers hold themselves to, however, knows what he wants, and know what it will take to see it through.  It is his aspiration to open up a mine of his own, literally carving the path he seeks.
* Slowly but surely turning a portion of a mountain into a colossus statue of Yixl'Thraak. The most noteworthy figure that is mentioned within his tribe's history.  (The statue will be of Yixl'Thraak standing beside a copper Dragon, while they are among a horde of knowledge)
* Settling down with a mate and having a large clutch of his own.

## Tribe of the Thornscale

Having much of their historical lands taken over by outsiders, reclaim in a continuous loop of needless bloodshed for over a hundred years before it was originally founded.  That is many of the eggs had begun mutating, being laid in numerous colors, shapes, and sizes very uncommon for such a harsh time.  It is no secret to those of hardened scales, then more times and not those that hatch often are shaped by the current condition of the tribe's need.  Some stories even going as far as the unfertilized eggs hatching into the most cunning of warriors and hunters. It would turn out is no different, however, the change was not always accepted.   Most Lizardfolks are even known to frown upon the overly intelligent members of their race, not trusting them fully.  Due to the origin stories of their race. Until the founder was hatched, the being of both feminine and masculine. The twin soul combined into one flesh, shaping the best of both worlds. Yixl'Thraak, even from such a young age, was well beyond their years with an insatiable hunger to learn and to teach.  Within the next generation, those who showed a greater insight to knowledge were no longer outsiders and exiled due to the fear of such ones who think too much.  Thanks to the leadership and guidance of Yixl'Thraak, the tribe had started progressing further to the mountain, carefully traversing the territories, making sure to be unseen, and soon enough they were able to find a cave that led to a vast network of caverns and tunnels that led deep into the bowels of the earth where the construction of a village soon begins.  No longer desiring the past, the continuing leadership of the twin-soul shaman, the Thronscale tribe was founded and had remained hidden for well over four hundred years. No longer were their raiding parties set upon the races of those who were not like them causing only discord or ill-equipped hunters on the outskirts of the remnants of what some consider naïve attempt at fortifying a territory.  The only time any were sent outside the village for the first hundred years was simply to collect those who had fallen to the mistakes of the past.   More parties would attempt to save any and all eggs, and those who were scaled when possible.  On occasion outsiders, if they had shown the proper respect for the surrounding land, and did not show signs of the hatred and contempt that many outsiders had held for their kin. Formed by a group of lizard folks, kobolds, and a handful of scaled races from various other tribes that had fallen upon the swords of raiders, and the bands of would-be adventurers that saw them nothing more than as monstrous humanoid figures to be collected by bounties and trophies to be collected.  Any and all eggs that were recovered were guaranteed protection, so long as they do not show signs of corruption, given enough time outsiders who had been rescued by any of the war parties would be given the same opportunity.  It was not until the Hunn-Takakir (Gold-root) tree had started to grow in the center of one of the caverns that were meant to be growing mushrooms, did members of the tribe began exploring beyond the safety of our home for better understanding what had caused it.  The surrounding ground had grown lush and vibrant, and all manner plants had begun to grow, without each of the suns to further nourish them.  Many illuminating plants had begun spreading along the walls' cavern.  Putting an end to the most need for a light source.  Still, some prefer the light of enchantment, the flickering flame of a torch.  With a growing abundant supply of fruits and vegetables for most of the tribe members were too little of no use, they had slowly but surely begun trading with the outside world having a greater chance of others learning of their very existence.  But by this time.  Their numbers had swelled beyond count.  And had contained numerous amounts of races that are now part of it, and more than a few had cross-bred within the group.

### **Hunn-Takakir tree**

Hunn-Takakir tree: Not only being hatch within the territories of the tribe but well within the sanctity of the Hunn-Takakir tree is believed to be a blessing and more times and not many often seek some to have one or two eggs from their first clutch to be placed underneath it.  Though, one out of every ten eggs that are placed under the tree never fully hatch, nor do they rot.  Most of the eggs simply sink into the soil never to be seen again.  This is why it has been limited to only a couple of eggs and only with the very first clutch that parents have.  Being warned fully of the risks for placing them there.  However, for each egg that remains above the soil around the tree.  Begin to change dramatically, and each one that emerges often is seen as a blessed one.  Certain aptitudes about them are our enhanced, Whatever the case may be, it thoroughly enhances the natural abilities of those who were able to hatch under it, becoming physically superior.  Some have shown greater promise for the keener minds and understanding of the magical arts.  Far beyond exotic and beautiful, the voice of angelic nature, true speakers of the heart and should.  Whatever the case may be, though the hatched are counted as the chosen.

### **Speaker of Grove**

Dryads have always been extremely protective over the Hunn-Takakir tree, and it was Yixl'Thraak who was able to come to some sort of agreement with them to allow the tribe to live within the deep caverns where it has reside.  Seeing as how many dryads or able to speak plants and trees mutual respect and fondness has grown.  The communication between the dryads and the Hunn-Takakir has been a key factor in the longevity of Thornscale survival and significant progress.  And has been able to relay messages from the tree to thought of the tribe, even going as far as teaching a select few to commune with the tree to help them and the tribe alike. With their guidance, many successful rescues of those who are renowned throughout the tribe, and more than a few foundlings have been acquired.  And more than a few raids to halter against the tribe and groves throughout the land.

### **Honored elders**

Honored elder and did not gain this title by simply living longer, but though who have either done great deeds for the tribe as a whole, a well as those who have either discovered ancient magic recovered forgotten lore, purified greater corruption, protected groves, defended greater evils.  The honored elders are those who have done something to not only be remembered to take the place been a select few of the younger generation work towards.

### **The Chosen**

The ones that are called, chosen.  Those who were successfully attached beneath the Hunn-Takakir tree.  Most time those who are hatched beneath the tree have their most natural gifts amplified beyond most understand.  And have some sort of connection to the tree and.  Whatever they may experience throughout their life is remembered and shared by the Hunn-Takakir.  It is said chosen order sprouting seeds of the holy tree and the tree's gifts to change the world.