Copper Dragons are masters of stealth, slipping silently and swiftly through the forests and jungles where they live. Often hunting in groups, their prey rarely know they are being stalked until the dragon’s at their throat. In the air they are agile and skilled. Copper Dragons prize family groups, spending large amounts of time teaching their young skills. So great is their love of life and family that they will sometimes adopt orphaned dragons of other breeds to raise.

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 only one who blamed her for it was herself. Always, endlessly, bitterly.

A pack of hellfire wyverns had drifted into the area, doing what they did best: burning, pillaging, destroying. To protect the lives of all, her kinsmen had gone forth to battle, leaving her and a handful of others behind to protect the young. No one had expected the enemy to realize, to counter attack, but they did. As the strongest and wisest of the guards she had a choice between fleeing and defending, and chose the latter, herding the hatchlings into the protective expanse of the caves and readying to do war before the entrance.

Then the hellfires collapsed the ceiling.

No one could have expected it, and so when the foe were all dead, none blamed her for the loss of their children. Their forgiveness only worsened her pain, and so she left, finding comfort in drink... and in the wings of another as bitter as she. Yet, unsought for, she also found something else: a hope of redemption, the chance to end a war.