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... black to a sickly, algae-choked green, Swift-Tail and Moss-Eye lay flat on a mossy branch.
They were tired. They had been running for twelve hours. But what they found below made them hold their breath.
In a clearing surrounded by twisted roots, a tribe of Lizardmen had gathered. There were nearly a hundred of them—taller than Kobolds, with dorsal fins running down their spines and webbed claws. They were Grey-Fin Lizardmen, an amphibious species native to the de ...
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