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I kept a keen eye on my hoard. I found my collection years ago, after growing bored of the gold and jewels that had made it up then. It was the process of growing up, I knew. A young dragon, full of hormones and developing brains had to have a hoard.

But the classic only worked so far. It fed the initial greed, amassing wealth and items of interest. For some, it was what they were meant to hoard. But most grew bored of such things in time. Not that we got rid of them. Money was always helpful, especially in growing a true hoard.

I had found mine when walking through a nearby city. We had an agreement, the city and I. I would come down one day a month and do some jobs they wanted help with. In return I got paid, and they didn't hunt me. It was a win win situation. Being as the area was my territory, they were protected from dragon attack. By having them on my side, I didn't have to worry too much about traps.

So, I was walking through the streets, their eyes upon me. But then I heard a shout and laughter, as a trio of youngsters ran around. Something about them made me greedy again. Not to eat them, but to have them. I refrained from acting, but it sparked my interest. It wasn't children so much that I wanted, but them specifically.

It was during a demolition project that I realised just what it was. There was an old building that had suffered a bad fire, enough that even I could tell the structure was unstable. A few shoves brought it down, for the people to clear. As the last wall fell my gaze landed on a nearby ramshackle place. It had clearly seen better days, but it still smelt of blood, magic and gold. The city's Adventuring Chapter.

I felt a flash of that same greed, though not quite as strong. It fell together in my mind, what I was craving. Adventurers. Those who fight for both gold and to help. I wanted adventurers.

I left the city soon after, my work done for the day. I held my normal chest of gold as I flew, mind whirling. From what I remembered, their chapter wasn't doing so well. With my presence nearby, most large monsters stayed away. It left the smaller ones, the sort that hide and ambush. But the guard were normally pretty good at keeping them down.

I wanted them to be better. Looking at my pile of money, I realised I could make them better. I spent the next month scheming, plotting what to do. When the time was right I took with me both my normal empty chest and a smaller one. As usual I met with the Grand Lord, exchanging pleasantries. It was there I proposed to fund the Chapter.

He was surprised, that much was evident. But the money I brought with me helped grease the wheels. Though I had work to do that day, we agreed to meet in the evening, when I normally left.

I saw the trio again, still laughing. Looking closer, I could almost see them as adventurers. Strong and brave, but kind and compassionate. I wanted them to be so. I wanted my hoard to be the best. I knew they would be my crown jewels as it were.

That evening myself and the Grand Lord talked. Rather than me ferrying money over each month, a portion of my normal earnings would be used. I would also make a nice cave system, a sort of teaching dungeon for them. I could terrorise a group of those little monsters into populating it, and they would help train them. Not that I would allow killing in there.

I did make a more awkward demand for him though. I didn't want it to be known that I was helping. I wanted my hoard to work it out for themselves. He promised to do so. What he would do is be the public figure for it, getting his political benefits. But the adventurers themselves would be able to find out the truth, if they straight up asked me.

It took a couple of years for this all to be up and running. I made a tribe of goblins and one of kobolds help me, making up the numbers in the dungeons. The Adventuring Chapter had a complete makeover, with discounts provided to them for the local shops. My contribution made a huge difference, being a literal fortune spent on them.

I watched from afar, pleased with my hoard. A few of the older parties saw through it, approaching me directly about it. I proudly told them the truth, that they were my hoard, which they found rather amusing. I laughed when one of them suggested that I act as a quest giver as such.

But it was a good idea. They spread rumors about how only the best receive a quest from the dragon. If they beat it, I would hear a request from each member. I allowed it, enjoying some of my hoard working hard to see me. My little monsters gave me word of larger threats nearby, ones that hid outside of my territory, or lurked in less visited areas. They worked well for my adventurers, a sort of final test for them.

Over the years I watched them grow. The trio became a quintet, joining up as adventurers. I watched on like a proud parent as they seized every class with both hands, training hard. They worked so much to reach my quest. I gave them one to kill a Storm Hydra that liked to run nearby.

They won, coming back tired but unharmed, carrying its severed heads as proof. Their leader, one of the original three that had an affinity for magic, spoke her request first.

"My request is an answer to a question. So tell us, what exactly do you hoard?"

I swished my tail, looking at each one. I was so immensely fond of them, as they were the crown jewels I thought them to be.

"A fine question. The answer is you. Adventurers."

They fell silent, shock on their adorable little faces. I slowly blinked, lowering my head to their level.

"You're part of my hoard, and always will be."

This story makes me happy. :)

Damn this is good

Would it be ok if I had my new TTRPG campaign I'm gonna DM have a similar premise? Not quite the same, but I still wanna ask permission.

Thank you, and by all means go ahead

As the adventurers stood before the King, his 'pet' dragon Kzzintch swished her tail lazily, the sun shimmering against the midnight scales.

The child prodigy Kazuna with his sword and shield, looking like playthings in his tiny hands; the demon-touched Sally (short for Salacious Undertakings in the Deep of the Trees) spread her goblin-colored wings, her aviator-style glasses worn under a gold-starred hat and robe, spellbound in hand; the elderly rogue vampire Eldris IV, casually performing sleight-of-hand tricks with his twin daggers, Love and Hate; and the whipcord-and-bone structure of the Priestess of Alexander Emilia, her form hidden under coarse plate, wielding a club and holy shield.

Kazuna was the leader, in spite of his youthful appearance. "Your Majesty, I have come to report that the Lich King Angarat has been slain, and his phylactery destroyed. However, we have an interesting problem, due to the fact that he completed a partial casting of the Soulthief spell. As a result, a good portion of the city of Sheat is now varying forms of undead."

He stepped back, and let Sally approach to continue the report. "Having spent some time researching the spell itself, the undead in Sheat are acting as though they are still alive, and those forcibly resurrected have formed a co-operative in order to support the remaining living in the city. The long-term implications aren't clear at this stage, but I have some suggestions as to how to handle that, after consulting with Lord Von Zarovich of the Zarov Nights. I'll prepare a scroll for you this evening, so that you can discuss these with the council."

The King nodded absently, before gesturing for the next person to speak. However, the page, who had up until now been completely unobtrusive, said into the room hesitantly, "Sire, the Heroes decided on a boon before entering. They would like to ask a question of the dragon."

The King emailed silent for a moment, and then spoke. "Proceed." The page left the room at the flicker of fury that emblazoned the King's face, and the dragon turned its attention to the Heroes.

Emilia spoke, a clarion call of Divinity echoed within the voice, and scars lining her face despite her 25-year-old appearance. "We know from our Dragon masters that drgaons have a compulsion to hoard - whether it is gold, jewellery, property or knowledge; however, you don't appear to have a hoard at all. Our understanding is that this would drive a dragon to madness and destruction.

"So, given that you clearly exhibit no signs of madness, I would ask of you, lord - what is it that you hoard?"

Kzzintch blinked his left eye lazily at the Heroes. He swung his tail in mockery, as though trying to play the coquette. "Allow me to ask you a question in return - how many were injured in your assault?" The dragon's tail shifted and lazily swiped along the floor.

The Heroes looked to one another, perplexed. Emilia returned the gaze of the dragon, before saying, "Ae believ it to be, outside of those converted to Undeath, in the low double figures - all but two of those of the Lich's forces."

Magnificent, Kzzintch thought. Barely a scratch on them, and they kept casualties to a minimum. Something that our first encounter did not.

The King stood and patted the dragon's foreclaw, smiling at his oldest friend and counsel.

Emilia pressed on with her question. "Lord, I must press you for an answer - what is it that you hoard?"

Kzzintch smiled a toothy grin. "The last time I fought a Lich King, I was more interested in saving the world and dominating it for glory." He picked up Emilia, who squealed as she nearly lost her footing, before sliding into the palm of the paw. "So I began to collect people of quiet competence, something I appear to have an aptitude for.

"We here in this kingdom no longer need to summon Heroes from other lands and worlds, like Magistrix, Calloria and Sweinsghast. Because the kings and queens allow me to recruit for them."

The dragon appeared to glare at Emilia, who flinched; however, the mouth was filled with mirth as he returned her to the floor of the throne room.

"Does that answer your question?"

I love it! THanks for writing out my prompt :)

This sounds like an insanely cool DnD Party.

Thanks for giving life to my prompt :)

You under-bargained. You should have asked for the story.