Royal Crimson Dragons are so named due to their massive size and confident, regal bearing. Most of the time they are laid back, ignoring non-prey creatures smaller than themselves, although they will occasionally take fresh kills from other dragons as a reminder of their place in the social order. Although there are few other dragons large enough to pose a threat to Royal Crimsons, they have little tolerance for potential rivals and will fiercely defend their territory from such intruders.

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.

Stormador is a stuck-up male Royal Crimson dragon. He never turns down a chance to brag about his lineage. Stormador's usual comments sound something like this, "A second generation dragon, descended from a Royal Crimson dragon of nobility and a Gold dragon who is a queen! You uncivilised creatures are fortune that I came here!". Behind his back, dragons whisper that it's no wonder that Stormador's parents abandoned him.

  Stormador dwells in a medium-sized cave in a volcano known as "The Mouth Of Thorn". He keeps a hoard of treasure, namely gold and gemstones, in his cave. Stormador polishes his valuables until they shine like the wings of a hundred Nebula dragons. He's a good hunter and even in times of scarcity can be seen to be somewhat plump.

  Stormador is shunned by the other dragons due to his pompous attitude towards every dragon that crosses his path. However, he doesn't mind this, as he isn't very sociable despite loving to hear the sound of his own voice.