Black Dragons are warriors. They are strong and capable in battles of force, but also ample magic users, capable of devastating opponents with their spells. Their bright eyes give them excellent night vision, which is why they generally hunt during the night.

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.

NosOriadur means "NightWatch." She is a creature of shadows and starlight, moonglow and mist. She is a sentinel in the darkness, and she watches the sky. Novas and comets wink in the farthest corners of the universe, and she blinks her cat eyes back at them. 'I am here, and you are there. We exist,' she thinks. And they do.

The constellations spin above her; she sees them dip below one horizon and above the other. She will see Polaris move, and someday return.

There is great beauty in the dark, for that is where the light shines brightest.

NosOriadur's eyes gleam, and her scales are like void and fire. The Watcher alights on a black crag, windswept and alone, and watches the stars go by so close she could reach out a claw and touch them. She licks a bit of blood--someone else's--off one talon with a delicate tongue. Battles are good, but Seeing is better. She settles down to look her fill, and the moon rising over the clouds bathes her in its radiance. And the NightWatcher watches.