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The Slíogach make their home in the Brine-Root Fen and the wider marshlands of the deep south, territory so treacherous to outsiders—thick with black water, false paths, and roots that seem to shift when unwatched—that few travelers who enter uninvited ever find their way back out again unassisted. This is, by design, exactly how the Slíogach prefer it. Where the Lupin's isolation grew from wariness earned through hard experience, Slíogach isolation runs deeper still, closer to a fundamental preference than a defensive posture—the fen suits them, and they have little interest in a wider world that does not suit them nearly so well.
The Slíogach make their home in the Brine-Root Fen and the wider marshlands of the deep south, territory so treacherous to outsiders—thick with black water, false paths, and roots that seem to shift when unwatched—that few travelers who enter uninvited ever find their way back out again unassisted. This is, by design, exactly how the Slíogach prefer it. Where the Lupin's isolation grew from wariness earned through hard experience, Slíogach isolation runs deeper still, closer to a fundamental preference than a defensive posture—the fen suits them, and they have little interest in a wider world that does not suit them nearly so well.


== Patience as Philosophy
== Patience as Philosophy ==


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Where the Lupin carry the bearing of the wolf, the Slíogach carry the patience of the marsh itself—lizard-kin, cold-blooded in more than temperament, at home in the dark waters and tangled roots of the far southern fens. They stand upright, broad and low-slung, with thick tails trailing behind them for balance, scaled hides ranging through deep olive, black-green, and mottled brown, and eyes with slitted pupils suited to seeing clearly in water too murky for any other race to navigate without drowning first in their own blindness. Webbed hands and feet make them as much swimmers as walkers, and a Slíogach can hold its breath, by most accounts, for a span of time that unsettles those who witness it for the first time.

The Slíogach make their home in the Brine-Root Fen and the wider marshlands of the deep south, territory so treacherous to outsiders—thick with black water, false paths, and roots that seem to shift when unwatched—that few travelers who enter uninvited ever find their way back out again unassisted. This is, by design, exactly how the Slíogach prefer it. Where the Lupin's isolation grew from wariness earned through hard experience, Slíogach isolation runs deeper still, closer to a fundamental preference than a defensive posture—the fen suits them, and they have little interest in a wider world that does not suit them nearly so well.

Patience as Philosophy


  • ARMOR +2: Saurians have scaly skin that acts as leather armor.
  • BITE: A saurian’s fangs cause Str+d4 damage and may be used against grappled foes.
  • ENVIRONMENTAL WEAKNESS (Cold): Though not truly cold-blooded, saurians are poorly suited for frigid conditions. They suffer a −4 penalty to resist cold environmental effects, and suffer +4 damage from cold-based attacks.
  • KEEN SENSES: Saurians have acute senses, giving them the Alertness Edge.
  • OUTSIDER (Minor): Most races distrust saurians for some reason. Perhaps it is their strange ways and customs, their often-sibilant speech, or an ancient subconscious fear of their reptilian ancestors. Saurians subtract 2 from Persuasion rolls with all but others of their kind.