Desipis Dragons are an extremely dangerous breed, synonymous with the paths of desolation they leave in their wakes. These gargantuan beasts are infamous for their innate ability to control and manipulate the minds of others, which they use to pulverize the sanities of their foes and forge false memories. This power is especially effective on the foolish, and only the strongest-willed individuals have been known to resist a Desipis’s cunning. Most who anger Desipises do not live to tell the tale. Desipis Dragons are especially feared for their uncanny power of absorbing the magic of others with the fire they breathe and converting it into the bright reserves of crystallized mana that decorate their bodies.

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.

Lehoua lives for revenge on life itself. He was given as an egg to a quiet village, though the reason behind it was long forgotten. The village only had books and an ancient dragon keeper. He was the village's protector. The elderly man only had a few wyverns to look after now, which he used to guard the village. He was always the most suspicious of Lehoua, even as an egg, but was far too old to raise him on his own. Lehoua ended up growing up after years of him being exchanged between those who wanted to keep him or use him to work, but always under the dragon keeper's watch. They trained him in using good his powers on animals for easy hunting, and carrying humans about on his back. The Wyverns taught him to fly, and all was well. Until a strange dragon that looked just like him attacked the village and taught him a thing or too about dignity and the legacy of his kind as dragons. All that remains of the village was ash, and the only thing left in Lehoua's heart was hunger.