Holiday dragons are a very mysterious breed. They are only seen during winter, and even then it is hard to catch a glimpse of one. They are responsible for the general cheer that spreads during the holidays. In essence, they are the “Spirits of Winter.”

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.

The North is no place for children for whom the stories about it are written. Those who bring the joy of the festive seasons know this too well. Bright colours, jingling ribbons, pretty ornaments and rich, red stripes are all a facade to mask the horrors of a land so dead and cold no life can be maintained. Northvick knows. He knows the blizzards that torture the mountains, the winds that scream as they pass through, dragging him with them and he knows the sheer cold that freezes thine eyelids closed and fills thine lungs with frost as thou suffocate and yearn for warmth, warmth thou won't find even if thou travel for days without stopping. No, Northvick knows, yet year after year he'll tell of mountains of presents and plenty of delicacies, huge trees with crystalline balls on their branches and the northern lights to guide the way. Cruel is the job of the Bringers, as they see their brethren fall in the cold, winter come, winter go, to bring messages of false hope.