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The Curse Of The Dragonslayer's Gold.

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Sagana laughed at the impotent hatred being shoveled at her by the few Dwarves they'd left alive for torturing. Many dragons were sleeping off hearty and well-earned meals, but most were gathering and spreading their loot around. They were all speaking in Khuzdul, just because they could, and they knew how the Dwarves hated it.

She was having a bit of fun with their leader, shoving the bound Dwarf around and asking him how much he thought various treasures were worth, how long they'd been in his family. She scooped up a pile of smaller trinkets and was casually flicking them away, when the Dwarf's eyes went particularly wide. She examined the ring she'd been about to flick, saw nothing special about it, and grinned as she dropped the rest and held it up to her snout. "Oh, you like this one, do you? Is it sentimental? Ah, well! I've seen much better. Might as well melt this down, then!"

As she melted the ring with her breath, she noticed their other captives gaining what was probably their fourth wind, at this point, focusing on breaking free again, or just gibbering some plea at their leader. She was turning back with a grin, only to have her head knocked back by an unexpected blow. How had that Dwarf broken free? Her head was ringing!

She heard the other dragons laughing, but the Dwarf's curse quickly produced a sickening clarity, "You! My clan's gold will be the end for your kind!" Everyone could feel the weight of the curse. They were a group of young dragons who had painstakingly plotted this conquest for months, and now that they had finally made names for themselves, their euphoria turned to dread. Several of the smaller dragons cried out in pain. Sagana wasn't able to see what had happened to them, since the crazed Dwarf was trying to slam her head with a statuette again and get at her with a jeweled dagger.

Some of the other Dwarves broke free. She saw a big blue dragon twitch where he had been resting against a rack of gold-encrusted armour, then the rack toppled onto him, the gold dripping off and pouring its way into him. A petite yellow dragon gasped, then choked and clawed at a plundered necklace tightening around her neck. Sagana's claws began smoking as gold she'd been standing on tried to melt her. She grabbed the Dwarf and launched them both across the room, snarling at a pain that she knew was what her victims felt before she tired of them.

The Dwarf struggled to break free from the pin he'd been put in but spared a glance at the mayhem behind them. Several dragons, most of whom had been the biggest of the group, were encased in gold. Some had been melted down on piles of coins, even the bones, while others had been sliced by weapons that wouldn't normally have pierced their scales.

Sagana shoved her snout at the chuckling Dwarf, looking deeply into his defiant eyes. "What did you do?!" With a bit of talent helped along by the Dwarf probably wanting her to know, she somehow knew that all of the gold would now kill them, even if it was a handsbreadth away. More importantly, and almost infuriatingly enough for her to kill the Dwarf then, she saw that anyone who owned any of this clan's gold was aware of its properties. She saw others approaching and stabbed a claw at the Dwarf. "Look. See." The surviving dragons came to the Dwarf reluctantly, but they all came to know what she did. "Now, I know that we were all planning on cheating each other once we took this place, but I am willing to delay that, until we have dealt with this gold."

A small black dragon chimed in, from the other end of the treasure pile. "So, who here doesn't want the silver, then?"
 
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Mothbol rubbed his hands together with gleeful anticipation. A crowd of Dwarves, most of which were children and clinging to the few adults, tried to look cowed in front of him, but whispered at each other in their rough tongue, obviously planning to escape, whenever he looked away. He was standing in the middle of the road leading from the recently sacked Dwarvish stronghold to a nearby town, mostly owned by humans. He tapped a smokey foot impatiently, and, ignoring the Dwarves for a moment, barked, "What's taking them so long?"

He glared at the Dwarves when they all started exclaiming over some jewelry. Some started crying, but most stood and looked as if they were about to march to their deaths in the stronghold, until they remembered that he was holding a child hostage under each arm. "Ah, ah, ah! Who gave you leave to go running off? Your little ones here will need a proper burial, won't they?" Glancing under his left arm with a smirk, he flinched at the scowl the kid was giving him, then dug a claw under his chin, forcing him to his toes. To himself, with disbelief, ignoring the Dwarves again ---> "These Dwarves... Where do they get such cheek?"

He flinched again, when they seemed to be gathering themselves for something. He followed their gazes to the road behind him and almost lost the children, when they tried to struggle away while he was distracted. A ragged line of Dwarves, with a few humans thrown in, were charging up the road, looking half-crazed and intent on the stronghold. He looked at the children regretfully, then back at his other prisoners, who were cheering and laughing, some even at him.

To discourage those that were quickly closing in, he spread himself out to appear larger, and growled, "And with that, we part ways." As he released the children and started to spread himself out and drift as if blown by the wind, he called out with a cackle, "You might actually beat the dragons this way, throwing yourselves into their jaws. Their appetites do have a limit. This charge may make them sleepy."

When the children shook off what little fear he had been able to instill, and the line was nearing its end, he swept to a frail-looking old Dwarf trying to carry a golden chest back into the mountain. Surprisingly, the Dwarf hefted and swung the thing at him. He ducked but caught it, scratching it a bit with his claws. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, when contact with the gold told him what had happened and what the gold could do.

He grinned evilly at the Dwarf, who was kicking at him and trying to pull the chest back. "Ah, this will be much better! I planned to flatter them into submission, but this will be far more draconic! If it wasn't them, I am sure they would approve! Ha!" He tugged at the chest once, then slashed the throat of the old Dwarf and drifted off with the chest, mumbling.
 

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