Saurus Warriors are never recruited and never trained. They climb from the spawning pools full-grown, taking up their celestite weapons as naturally as breath, the whole art of battle written into their blood by creators who died before the realms began. In the field they fight in cohorts of eerie discipline — a tide of muscle, scale, and shearing jaws that advances, kills, and reforms without a single wasted motion.
A saurus is the Old Ones' answer to an ancient question: whether violence could be made loyal. They do not loot, boast, tire, or despair. When the enemy is destroyed they simply stop, standing silent amid the ruin until the Great Plan requires them to move again — which, in the Mortal Realms, is never a long wait.
Order of battle
