Vampire Dragons are members of the undead. They sustain themselves by drinking the blood of others. It is said that they are only “alive” at night, and seem dead or asleep during the day, as they cannot endure sunlight for long periods of time. Vampire Dragons can only reproduce by changing the eggs of other dragons, puncturing the shell with their fangs and injecting venom that kills the baby inside.

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.

Lip curled in an eternal scowl, the world is subject to the never-wavering glare of Charon Libra. In the corner of the main cavern he lies, watching the campfires which illuminate the dark orbs that gaze out from his face. Brave hatchlings venture towards him, but quickly retreat at the empty eyes turning to face them. None know why he lays there, though many ask, and dragons in the grip of despair will sit next to him, confide in him, tell him their secrets, although they have always left long before the morn. It is only a rare few who hear his voice in their head, talking to them and asking about their day  and whatever their feelings towards the vampire, none deny him a reply. Curiously though, none mention it to any others preferring to keep their special connection secret. Feeling special, wanted, chosen, these victims unknowingly open their minds and souls up to him, letting their thoughts be twisted by his presence.