Secrets of the Lost Empire
Most enigmatic of the Elder Races, many believe the Saurians built sophisticated civilisations when the elves were still dressed in animal furs. Obsessed with purposes only they can comprehend, the scaled legions are found wherever they are least expected, dealing bloodshed or bestowing aid with equally indecipherable motives. Do not try to understand or bargain with them, for they ruled this earth at its dawn, and they have not forgotten the true glory of the Saurian Ancients.
Described in the oldest myths as tyrants, the time of the Saurians and the Dawn Age ended when they were cast down by subjugated races, or else swallowed by the sea in some great cataclysm of that turbulent time. Ruins that remain, even in the heart of Vetia, attest that Saurians built structures greater than any seen today. Their descendants endure, and sightings have been reported from ocean, desert and jungle alike. None can know the true scope of their civilisation, but all accounts agree that their warriors act with an unnerving unity of purpose.
The Saurian Ancients army either supports its troops with magic and spells or uses these tricks to try to blast the opponent off the board. The Saurian Ancients can muster some medium sized combat troops to engage and block the opponent and then counter their opponents with monsters. A general commanding the Saurian Ancients can choose from a variety of troops and units to win the day against their opponent!
Lore of Saurian Ancients
How can they not see? The Gods, mere Man, the...
How can they not see? The Gods, mere Man, the struggles of the petty Nations! Nought but children squabbling in the face of the tide that rushes to drown them all! How could they be so blind? Blind to the war that rages all around them, blind to the Eternal Crusade waged since the dawn of time when ragged mortality first tore itself bloodied from the womb and, defiant, screamed at the heedless cosmos! Can they not perceive it in the lowliest germs that sprout their crops, in the swarms of rutting vermin that writhe in their sewers, in their own flesh and bone? This miracle, this crux of reality, standing alone athwart the tide of crawling Chaos! It is no god, no airy spirit, that holds back the fulcrum of existence, teetering on the precipice of form-erasing, self-ablating void! It is Life! Life! Alone in all the cosmos, endlessly renewing, constantly mutating, clinging onto every crevice, every toehold, in the infinite cold darkness! If only they could see!
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