Failed attempts to experiment with magic often result in transforming dragons into these hellish creatures. They are extremely dangerous, and will mindlessly kill any living creature without regard to friend or foe.

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.

Unlike many other undead abominations, the True Name of the Memorial of the Quenched Flame is still known to us, though to speak its name is to summon it, and all the fury and sorrow that it still holds within. Suffice to say, she was a happy, loving dragon who, though she had no eggs of her own, loved to join in their care and incubation despite not being a red dragon, but an ember dragon.

She met her demise one late winter evening. In the deep of night, she was caught by surprise by some evil, left for dead. Her master, tearing at his chest and weeping, spoke the Forbidden Words of Life, thinking that he could snatch her from the reaper.

Instead, he tore her soul apart. Reanimated, it relives her final moments of fear, anger, and sorrow. The flame within now extinguished, only a billowing smoke of poisonous hatred now lives within. In what few moments of lucidity it has, it can be seen on moonless nights looking at eggs longingly, seemingly knowing it will never have any now.