Seraphon – Saurus Oldblood

Oldbloods are veterans of a species bred solely for war, survivors of untold battles and the unrelenting annihilators of those who would defy their creator-gods. Taller and broader than their kin, their rough scales are criss-crossed with scars and old wounds, and they radiate a primal authority that all other Seraphon, save for the slann, intuitively defer to. Though not scholars of war, their instincts have been honed by centuries of killing; as a result, an Oldblood innately understands when to strike or when to roar for his warriors to close ranks and form an impenetrable wall of fangs and claws. Like all saurus, Oldbloods can speak, though their grasp of the Seraphon tongue is largely limited to military matters – ‘attack’, ‘defend’, ‘flank’ – as well as concepts such as ‘shelter’, ‘meat’ and ‘itchy’. They much prefer to conduct matters with their weapons and, accordingly, have access to a wealth of esoteric armaments held in the vaults of the Old Ones. Though they have no understanding as to how these relics function, the monomaniacal saurus favour devices capable of intense destruction, such as spears that crackle with Azyrite energy and gauntlets that hurl cosmic fire.