Hi, you may have spotted this up at Warseer, and then spot some of the names and think "Hang on, they don't match, this guy is an imposter!" but I want to assure you that i'm the same guy (if you want confirmation then give me your Warseer acc. name and i'll drop you a PM) and that i've just changed some of the names, just putting any minds at ease there. Anywho: The comet spotted by the Skink Priests of Huatl was thought of as simply a sign; however, it was not until the ancient temple city was ruined, that the comet was fully understood. Doomed were those that crossed the gold-strewn path off the mainland of Lustria, those in search of treasures, those in search of adventure, those searching for answers. The comet that had crossed the stars that night, impacted upon a small, partially submerged island off the Lustrian coast. The impact, however, did not destroy. Much the contrary. The island re-emerged. The comet had seemingly disappeared, for the impact zone was not that of a regular impact. It was flooded by lava, or rather, surrounded. A huge golden temple sat in the centre of the lava, a single golden crossing connected it to the rest of the island. The impact had also forced the emergence of a longer golden pathway, linking the island to the mainland. A whole Temple City had formed overnight. When an Empire Armada found an island lying in the middle of their sailing course, they strived to investigate, fearing the forces of Chaos had been at work. However, what they found were pools of lava, although it was not superheated. It was warm, although in a seemingly permenantly liquid state. Although it was not the lava that caused the disappearance of the Armada. The first and last things that the crews and soldiers saw, were great reptilian shapes emerging from the pools. The first to appear were unlike the rest, as though greater. Huge spikes of solid silver protrouded from their backs. Shimmering gold scales protected their turquoise bodies. Everything was metallic. Their teeth were golden. Their claws were golden. Even their heads were protected by gold, and tipped with a spike of silver at the back. The others were not as great aesthetically, lacking the gold, although keeping the silver. Riflemen of the Empire Armada opened fire upon sight, although their bullets were ineffective against the solid metal protection. As the Riflemen turned in retreat as the reptiles started their advance, the trees began shaking. Small figures were spotted dashing through the undergrowth. Men started falling, their bodies covered in tiny barbs. Loud roars preceeded the charge of several giant reptiles, at least twice the size of the others. Those who managed to escpae to the ships were hassled by smaller reptiles riding on the backs of winged dinosaurs. Sails were torn to shreds. Crewman were hit by javelins, lifted off the ships or torn apart by the attackers. A single empty ship was discovered by a routine Empire patrol. Nothing was left, save for a single fallen reptile. It's body was riddled with bullet holes. In one hand was a blowpipe, in the other, a javelin, tipped with gold. The other source of gold, was atop the head of the reptile; or, it was assumed to only be adorning the head of the reptile. Many attempts to remove it soon explained that it was attached. Grown in. Whilst the Empire, and soon other races, knew of a new threat growing in the Lustrian jungles, none knew of how they came to be. None but the Slaan that was discovered slumbering atop the emerged temple by an inquisitive Skink Priest. Soon the Temple City was in it's final stages of creation. Mighty Kroxigors built walls of solid gold. Skinks toiled away at forges deep inside the lower levels of the Temple City, melding their solid obsinite with the properties of the gold that seemed to occur (or grow) in the mystical magma and lava of the island. Great ranks of Saurus warriors, each led by a golden scaled champion, bravely fought off intruders, mainly crossing via the golden bridge linking the mainland and the island, but sometimes intruders from the sea. The Golden City now held the most valuable army in the known world. If a raiding party could claim just one warrior casualty, they would be set for life. Soon, tales of the Golden City had spread, and attackers came from across the continents to try their hand at besting the Golden Army, each failing; however, larger settlements soon got wind of the city and the army, and the forces mustered to attack the Golden City grew in size each time. Now, the Lizardmen of The Risen Isle must face more than just raiding parties and attacks from small towns, and prepare to repel the armies of Chaos, the ever-growing Empire and their Dwarven allies, risen armies of the Tomb Kings and Vampire Counts, forces of greedy Ogre clans, armies of Elves, each with their own agendas, dark, mystical, or otherwise, and the Skaven; long-time foes of the Lizardmen. The Golden City must be completed. The greedy armies of other races must not be allowed to reach the sacred pools. The Old One's plans must be put into motion. The Golden Army must not falter; for if the armies of the Lizardmen fail, it shall mean the end of times for all. Due to the post being a bit odd (it keeps spazzing out every time I type, it flicks back to the centre of the post and then down again and does that every time and I can't keep it down) so i'm gunna have to include my second post seperately.