Nocturne Dragons are a strange breed. Whenever light strikes their bodies, they are frozen in whatever position they were in. This leaves them vulnerable and they rely on camouflage to keep themselves safe. They are often mistaken for statues when in this frozen state, but Nocturne dragons do not actually turn into stone. Rather, they merely idle until the sun goes down. At night, these dragons come to life, proving themselves to be powerful fliers, although little else is known about their true behavior.

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.

Nocturr was born in a clan of dragons who opposed fighting, zealously loved peace and went out of their way to keep good relations with every little thing in the forest. And Nocturr was a brave Nocturne Dragon who had other philosophies in mind. But nothing lasts forever, and their overly-pacifist natures would be their downfall. The fertile land that they called home was the perfect place for dragon clans to settle; and soon they where challenged. Being the Jelly-Spined peace talkers they where, words where their only weapon. And the challenging dragons came and tore them to shreds; Nocturr having to watch his friends, and his family being killed off like rabbits in a fox den. Finally the home clan saw they couldn't win just by talking, and the cowards flew away; having to drag the fighting Nocturne dragon with them. Full of disappointment in the craven dragons, he left them the first chance he got, and met the clan he's in now. And today he waits for a chance to reclaim his home...