The Dragon Lords were not born of flesh, but manifested from the raw flow of magic itself — immortal, undying, and each the living embodiment of a primal **aspect of the world or a universal concept**. Some blazed as raging infernos, avatars of destruction and wrath; others were knowledge incarnate, vast minds woven from starlight and memory.
They towered as colossal beings of scale and spell, their bodies both living creatures and conduits of the arcane. To see one was to glimpse a truth of creation given form.
Ruling in an age long before men, the Dragon Lords enslaved giants and elves, shaping the world with their dominion. Their fall in the Giant Rebellion ended their rule but not their presence: their bones sealed in urns still bleed poison, their spirits whisper through the Veil, and their artifacts of power lie scattered, waiting for hands bold — or foolish — enough to claim them. To this day, the Dragon Lords endure as both legend and looming threat: not gone, merely chained.