Nirvirmirlirmulnir was a frost dragon rather proud of his ridiculous name, a subject of many eye-rolls amongst the other dragons (figuratively). He made his home high up in the terrible, jagged, frost-bound peaks of the northern wastes, a place that only a masochist would dare climb to. On his mountain he stored many artifacts of magical power he received in payment from the ice giants, including peculiar enchanted letters. Though intimidating in appearance, Nirvirmirlirmulnir was never a terribly strong dragon, and perished one day to a flaming sword applied directly to the brain.
yeah, its alright, you'll end up with a realy bad temper or worst a maingrane halfway through the game. Never finished it. But the art is awesome i know.