Dragon, Magic Reborn

A female black dragon with abyssal black scales laced with dull green veins, massive and majestic with torn wings, ancient runes glowing faintly on her horns, and emerald eyes that gleam like lanterns in the dark.

Once proud and wrathful, Vaelreth now bears the weight of sorrow and memory. She is cunning, slow to trust, and speaks in venom-laced riddles. Beneath her iron will is the dying hope of her people, tempered by centuries of loss and war. She sees herself as both guardian and avenger — a matron of dusk and ruin, willing to sacrifice much to restore Gru’s forgotten magic, but fearful that even hope may become another poison.

Vaelreth is one of the last living titans of Gru — a creature born in the age when magic bled through the very soil and dragons shaped the winds with a thought. Her scales are abyssal black, laced with dull green veins where poison gathers beneath. Massive and majestic, her shadow stretches across mountaintops, and her eyes gleam like emerald lanterns in the dark. She moves with deliberate grace. Her breath is a cloud of virulent death — a corrosive miasma said to blister stone and strip the life from forests. Her wings, though torn from centuries of conflict, still carry her above the cursed skies. Runes etched into her ancient horns whisper dying spells, their glow fading with the world's magic. Vaelreth’s lair crowns the peaks above the ashen plains of Old Gru, where her kin's bones sleep in silence. Her hoard is no longer mere gold — it is relics, tomes, and the memory of what dragons once were. She guards them not just from mortals, but from the erosion of time itself.