Magi Dragons are, as their name suggests, primarily magic users. They rarely use physical forms of attack. They eat anything they can kill, which is almost everything. They won’t kill unprovoked except when hunting, although they may kill humans if in danger. Their strong magic makes them one of the most feared breeds of dragons.

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.

This dragon was living peacefully and happily with the rest of his clan, when one day, something unusual happened. It was a crisp, clear, autumn night when the clan leader—the one who had raised him since egghood—approached him with a bottled potion of some sort in her hands. She held it up to him, promising nothing bad would happen to him, and the effects would only last a day, at most. He trusted her, and, with little to no doubt (as she was not nearly as skilled with potions as he, but had never created anything harmful), drank the concoction. It was cold, but refreshingly so. They waited a few minutes for any changes to occur, but nothing did, at least not visibly. The leader, slightly disappointed at the loss of ingredients, but glad that her dragon was not feeling any pain or discomfort, nodded to him once in thanks, and left to try again, ever persistent.

He chuckled; their clan leader was not always around, but when she was, she never failed to amuse them with her antics.