In battle the hosts of the Seraphon present a striking image. Such is little comfort to those who die under the heavens-blessed blades of the Seraphon, for the blood of these reptilian creatures runs cold, and they are remorseless in carrying out the commands of their masters. Every action they take is dedicated solely to the destruction of Chaos, every warrior or army sacrificed part of a greater plan. They fight not for territory, nor for gold or even the sheer joy of battle. Few understand the Seraphon, for to mortal eyes their wars can seem fickle and strange. From meditation chambers deep within void-faring ziggurats, the Slann Starmasters, servants of the mysterious Old Ones, seek to cast down the Ruinous Powers themselves. They are the true children of Azyr, filled with the light of the stars, and they fight to enact a cosmic plan that spans all of creation. Yet the Seraphon are both these things, and more besides. To others they are a race of bloodthirsty reptilian monsters marching forth from the steaming jungles to bring death to those who would intrude upon their sacred grounds. To some they are the uncompromising, unfeeling vengeance of the heavens.
