The Karnet is home to the tribal lizardmen who seclude themselves in their jungles and marshes. While not as prideful as the lionmen across the water, their secrecy and skepticism of outsiders is only outmatched by the elves of Iqua Rûn. Once, the lizardmen primarily lived in the marshes to the south of what is now called The Karnet, but as their dragonic guardians began to decline, the marshes became more and more dangerous to the point they had to abandon their ancestral grounds and move to the more solid jungles in the north. Now, the entirety of the species has been divided into five sects: the Blackscale Tribe, the Lakemaw Tribe, the Dragonshed Tribe, the Darkwater Tribe, and the Saltfang Tribe. Each keep to themselves, loosely following the oral traditions instilled onto them by their forbearers. The Blackscale Tribe constantly fight against pilgrims and adventurers who come to the eastern Black Beach, which waits just above The Karnet's borders. The black sand there is surprisingly soft, and many of the larger rocks are formed from obsidian, which the Blackscale use for their weapons and tools. These are of higher quality than the bone and wood equipment of their brethren, and thus highly coveted among other lizardmen. The Lakemaw Tribe stands as a constant vigil over the mysterious tower in the center of Typhoon Bay. Many lizardmen blame the tower for reverting more and more of their land back to the marsh, as well as for the appearance of the monsters. Yet, none who have dared to approach it have returned alive. Thus, they merely watch from a distance and spend their days fishing to sustain themselves. The Dragonshed Tribe is the largest of the lizardmen tribes. Safe from the marsh, northern invaders, Typhoon Bay, and the ocean to the east, they live rather comfortable lives. They predominantly hunt the local game and maintain a livestock of sheep and goats. The Darkwater Tribe was the last of the lizardmen to flee the marsh into the jungle and still linger on the fringe of their ancestral home. Each year, several scouts and warriors are sent into the marsh in a bid to reclaim what was lost. Sadly, very few successes are ever met with these endeavors, and these annual events are slowly transitioning away from their original war and into a rite of passage for adulthood as each generation passes. The town of Saltfang, once the territory of the Saltfang Tribe, but as more and more visitors began to approach with the prospect of trade and food, the tribe opened its arms to the strangers and opened a port while converting their land into a trading town. Many who still live here have abandoned the old ways in favor of a more comfortable and civilized lifestyle.