Among the most elusive of dragon breeds are the Aeon Wyverns, a breed whose innate control over time mana marks them singular and great. They are able to peer into the multi-dimensional plane of time, seeing all that is, all that has been, and all that could be—within a small localized zone. When utilizing particularly strong magic, the black markings carved into an Aeon’s body glow a bright cyan, painting them in an ethereal blue light. In the past, they have been sought after as oracles to bring swift resolutions to major conflicts, but it is in exactly such sorts of times that they are nowhere to be found; rather than influence the outcome, Aeons much prefer to allow the natural order of things to progress, however grim that may be.

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.

Dreams is cursed with dreams.

Strange dreams, dreams of great stone buildings that reach to the sky. Dreams of a place full of people, people who are no longer people. Dreams of old beasts revered as gods, and the effect they have on the people. Dreams of more people, those who slay the once-people and are in turn slain by others, be they once-people or other slayers gone mad with...whatever has made the once-people.

Dreams of blood.

Dreams of the pale moon.

Dreams does not know where these dreams come from, because he does not suffer from illness, does not read as widely as other dragons and he doesn't eat before he sleeps. All he knows is that, night after night, he sees these things, these strange and morbid things.

He wishes the dreams would stop.