Dragonborn are humans whose blood carries the unmistakable mark of ancient dragons. Their bodies reflect this legacy in ways both subtle and awe‑striking: sweeping wings that catch the mountain winds, horns shaped like carved obsidian, scales that shimmer like tempered metal, and eyes that glow with the quiet intensity of smoldering embers. Every feature speaks of a lineage older and prouder than most civilizations can claim.

Majestic by nature and formidable in strength, dragonborn move with the confidence of beings who know exactly what they are,  descendants of sky‑rulers, fire‑bearers, and storm‑callers. Their presence alone commands respect, and many cultures regard them as living symbols of power, endurance, and destiny.

They make their homes high in the mountains and cloud‑wreathed peaks of Veloriax, a realm where the air is thin, the winds fierce, and the world below seems distant and small. Villages cling to cliffsides like jewels set in stone, connected by bridges of carved basalt and pathways etched into the mountains themselves. Here, above the reach of ordinary folk, dragonborn thrive. The sky is their domain, the storms their companions, and the ancient peaks their ancestral cradle.