The subterranean vault beneath the volcanic core of Drakonhold was an ancient cavern of staggering proportions. Guarded by two massive bronze gates inscribed with draconic runes of fire, the royal hoard stretched into the warm gloom like a sea of incandescent gold. Piles of ancient coins minted before the fall of the eastern kingdoms, chests overflowing with uncut star-sapphires, and rows of ceremonial plate armor reflected the amber glow of…
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