Diamondwing Dragons are named for the myriad tiny scales that grow on their wing membranes, lending them a faceted, lustrous appearance. These meticulous creatures will spend months ranging far and wide to collect the shiniest trinkets and gemstones to adorn their nests. Once his nest is complete, a male Diamondwing will perform an elaborate aerial dance hoping to impress potential mates with his beauty and prowess.

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.

Fiver is the runt of the flock's Diamondwings. Fiver has dreams. Strange, unsettling dreams. Dreams that wake him in the night, gasping for breath. Dreams that come true.

Most dismiss the runt's rambling recollections of his dreams. Some, wiser than most, listen. Even fewer take heed of the warnings he imparts.

He dreamt of the collapse of the back caves. He saw the flood that smashed along the River Sancre. He predicted the eruption of Mount Mindolluin.

His dreams are currently filled with dark armies marching, of rotting flesh lurching and skeletal forms clacking in the night. He dreams of death and destruction. He dreams of the evil wrought by the Necromancer.

He dreams a warning of the war to come. And only a wise few listen.