Thunder Dragons are the masters of electricity. Their wings gather energy as they soar through the clouds, and when they clap their wings together they can create devastating arcs of lightning. They can stay airborne nearly indefinitely, landing only to sleep and breed; they catch their prey from the air and take moisture from the clouds. A thunder dragon’s roar is considered to be an omen of misfortune.

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.

Unfortunate, unwanted, unloved. The words and the thoughts hung over her like a cloud from the day of her birth, them and many more like them, the dragon always struggling to understand the meaning of her existence. Her father was a cursed beast, bringing death to all mortals who regarded him, and her mother was in love with another who would never love her back. Why the two had come together, then--why they had struggled for so long to produce a single thunder egg, only to abruptly part ways--she never knew. Seeming to bring ill luck wherever she goes, she drifts from one storm to another, lost in her own thoughts and paying little heed to the suffering she leaves in her wake.