All Hail
Acrothorix gazed out into the night. He stood tall, taller than most men. His skin was scaly, with smooth, round scutes disrupting the regular pattern of diamond shaped scales. He was a dusky green, with a pale tan underbelly.
He wore minimal clothing, as was the custom of the lizardpeople. Just a loin cloth, a half-cape, and a stylized gorget of silver. Acrothorix had somewhat luminous blue eyes and a cruel set to his face.
He turned and strode purposefully into the palace, finding his way to the king's deathbed.
The old king was a feeble sight. A wizened, flaking lizardman with pale grey scales and cloudy red eyes. He coughed and wheeled painfully as he spoke, "Acrothorix, why are we alone? Where is my spawn?"
"Dead, my king. Your progeny was slain this morn. The young, fit lizard said, in a neutral tone.
The king blinked slowly and deliberately. "So my line ends. Why has my health fled so? I was once so strong." The king fixed one eye on his vizier, and his slit pupil focused abruptly. "Ahhh." He hissed, quietly. "Ahh."
The king laughed, and Acrothorix stood still. Finally the king spoke again, "Not long now, usurper. Will I be entombed after like my father?"
"No my king. I will have you dumped in the swamp for the carrion-birds."
The king hissed again, lower and louder than before. Not a quiet sussuration, a crocodile's warning. "Your time will also come, Acrothorix. Remember that." The throaty growl trailed off into a death rattle as the king breathed his last.
Acrothorix spoke to the corpse as he put the crown on his head, "The king is dead. All hail the new king."
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