When waiting for guild wars 2 many moons ago I came up with a race idea, which I have recently stumbled across again. The Oanne are intended to be distantly related to the forgotten. They diverged at the time of the last dragon awakening. When the forgotten took action but the Oanne did not.
Overview
“With grace and generosity we will regain our place in this world, for that is the way of the Oanne”
The Oanne (O’ann) are an ancient race of humanoid reptilians currently inhabiting the eastern fringes of Crystal Desert at the source of the River Elon. The noble and disciplined Oanne do not sleep, instead preferring a form of meditation known as, Thal-Ja’har. With knowledge of the Elder Dragons and Arcane magics, the Oanne will undoubtably make powerful allies.
History
Origin – Story of Creation
When the skies above were not yet named,
Nor the earth below pronounced by name,
Abzul, the first one, begetter of stone and flesh,
And maker, Tiamus, who bore magic and mind,
Had mixed their waters together,
But had not yet formed dunes, nor discovered forest,
When yet no heroes were manifest,
Nor names pronounced, nor destinies decreed,
Then life was born within them,
Thus were established and were… the great races.
They disturbed Tiamus as they fought amongst themselves,
Yes, they troubled the mood of Tiamus
Nor could Abzul lessen their clamor
And Tiamus was speechless at their ways.
Their doings were loathsome
Thier way was evil; they were overbearing.
Then Abzul, the begetter of stone and flesh,
Sat down before Tiamus
Exchanging counsel about the races, their first-born.
Abzul, opening his mouth,
Said to resplendent Tiamus:
"Their ways are truly loathsome to me.
By day I find no relief, nor repose by night.
I will destroy, I will wreck their ways,
That quiet may be restored. Let us have rest! “
For nature itself would be turned against them
And death would soon become them
As soon as Tiamus heard this,
She was furious and called out to her husband.
She cried out aggrieved, as she raged all alone,
She uttered a curse, and unto Abzul she spoke:
“What? Should we destroy that which we have built?
Their ways indeed are most troublesome, but let us attend kindly!”
It was too late, he would not listen,
His face grew radiant,
With evil he planned against the races, his first born
When Abzul had thus lent import to his handiwork,
He prepared for battle against the races, his offspring.
Matchless weapons, monstrous serpents in his command
Set for combat, growling, raging
Sharp of tooth, unsparing of fang.
With venom for blood which filled their bodies.
Roaring dragons clothed with terror,
So that he who beholds them is overcome by terror,
Their bodies rear up and none can withstand their attack.
To the chamber of fates, the abode of destinies, did Tiamus retreat
Another was engendered, most able and wisest of Races.
In the heart of Tiamus were the Oanne created,
The Source of Elon they did drink.
The fish that fed them filled them with strength.
Noble was their figure, clear were their minds.
Graceful was their gait, commanding from of old.
When Tiamus saw them, the one who made them,
She exulted and glowed, her heart filled with hope.
She elevated the Oanne, made them chief among the first-born.
The leading of the ranks, the uniting of the races,
The raising of weapons for the encounter, advancing to combat,
To direct the battle, to control the fight,
These to their hands she has entrusted as she gifted them knowledge
“I have cast the spell for you, exalting you.
To teach all the races I have given you magic.
Your utterance shall prevail over Abzul!”
“As for you, your lessons shall be unchangeable, your way shall endure!
Your word shall make the fire subside,
So humble the power, yet so potent in its sweep!”
From among the races, the first-born, an Assembly was formed,
A master design against Abzul they devised and set up,
Made artful their spell against him, surpassing and magical.
As they poured sleep upon the beasts. Sound asleep they lay.
When they had made them prone, drenched with sleep,
Their power the first did drain.
The races who had done battle and been scattered,
Divided the land amongst them
Now the creatures which Abzul had made . . . ,
Whose power they had shattered, and bound to themselves:
Of these rose heroes, and all did rejoice:
“Let it be a token that this may never be forgotten!”
When Tiamus saw this she was exceedingly glad,
And as for Abzul, he did rest,
For their ways were no longer loathsome and peace did reign