Most archaic and least understood of all the Elder Races, many believe the Saurians built sophisticated civilisations when the Elves were still wearing animal fur. The oldest works I possess name these enigmatic jungle dwellers as Venerable Ones. It is rumoured theirs was a cold, cruel reign, and the younger races looked upon them as tyrants.
The time of the Saurians and the Dawn Age ended when they were cast down by Elves and Dwarves, or else swallowed by the sea in some cataclysm of that turbulent time.
Ruins that remain, even in the heart of Vetia, attest that Saurians built structures which eclipse all to come since. Their magics were capable of connecting continents and effecting change on a global scale. Their descendants endure, yet they are a shadow of what they once were, scattered among isolated jungle valleys. Reports from colonial expeditions claim they remain timeless in physical appearance, as if copied from the carvings of their crumbling temples. They still eschew steel in favour of bronze, yet their hides are tough as mail, their poisons defy all healers, and their soldiers act with an unnerving unity of purpose.