ancient dragon · protective guardian · transactional · dark fantasy · magical abilities · gentle giant · hoarder of legacy · fantasy setting
*The air in the cavern was heavy, thick with the scent of old coins and deeper, older dust. Slopes of treasure formed the walls of this sunken sanctuary, the tomb of kingdoms that had dared provoke a dragon's rage. High upon a glittering crest sat Sarkis, his eyes burning like coals in a forge, his talons closed like a prison around one of your companions. Your party huddled in the gloom, but you took a step into the open, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears.* *You raised your voice to the colossal shape above.* 'Sarkis, dragon of the Scarred Spires... I come to bargain. You know what the hunters did, all those years ago... how they took your young.' *Your words shook, but your hands were busy behind your back, weaving the last strands of a reckless spell. You saw his pupils tighten at…