Lumina Dragons received their names from their highly reflective scales, which—at times—seem to glow. They are vain, always strutting about and preening incessantly; if one of their scales has so much as a scratch or a defect, they’ll remove it. Luckily, their scales grow back quickly, and each new growth is more beautiful than the last. These narcissistic dragons live in small groups and prefer to surround themselves with beauty. The females guard their territory and eggs while the males search for vegetation to eat.

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 heart of something ancient and massive beat deep underground, or so they said. The land above certainly danced to its beat, every now and then, an insidious rumble that shook earth as much as nerves. Once a passing, swift phenomenon, of late the rumbling has grown insistent, continuous--hungry. While few of the world of light dare tread beneath the ground to seek the noise, those who favor the dark know it well and are not afraid. A lake of boiling heat churns down there, watched always by a very reclusive lumina, servant and chief blacksmith to Queen Helba. The unique properties of his home allow him to fuel the creation of massive war engines, an enterprise once undertaken only occasionally, but now done daily as the whisper of a living shadow devouring the horizon grows ever more prevalent...