The Septrinian are what remained of the physically ravaged rulers of this section of the Plane of Ithia. Septrinian average five feet and six inches tall. They have oily black scales over gaunt mangled bodies often limbs have melded to parts of their body. Their heads are snub-nosed and doglike in shape. They sport large armadillo-like shells which are virtually impenetrable and black beady eyes. There are few markers of Septrinian sexual dimorphism at least to mammalian species.  

The Septrinian view themselves as the only real people on Ithia, besides maybe the Dragons, all other species are mere beasts. The Septrinian broke the martial dominance of the Dwar and forced them beneath the ground to rocky tombs, the Septrinian crushed the elves from plain and hill and sent what survived to the depths of the woods, the Septrinians bound man in chain and held them as pets and slaves, the Septrinian cast down the Moon Azure upon the Orc Homeland and nearly drove them to extinction and blocked the influence of the Gods from the mortal coil to save them from the wrath of their Divine Father.  The Septrinian are the most intelligent species able to calculate large numbers quickly, focus on multiple ideas at once, multi-cast spells, and are born with the knowledge of their parents.  

Septrinian Culture 

Dorskall 

Melsk 

Nectra 

The Darish Kazsur the pure unbroken Septrinian. Males average in height eight feet and ten inches while females average eight feet and six inches in height. Have sleek black scales, heavy armored armadillo shells, heads like a jackal, and mirrored black eyes. They are towering creatures of muscle and unmatched minds. 

The Darish Kazsur are pride, ego, brilliance, and dominance. They own the world, they are power and magic incarnate.  They broke the world and remade it in their image. They defied the Gods and when a slave betrayed them and their divine father Septriss set forth a plague that left millions dying in the streets they sunk their cities beneath the ground and held dominion as they died in droves for another thousand years. Now once slaves and prey fight, fight for the scraps of a dead empire. Fight with dreams that they might rule even a fraction of the greatness of the Veil. 

Darish Kazsur Cultures are extinct.