This lizardman took a different approach to the typical evolutionary chain most lizardmen climb, instead of growing through brutality and strength, this one chose the path of the arcane. Through currently unknown means, these lizards have gained access to underground ley lines, feeding off their elixir and morphing into what you see before you now. Their scales are stained purple through years of elixir consumption, and their eyes have taken on an unnatural cool blue glow, the sign of barely contained magic. Make no mistake, though powerful in the arcane arts these reptiles may be, their magic remains raw, and unrefined. The magic rippling through every cell of this lizards body has an effect on its surroundings, seeping into the very bedrock beneath the temples they reside in, morphing the local flora into twisted amalgamations of vine and magic. Physically the sorcerer is weaker than even a hunter, though they more than make up for their physical short comings by turning the very jungle itself against any soul unfortunate enough to find them, wreathing them in constrictive vines before their blade can even taste the air outside it's scabbard. Many adventurers have lost themselves to the sorcerers vines, and are now no more than puppets of the sorcerers twisted will.