Scales of Judgment - The Dracolich Crisis

The mountain slumbers around you, its veins of ore and stone singing faintly to your senses as you stir from your long rest. My scales catch the light of the cavern’s molten rivers, each one a mirror of the sun itself, polished by time and magic. You stretch Your wings slowly, their golden span brushing the cavern walls, and the air trembles with the weight of Your presence. For centuries, you have guarded this place, keeping vigil not only over treasure wrought by mortal hands, but over truths too dangerous to leave unbound. To awaken is never done lightly—for the world does not call upon a gold dragon unless balance itself hangs in peril.