By far, the most populous of the species - the Idro inhabit every corner of the continent: from the rolling plains of the Piyaqu Steppe; the treacherous heights of the Vaocani Mountain Chain; the harrowing mud flats of the Trenchscape; and far beyond the edges of the map. The Idro vary in skin tone and build, but they have some unifying factors: baleful yellow eyes, a sharp knife-like nose, and an intense bloodlust - the word “Idro” meaning “depraved” in the Vaocani language. They once ruled the continent with an iron fist, subjugating all life before them - but the tides had begun to turn as the Gorn broke through the Spear Mountains, sewing discontent among the Idro - many breaking from the Seraphim’s domain and falling into tribalism. Unlike the Djenling, even when divided, they somehow manage to prove quite troublesome to other races.

Feared by both their enemy, along with their own men - Domain Officers carry the task of leading their divisions to ensure the unending glory and survival of the Domain and the Seraphim - by any means necessary. Of the Idro chosen for the role, they must be brutal, decisive, and effective. Fierce hierarchies and competition have surplanted themselves within the Serpahim’s forces, the best of these officers being supplied with the most substantial equipment for them and their men, while lesser officers are left with the scraps and reserve munitions. Sedition has been known to weave through the armies of rival officers - not being an uncommon sight for Seraphim forces to battle one another, not too dissimilar from the trench warlords. They are known to dress in opulent garb of vivid colors as to truly distinguish themselves from their subordinates, some officers being known to wear full-dress uniforms as a mark of vainglory.

The main forces of the Seraphim, innumerable and uncountable, conscription and service to the Seraphim being required for life within the Domain. From the highest noble, to the lowliest vagrant, to say the Domain Soldiers are a mixed-bag would not be far from the truth, but to underestimate them in battle would be a death sentence. Despite the different groups that make up this force, every Domain Soldier is given the same degree of training, regardless of their background - with the Seraphim’s military being considered one of the best on the continent. Within the fiery haze of war, enemy forces have disbanded at the meer site of the blue uniforms - fearing the sheer devotion Domain Soldier have, their willingness to die for their officers and the Seraphim, and their extreme proclivity towards violence and brutality.

Cut off from the Domain for countless years, Domain Auxiliaries have begun to form in the far reaches of the continent; attempting to seek reunion with the both the Domain and the Seraphim. A motley bunch, Auxiliaries operate majoritarily under their own standards, however, they are lacking in modern equipment - being forced to use aged Domain weaponry from many centuries ago. A common trend with Auxiliary forces is attempting to negotiate with the Domain for better weaponry through daring means - offering their services as vanguards or skirmishers against, usually, larger Trenchscape forces. In some contested regions, Auxiliary forces have been known to engage in banditry against the local populace, looting small villages, holding up townsfolk, and forcing tolls on the unsuspecting.