Storm Dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.

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.

This dragon is steeped in mystery and shrouded in myth. Few have seen him, fewer have known what they saw, and none have seen him twice; or, at least, lived to speak of it.

The Wild Hunt can be witnessed on the night of the new moon, when the wind's music in the leaves changes to an eerie howl, and the earthly creatures huddle closer in their burrows, and hide their heads. He stalks this plane when a shiver crawls up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and faint strains of unearthly music tease just beyond your hearing.

Though he remains aloof and distant from most of the world, he loves Goddess of the Hunt like the moon loves the sun; he needs her, like a king needs his crown, like a branch needs a tree, like a song needs a singer. She is his life, now and forever more.

They hunt together beneath the moon, and pine for one another when the sun rises between them, and the earth turns its face to another day.