The Saheels are crocodilian humanoids native to the long lost jungles of the Primeval Expanse before the wrath of Shadiym transformed the region into the dried wasteland of the Parched Expanse. Their people are one of the original primal races of Haven and have been guided for eons by their deep shamanistic beliefs in the power of the Great River. As one of the oldest and most cultured people on Solith, the reptilian Saheels have traditions dating back to the age before Humanity and lessons as old as the stubbornness of the Udirkith. They are feared and even hated by Beastfolk and Manfolk alike for their sordid history and alien way of life.
The Saheels of Solith saw their beginning in the dense jungles of the Primeval Expanse before its desolation at the hands of Shadiym's great maw. This noble race of massive reptiles dominated the southern peninsula of Haven and were feared by the Beastfolk for their vicious appearance, crude mastery over metal, and the formidable threat posed by Saheel warriors. Even before the Shardtooth Range rose to cut off the southern peninsula, thick vegetation and impassable waterways isolated the region from the Verdant Expanse. This isolation allowed for the sophontic jungle predators to assault the lands of plenty from their impenetrable home and forge a kingdom built upon their enemies' bones.
In this isolation, the Saheels thrived and grew into a burgeoning kingdom that erected great monuments to the exalted Selt'Ama, and constructed vast cities on the backs of their captured slaves. The great reptiles were the first and only Beastfolk to learn the secrets of working metal on their own and used this knowledge to slaughter any who dared encroach on their land. Those who did not fall to their cruel blades met a fate worse than death for those the Saheels captured were forced into the chains of slavery or fattened as prized cattle. Only the Centaurs rivaled the Saheels as the only other truly civilized culture on Haven and would rise above them after the demise of the Primeval Expanse. If not for the First Men's arrival in the Jagged Expanse and their later machinations against Shadiym, the hidden civilization of the Crocodilefolk may have risen to become the lords of the Beastfolk and perhaps of all sophontic life on Haven.
Sadly, this was not their destiny for their civilization was wiped off the face of the continent by the great leviathan's fury. Now they survive in the underground waterways that stretch beneath Haven, hiding from the civilized world above and clinging to their ancient prophecies. As their people reach the end of the Book of One-Thousand-and-One Visions. and with the demise of their last oracles looming over them, their people once again travel the surface world. Adventuring Saheels now leave their brood nests to scour the land for the omens laid out by the Great River and its prophets. All done in their most desperate hope that the coming end of their collected prophecies does not mean the end of their species and that a chance still remains that they will usher their people into a new golden age and return the Saheel kingdom to their broken people.
40 to 65 years old, maturing at the age of 14.
6 to 7 feet tall.
200 to 350 pounds.
8 feet long when measured from snout to tail.
Unlike most other species, the Saheels have learned to identify one another solely through their sense of sight and smell. As they birthed in communal clutches, a Saheel's name is a treasured thing taken from among their most sacred collections of prophecies and insights: The Book of One-Thousand-and-One Visions. To some, these names may seem nonsensical but, in fact, reference lines or even entire verses of prophecy. Because of this, many young Saheels struggle to live up to their namesakes and translate their name into Verd. Their Ignan name, or Saiassi, are only used when solely in the company of other Saheel, and it is considered extremely shameful for a Tsieas to speak their Saiassi aloud.
Sauran is the native tongue of the Saheel.