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.

Ah, mind control. A wondrous thing, an art that came in many forms, a most deliciously entertaining game. The last was the most accurate description of what it represented to him and, being fond of such things, he made sure to play it often. First it was little things. Making his victims kneel. Making them bow. Making them scream (hah, not that magic was needed for that). Then it was bigger things. Better things. Making his enemies see things that weren't really there, such as, perhaps, him enjoying the intimacy of their mates. Making them writhe with a pain that existed only in their heads. Making them get up on shaking limbs and walk into his gaping mouth. Oh, and these things were all well and good, but there was one last thing, his FAVORITE thing, and that was forcing them to kill themselves, bit by bit, little by little. Yes, that was the best, although sadly his prey didn't seem to agree. Not that it mattered. Let the heroes come to slay him; he was always eager for a new game.