Thunder Dragons are the masters of electricity. Their wings gather energy as they soar through the clouds, and when they clap their wings together they can create devastating arcs of lightning. They can stay airborne nearly indefinitely, landing only to sleep and breed; they catch their prey from the air and take moisture from the clouds. A thunder dragon’s roar is considered to be an omen of misfortune.

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.

A rustle of black wings over the water, a massive shadow--and then nothing, a phantom vanishing without a trace, a source of many local rumors and superstitions. Some say the beast is a guardian of the lake, devouring all who trespass upon the divine waters, while others insist it's a great bird, a misplaced roc wandering far from its normal hunting grounds. The monster at the heart of these tales hears them all on the passing breeze, and finds them so entertaining she goes out of her way to enhance them. Neither spirit nor avian, she is a thunder dragon of most impressive size, fond of wedging beautiful feathers in the cracks of her scales (the source of one myth) and making her den in an underground cavern only accessible by diving into the lake (the source of another). Primarily nocturnal (it does wonders for her phantom reputation), she has only recently begun making brief forays into daylight, her curiosity piqued by a local sunsong amphiptere...