The DragonLords are a breed apart, a race so completely different from anything else that walks upright, which they cannot be thought of in the same way. Whilst almost all of the Elder Races are warm-blooded, bar the Mist Devils, Mani and Soulless who do not actually have blood, the DragonLords have only cold blood pumping through their veins. This makes them different to the other races in a way that is almost sub-conscious, as if no matter how well a DragonLord may disguise who he is; it is always there, lurking under the surface.

On the exterior, DragonLords are no different from the other humanoid Races, if a little taller and broader. They have no distinguishing marks, other then, commonly, numerous scars and other marks of battle and can thus pass as human, Merman or even Elven. Internally they could not be more different. Their skeletal structure is bizarre, their ribs cage fused into one solid plate to protect the twin hearts that beat underneath it. Between each heart is a ridge of bone to prevent a single attack damaging both organs. Their lungs are tougher and more leathery on the outside then those of humans, with bony plates protecting them. Their spinal column is approximately three times the thickness of that of a human, a fact that goes a long way into accounting for their size and bulk.

Their blood is strange, almost black, so stuffed is it with blood cells and anti-bodies. This gives them outrageous endurance and their muscles can work long after they have been starved of oxygen, breaking down the tissue only for it to regenerate again. DragonLord muscles do not produce lactic acid, nor do they suffer from stitches or recurring injuries from past battles. Their flesh is regenerative, and this grows more powerful as they age, the oldest of their kind being almost impossible to wound without magic.

This indestructibility is complex in origin and hard to reason logically. Why, for instance, would a DragonLord need the ability to breath fire, or move faster then the human eye is highly illogical. What possible use could these abilities be if placed alongside the burgeoning power of invulnerability? Simple. It can take up to a thousand years for a DragonLord to reach the peak of his power and strength. 90% of their race will not survive past their fiftieth year. Their flesh and abilities develop slowly in comparison to those of the other races, so a DragonLord who is centuries old could still be considered a child.

To this must then be added the fact that DragonLords do not tend to get on well with other DragonLords. They are not human, or like any of the other Elder Races and more often then not will simply act like little more then animals that are exceptionally intelligent. They live in close-knit clans, generally of no more then a dozen individuals stemming from a single pair of adults. Once they are old enough to look after themselves, the DragonLord will divide their clan apart. DragonLord physiology is in some ways similar to humans, in some ways very different. The average amount of children a DragonLady will carry to term at any one point in time is one; however, it only takes three months from conceiving to birth. This can lead to a population explosion in the right circumstances. Unfortunately, for the DragonLords as a race, the right circumstances tend to lead to an even greater disaster. With insufficient food to feed the immense requirements of a DragonLords accelerated metabolism, the DragonLords will actually turn on one another, killing the weaker members of the clan until the balance between DragonLords and food supply is restored to it’s normal levels.


The DragonLords where the first of all the Races to be created, born from the guiding hand of the AllFather, Shaltar the Dragon God. As such the other Races, at the beginning at least, looked to the DragonLords to show them the way to civilization and enlightenment. Indeed the DragonLords where eager to do this, being the first of the Races to crown a monarch, the DragonKing, to rule their entire race. The first DragonKing was Drake FrostHeart and some say that he is still the rightful King, though he abdicated his throne many years ago. Any of the Draconic Races can be the DragonKing be they Hydra, Wyvern, Dragon or DragonLord. This can lead to wildly varying political and social ideals.

According to the legends spoken of by the eldest and thus the strongest of the DragonLords and Dragons, Shaltar was the second of the Gods to descend to Tal’Vorn. The first was Grathis, the entity of knowledge, who created the Mani. Since the Mani are not alive or indeed sentient in any sense of the word, they are not included in the List of Twelve. Shaltar is the name given by the DragonLords to their creator, an intergalactic entity of unimaginable power. Yet Shaltar is not a God in the sense of the word understood by humans. Yet His powers are very real and include the manipulation of baseline DNA. It is this ability, shared by all the Gods, that allowed them to make their Races, to populate Tal’Vorn with so many intelligent creatures who are so very different and yet somehow linked.

It is said that Shaltar looked upon Tal’Vorn and was, in a way, pleased with the world. He saw that it was a place where many different creatures could thrive. Due to it’s unique location and the development of the nearest stellar bodies, it’s twin suns and multiple large moons, and it’s lack of heavy metals at it’s core, with only enough to create a magnetic field, Tal’Vorn actually has a relatively low gravity. This, combined with its sheer size, makes it perfect for high population races. And just such creatures had already evolved. Dragons, Hydras and Wyverns where the ones that interested Shaltar the most, their strength fascinating the God.

Yet He was displeased with them at the same time. Being animals and built for killing and eating prey, they seemed incapable of civilization. Thus, Shaltar took it upon Himself to create a race that would be able to fulfill his desires in a species. In this manner, He manipulated the Dragon, Wyvern and Hydra DNA, taking from them parts of themselves, the strength of a mighty Black Dragon, the incredible speed of the snake like Wyvern and the regeneration of the Hydra. This, combined with a part of Shaltar’s own essence to give His creation life, was the First and the Eldest.

And Shaltar named His creation Drake. Drake looked upon his creator, upon his god and in turn gave Shaltar his name. Shaltar, in the tongue of Dragons, means The AllFather Of The World. Shaltar was well pleased with His creation and set to work, creating many more, until five thousand DragonLords walked the face of Tal’Vorn. These five thousand formed the core of the most powerful race on Tal’Vorn, a race breed for fighting and war, a race that combined the sheer animalistic ferocity of the Draconic Breeds with the cool calculation and cunning that comes from intelligence.

However, something unexpected happened, something that not even Shaltar could have foreseen. The DragonLords where based on Dragon DNA and there are a dozen breeds of Dragon, all with different strengths and weaknesses. Moreover, this was present in the DragonLords. There were actually twelve subspecies of the DragonLord, all different and yet all sharing distinct baseline similarities. All could regenerate all where very strong and inhumanly quick. Yet the Blacks were the strongest, the Reds the quickest and the Greens the most resilient, the Blues could breathe underwater and the Copper where unharmed by flame. Though strange, Shaltar was doubly pleased by this, seeing it as an example of the Race’s adaptability, a sign that they would be nigh impossible to stop when they worked together.

It was many long years before they united however. Their differences forced the DragonLords into tribes, scattered across the face of Tal’Vorn. It was not until Drake went from tribe to tribe, fighting their most powerful warriors and gaining their respect, that the entire race was finally united. Once they realised the strength that came from having a single leader, the DragonLords where almost too eager to declare Drake their King, accepting his words as law. In this manner, the DragonLords continued for many generations, living much as they always did, Drake walking the lands, learning all he could, aiding his Race to become what Shaltar had intended them to be.

However, after several centuries, Drake abdicated as the DragonKing, stepping down. To find his successor, an immense tournament was held, DragonLords, Dragons, Wyverns and Hydras all permitted to enter. After several weeks of constant fighting, the winner was declared. Bizarrely it was not a DragonLord but an immensely powerful Black Dragon named Vralic who was declared DragonKing. Supported by Drake, Vralic was accepted by the Draconic creatures of Tal’Vorn as their king. Since then, Vralic has ruled both wisely and nobly from his immense cavern in the centre of the Dragon Isle.

Drake is perhaps the archetypical DragonLord. Both broad and tall, his skin is a tanned hue, burnt copper from long years of walking the lands. He is proficient with combat weapons and at unarmed combat, his specialty is being the two handed Sword and the Maul, two weapons that favour a DragonLords immense strength and endurance. However, the DragonLords lack of true manual dexterity makes their movements at times awkward and clumsy; preventing them from using ranged weapons as skillfully as other races.


DragonLords, being animalistic at times, have few morals and even fewer fears. They know that they are strong, that Shaltar awaits them after death, and so they fear nothing, for death to them is not the end. However, this lack of morals also horrifies the other Races that the DragonLords meet. DragonLords think nothing of incest or cannibalism, viewing the former as simply mating with an available DragonLord and the latter as a form of emergency food. This has lead to horror stories about DragonLords being told amongst the human population, of how DragonLords devour children and the elderly. In all actuality this would never happen, DragonLords viewing the other races as inferior and not worth devouring.

Since DragonLords know that they were the first true Race to be created upon Tal’Vorn and because they are immortal and stronger then most of the other Races, they have a low opinion of the other races. However Half-Breed DragonLords have been known to exist, normally matched with Elves, Mermen, Angels or Fairies. There are no records of a Half-Breed DragonLord/Human and indeed should any be born it is highly likely that the nearest DragonLord would tear the child into pieces.

DragonLords hate humanity with a bloody vengeance. Though their Race is not evil by any means, they are possessed of both ferocity and fury in equal measure. They loathe the Humans for invading Tal’Vorn, for stealing land where DragonLords once lived and for the devastation done to the DragonLords during the Great War. Yet this damage was not just the fault of the Humans.

It was Humans who caused the Great War, this is beyond question, and yet it is the DragonLords who actually opened hostilities. Humans attacked and killed a small tribe of DragonLords, the group almost totally whipped out. However there was one exception.

A single DragonLady escaped death, fleeing north. Using her fallen tribes Jump Gate, she traveled to the Dragon Isle in search of the Priestess of Shaltar. Having finally made it to stand before her and Vralic, she told the DragonKing of what had happened on the Isle of the Dead. Vralic sat in silent thought for a long time, his great mind working to try to discover the best course of action. He could not permit the Humans to presume that they could experiment upon his people and at the same time, he was wary about entering into full war with the Humans.

Finally, he made a choice. He declared war upon the Human usurpers. Yet before he lead Dragons, DragonLords, Wyverns and Hydras against the walls of Primus, the Human city, he traveled to the strongholds of all the Races, speaking with their leaders, explaining the threat that the Humans posed to all of Tal’Vorn. Though it took many months, he finally had all the Races, bar the Angels, supporting his cause. Vralic had even managed to broker an alliance with the bloody thirsty Demons, the fanatical Anvar and the enigmatic Ether Walkers.

The war lasted 12 years. Due to the Human technology, they where able to hold back the numerically and physically superior Elder Races, taking relatively few casualties. DragonLords were at the head of every assault, taking immense casualties, yet pressing on undaunted, howling for the blood of the Humans. Indeed it is thought that at this time, the DragonLords were viewed by the other Races as no better then the Demons, the two Races now fighting alongside, their bloodlust matched almost totally.

It would have gone on for many more years, casualties mounting up on both sides. Indeed, it was growing increasingly difficult for Vralic to hold the Races together, to prevent the Elves, Fairies and Mermen retreating back to their homes. Until Drake returned. It is written that his coming was glorious, the DragonLord racing ahead of the full might of the Black Winged Angels, the battle songs of the Angelic filling the air as they rushed to attack the walls of Primus. The Humans where unprepared to fight opponents who could fly, their city possessing almost no aerial defences. Drake himself never spoke of how he persuaded the Angels to fight with him, or how he assembled the group, he called the Twelve. The Twelve where some of the most powerful fighters and mages of their Races, each of the Twelve representing one of the Races. Yet this would only be eleven, for a Mani is unable to fight.

The twelfth was a Human fighter, a man whose name has been lost in the passages of time. And, indeed that was his specialty, Time Magic. He was somehow able to manipulate the very streams of time and space themselves, throw Humans and buildings aside with just the power of his mind and reach into his opponents brains and destroy their psyche. Without him, Drake’s assault would have faltered. This Human apparently betrayed his people by breaking open the gates of Primus, and thus allowing the Eldar Races to slaughter, maim and brutalize the humans.

Yet he vanished in the final stages of the assault, and the other members of the Twelve died in the fighting, leaving on Drake to fight on alone, covered in red and black blood, his war cries echoing through out the city, slaughtering with sword and maul any human that came within range, dodging both bullets and blows with uncanny speed. It is said that he even tore apart a Personal Tactical Dreadnought Class Body Armoured Unit, a PTAU, also known as a ‘Combat Walker’. These Walkers continued a single human pilot inside of metallic shell, a humanoid robot device, designed specifically for heavy construction, thus with immense strength and durability. Yet a few had been taken further, outfitted, and designed for fighting in close quarters. They had almost no weak points and where armed with twin heavy rapid firing machine guns and napalm flamethrowers. And Drake tore it apart with his bare hands.

The war was won for the DragonLords by the actions of a DragonLord, fighting on his own for much of the battle against forces that should have killed him, against odds that where innumerable and weaponry far more powerful then his own. He displayed outstanding courage, valour, strength and resistance to pain, a depth of sheer bloody-minded persistence and outrageous tenacity. These virtues are the ones that the DragonLords favour in their people, the virtues that mark them out to their people and show the ones that are truly marked for greatness. To be a DragonLord is to be a representation of their God, Shaltar the AllFather. To be a DragonLord is to die in combat, with courage and honour. To be a DragonLord is to be a true warrior.


Courage and Honour!
Drake’s Battle Cry


Though I see my fathers,
Though I see my mothers and my brothers and my sisters,
Though I see past warriors and fallen allies,
Though I see them all beckon me from Shaltar’s Light,
I still will not join them,
I still will not die this day,
I still will not spill my blood upon this ground,
I still will fight with courage and honour!
DragonLord Battle Prayer


Get that filthy animal out of my city! And for Hevar’s Sake keep him AWAY from the horses!
Order given by the LifeMayor of Tal City in reference to a Black DragonLord walking down the Main Street


What do you mean, why did I keep killing the demons? What do you mean, they were falling back? What do you mean, I was ordered to stand down? I’m a DragonLord; they were there, so I killed them. Nothing to it.
Drake FrostHeart after the First War of the Races


I don’t know whether to thank Shaltar for their existence and ignore them, or muster my Dragons, Hydras and Wyverns and just wipe them from the face of Tal’Vorn. Let’s just say I could go either way.
Vralic BlackDragonKing to Silofan GreenDragon after the final stages of the Great War


Woooo! Death! Blood! Violence! Woooo!
A random DragonLord Battle Cry during the Great War

Black - Strongest + can learn to breath gas or black fire
Green - Toughest + spits acid
Night - Spits Dark Bolts + almost immune to Dark and acidic Magics
White - Resistant to cold + spits ice
Grey - General low level magic resistance + spits raw energy bolts
Red - Quick as a git + spits fire
Gold - Most powerful as a mage + spits fire
Silver - Resistant to Air Magic + spits lightning + can exist for a period in a void
Blue - Breathes underwater, can't fly, spits lightning is resistant to Water Magic
Copper - Resistant to Fire + spits lava
Bronze - Spits molten metal + immune to blood and bone magic + has metallic hide + can eat metal as a food
Stone - Yer buggered. No wings, no breath weapon. Can cross the Vorn Wastes, but that's about it!