Hailing from the Sardoken desert on the edge of the Glittering Sea Lazz'Ru had an uneventful upbringing. The same as everyone else, scrapping and trapping and ambushes a plenty but it never spoke to him. Until one ambush. The raiding party came upon a travelling caravan from a foreign land and Lazz'Ru watched in amazement as a finely dressed human told stories around the campfire. At this point they still looked all the same and he curses his memory for those formative years and not being able to fully remember that night. What happened though was burned into his mind, the fire danced and lit the circled wagons. Leaping tongues of flame, different vibrant colours, as the figure swayed and tossed powders into the pit entranced him. And then the cards! They pulled out cards like Lazz'Ru had never seen before, and with them they told a story.
It was decided. In that moment Lazz'Ru through caution to the wind and raced into the camp, eager to hear the strange words and watch the lights up close, with the others around the fire. And the screams began. The raiding party took it as a sign and began the attack. When it was over Lazz'Ru stood over the body of the finely dressed figure, clutching the wonderful cards the figure had used to its chest. While the others celebrated Lazz'Ru felt hollow, its previous life would no longer sate the Unknown and it knew it. Grabbing what it could carry of the figures belongings Lazz'Ru left its tribe for the larger world, but a dream was born - to make a place where Kobolds could fit it with the other races, without need for violence and bloodshed, and there Lazz'Ru would tell its stories and show people wonders they only dreamed off.
In an untamed land such as this, what more fertile ground could there be for such a dream?