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.

It was always far too clear when this dragon was approaching.

First came the darkening--the thin black clouds that piled upon themselves until they towered, the sun suffocated behind their depth, all light engulfed as they stretched from horizon to horizon.

Then came the thunder, the echoing rolls, the sharper snarls as the rain lashed down and all life shook beneath the wind.

And then the bleakest sign of all. Between the other black sounds, a voice, screaming--

"BOOM, CRACK, sound of my THUNDERBOLTS, the storm goes on and on and ona--"

Needless to say this distressing music is the worst by far of all, every being with ears within the storm's radius covering their heads and howling until the blasted tempest and its off-key dragon passes on!