Before there were kings, there was the glint of gold in the dark. These are the dragons of the deep places, the riddle-speakers who sleep upon the wealth of fallen empires. They do not value the gold for what it buys, but for the heat it holds. To face them is to face your own greed reflected in a slitted, sulfurous eye.
We call them... the Hoard-Keepers.
created by GLeigh
last updated April, 2026

We looked to the mountains and thought them stone. We looked to the clouds and thought them vapour. We were wrong.
The world does not belong to those who walk, but to those who flyâthose with hearts of furnace-glass and minds of ancient gold. They are the keepers of the hoards, the singers of the high winds, and the enders of all things.
We call them... Dragons