Upon heat and flame this Dragon would dance, basking within the hot, scorching air, its wings of fiery red would rise and spread upon the hot lava as if bathing upon its intense heat. A hide of hard blood red scales would shine and glimmer in the lava's intense glow and an eerie yellow eye would watch every move, never flinching. For this was Jurellakk a dragon born of fire and flame, resplendent in a fiery coat of red whose very domain was the heart of the volcanoes and lava lakes of Dragongorge. Many would seek this king of fire, his scales were revered as magical talismans and yet, none ever returned from its fiery domain, consumed it is thought, by the mighty Jurellakk himself... Taken from the great book of Enchantica, The travel journals of Danskamere.