The red shore of what was once a beautiful oasis, the even redder water lapping at the sand where broken, bloodied weapons lie. The bodies are a mix of various races of reptilefolk, but there are feathers and antlers, signs of other species that were involved in whatever bloody conflict occurred here. A loud thud is heard as bloodied, chipped blade sinks into the sand, a lizardfolk warrior with its frilled neck torn and missing eye gasps as she looks over the carnage.

"This... This can't be what he wanted... Is this really what we're dying for...!"

Her words are cut off with a scream as a spear pierces her back and she falls forward to reveal another of her kind standing over her with a grim face.

"Those who question the Lord must be executed."