Magelight Pygmy Wyverns make their homes deep under the earth, and produce a flammable, oily secretion from the tips of their tails to make light. The substance is long-burning, and brooding mothers douse their eggs in the oil while they incubate. Hatchlings’ tails subsequently catch fire at birth after coming into contact with their burning shells. Magelights are useful to human miners, as they are docile and easily trained to alert to the presence of methane damps, caved sections of tunnel, and proximity of nearby dragons to ensure the safety of crews.

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.

Pygmy dragons are the smallest category of dragons, being on the same scale as domesticated animals. They are often found around concentrated populations of dragons, relying on their larger brethren to ward away potential predators and leave scraps. As such, the majority of a pygmy’s diet is scavenged. Due to their tiny size, pygmies do not breed with larger varieties of dragons.

This dragon was the unfortunate victim of an illusion spell gone awry.

He stumbled into a Magi dragon's casting circle by mistake, and his mana interacted with the Magi's "Mirror Image" spell, sending it spiraling out of control. Nearly 100 images of the small green dragon sprang into existence all around him, mimicking his every move. Purple lights flickered in and out throughout the clearing as the startled Magi struggled to halt the illusions. The Magi was eventually able to negate the spell, but the traumatized Pygmy hasn't been the same since. "The things we've seen, the things I've seen," he mutters. "87 of me, 87 of us. Maybe I'm a copy... We could all be copies, and never know it. Imagine 87 of you." The Pygmy has developed a minor case of paranoia since the incident and still claims to see his doppelgangers dancing around him, barely visible. He avoids others of his kind whenever possible, but he has frequently been seen in the company of a kindly Spirit Ward dragon.