A Dragon's Hoard

Author's Note: Inspiration credit goes to Dungeon Building for Beginners by DosEsh and Knights, Dragons, and Princesses by The Dark Traveller.

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You are Chyndrax, the Flame of Command, a dragon living in the Kingdom of Aurasae. Your lair was a large natural cave system that you found and cleared out in Mount Afenrech. There was a large forest to the north, Bearshield, the capital city of Aurasae, to the south east, and rolling hills and farmland to the southwest. You know there was an ocean beyond Bearshield, a tundra past the forest, and a desert far to the south.

You had recently become a fully adult dragon, at the age of one hundred and fifty years. You stood nine feet tall at the shoulder, and could easily reach your neck up another six feet beyond that. You were thirty two feet from the tip of your tail to your nose, and every inch of that length was covered in red scales, which protect you as well as any armor the local humans have made.

As an adult dragon, it was time for you to begin collecting a hoard of your own, maybe challenging a few knights, and generally making a name for yourself. You thought about it, and decided that gold didn't really interest you. What to hoard instead. Gemstones were pretty, but that thought felt just as empty. You knew Pargaim collected books, the nerd, and Zyrgolel collected toys of all things...

Hm... They weren't exactly toys like Zyrgolel hoarded, but you had noticed some of the local mortals were rather... interesting. Particularly the female ones. The tradition of dragons princesses was usually unrelated to the hoarding instinct, but there was no reason it had to be. Maybe other dragons would think you were odd, but you thought some of them were pretty odd too. The mortals would try to stop you of course, but they'd do that if you tried to hoard anything you had to take from them.

With the nature of your hoard decided, you stretched your wings, then left your cave to start collecting.