The histories of the Mire in the tumult after The Fall are rife with terrifying stories of dragons and their kin decimating homesteads, devouring those sent to fend them off, and destroying the landscape for miles around with the eruptions of magical dragons’ breath.

Whether two-legged and walking like a man, hunched and flying like a winged gargoyle, or darkening the sky as a mighty wyrm, the dragonkin are the nightmares of the people of Sanctum.

Sacking of drekken towns

Without the intervention of Belaus Hammertone, Sanctum may never have been built at all.


Dahrylon Evhelm