Even for Wood Elves far from Imperial reach, the Siquur are unusual. Their skin is thick and leathery, even to the point of scales in some cases, with eyes of russet brown that flicker a deep blood red in some lights, and most live significantly longer than the average elf, though are far less fertile. Siquur myths, recorded in their ancient language of Iqori, which bears strongest resemblance to some of the older Longmen dialects of all things, relate that these unusual attributes lie in an ancient draconic heritage. They claim a great black beast named some variation of Siquyx flew out of lands of light and stopped to quench his thirst at the Ardent Fork of the Badir River, whereupon he took a fancy to the daughters of the local wood elf chieftain. The chieftain went to the dragon and struck some form of deal - the dragon would receive the chief's daughters, and the chief's grandsons would be kings, and blessed with some measure of the dragon's power. Upon completion of this deal, sworn in a blood oath, the dragon immolated the chief and his sons, claiming the daughters as his wives, who would give birth to great chieftains, each bearing a measure of the dragon's power in their blood.
Over the next few centuries it is told that the descendants of the dragon, who would become known as the Siquur Kings, conquered much of the area around the fork and along the Badir river, even reach the site of modern day Badiribad, and possibly even Sijivh and Dostipur. They spread their bloodline far and wide, giving rise to large clutches of scale skinned and red eyed children. Yet their hold over the region would soon come to an end.
It is said that omens of their end were great and many, but the greatest by far was the great dragon awakening from a near half millennium hibernation in his gilded nest, taking a cursory glance around, and taking flight without a word to return to the lands of light. Though their rule maintained for nearly two centuries afterwards, it seems like from this point forth the Siquur Kings were always on the backfoot. Each loss was a resounding defeat, losing land never to be reclaimed; each victory was pyrrhic and saw dwindling of their numbers; and each inheritance led to either a younger and weaker King or bloody fratricidal warfare. By the time the Magnapuri Empire was settling the coastline in around 600 YM, and founded Baritibad (later Badiribad) in 621 YM (named initially for the coastal Barit people enslaved by the Empire), Siquur influence had left the area, with few elderly wood elves even speaking Iqori or referencing "the Lightward Kings". The Sijis, Salijis and Ahquus (forerunners to the Ahqukh) wood elves had by and large purged them from areas near the Sabhyan Ocean, with the few survivors with dragon's blood eventually diluting it to nonexistence interbreeding with the local population.
Further Lightwards, the Siquur Kings clung on for longer, holding much of the Badir for almost a century afterwards. The final nail in the coffin of the Siquur Kings was the death of High King Afryx "the Uncle" who left as heir a dozen warring nephews and almost as many nieces, but no children of his own. The civil war that followed was only truly ended by the conquest of Nectar, the first Ahqukh, slaying the last of the nephews somewhere counterroundwards of the River in 718 YM, and laying claim to the legacy of the Siquur by marrying Ambria and Vespyx, two of the nieces. The lands were split in a treaty between Nectar and a confederation of the various Xilaq tribes that had also leapt in to take advantage of the civil war, though the Xilaq would later defy the treaty and encroach on Ahqukh territory until they claimed everything counterroundwards of the Badir.
There was however one small piece of land largely ignored by either side - that Lightwards of the Ardent Fork. Hot, arid, and scarcely populated, the area held little interest to any of the conquerors. Yet for the Siquur it held deep spiritual significance, as the location of Siquyx's landing and great gilded nest, and the people continue to venerate it and their draconic ancestors to this day. Though they hold to the legacy of their ancestors, the modern Siquur have neither the numbers or organisation to compare. Scarcely a handful of villages, each ruled by a "King" who of course claims descent from one of Afryx's nephews or nieces, there is little hope for a Siquur resurgence, in spite of efforts of one or two Kings over the years and the sorcerous powers held by those potent in dragon blood. Many of the Siquur have accepted this, and stick to their meagre desert lands, holding out in a sense of spite at the world, but a dwindling few look outwards, seeking to conquer in the name of their draconic ancestor once more.