Shadow Walkers are a strange breed that possess the ability to slip between the planes of reality, becoming immaterial. This allows them to hide in the shadows, either hunting from the concealment of near invisibility or evading enemies. Though they become corporeal to mate or to eat, they spend most of the rest of their lives walking in the shadows. Shadow Walkers are wary creatures, though on dark autumn evenings when the leaves fall to swirl in the chill, rain damp air, they may be seen drifting out from the shadows.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

Her flight more silent than a whisper, her echoing voice traveling with the wind, her shiny, yellow eyes piercing through thee like sharp daggers.

One might mistake the Phantom Whisperer for a mere shadow in the abyss of the night, a simple haze in the darkness early in the morning, one's own breath on the coldest days or mist that befalls the grass lands before the rain. But what thou sees as fog soon takes the shape of a dragon. Few are the chosen ones Phantom decides to reveal herself to. To those who live a life of honor and truthfulness gifts of wisdom and luck she shares. In the midst of her apocalypse a cold shiver runs through thy body making thou aware of every soul and spirit to have traveled over time on these fields.

"Henceforth, expect thyself to change human..." the dragoness whispers so only thy can hear. "Illuminating luck from now on shall follow thy." she says slightly louder as she disappears back into the shadows, as so many other Walkers have done before her.