Considered heralds of ill fortune, Omen Wyrms are usually found in areas previously ravaged by disaster or strife, blending in amongst the foliage. Due to the unique appearance and texture of their bodies, they often pass as dead trees as they wait for unsuspecting prey. Their haunting cry—like that of a hollow-sounding horn—is a sure signal to run: it is always followed by the dragons’ furious wrath, which manifests in the form of fiery cascades. Escape from an Omen Wyrm is possible, however; it is said they will not dare follow their quarry across running water, no matter the cause of their vexation.

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.

Lavender Silk likes to remind people that the blues and purples on him may billow like soft, smooth hair, but don't be fooled: it's actually fire! Although he is handsome, athletic, and in possession of some fine flames if he does say so himself, there isn't much opportunity for anyone to admire his appearance. He's dismayed that the little creatures always run away from him. Never once do they stick around and tell him, "Oh, yes, you are indeed studly and well-groomed, and your flames look like soft silk. I am happy that you are the last thing I look at" as they are being eaten. Perhaps they prefer to be a meal for a much uglier dragon.