[ WP ] You are a dragon guarding a cavern filled with treasure . You pride yourself on defending your hoard from the greatest warriors in the world . It makes you all the more annoyed then when the knights that have been coming to slay you seem to be getting more and more inept .

Bob Knight of Elder wood lay gasping for air at my feet. His chest torn open from a single accidental swipe of my wing. A most disappointing sight, I was only trying to sneak out of my cave so as not to disturb him and his sorry bunch of adventurers, if you could call them adventurers. Bob is accompanied by a rather crapy group of friends. A half elf who is maybe at most 14 years old, I doubt she even knows the difference between her bow and her arrows. The dwarf of the group is probably 600 years old and so slow he is still charging me 15 minutes after the `` battle'' started. The last I saw of the Druid running around here he was hiding behind the nearest pile of gold with a pungent aroma of feces rising from that area. Adventurers used be a fun challenge, I remember the good ole days when teams of 6 highly skilled and accomplished warriors used to come and do battle with me. They would plan for months and try everything to defeat me and steal my hoard. I would not even know they were coming most of the time until they were upon me. Men, elves, giants, and all manner of two legged creatures would unite to try and defeat me. They used to sing my name as they died, calling out curses upon me as I swallowed them. They would use ancient dragon magic against me, as they melted from my flames. It would take me months to recover sometimes after those battles. Now I am stuck with these buffoons. I get closer to Bob and whisper an ancient dragon magic I learned form a very pretty green dragon queen ages ago. His wound began to heal, I say to him, `` Bob comeback when you have some real training and adventurers with you.'' Feeling pity on them I sit down and say `` you know what, I'll make you all a deal. I shall teach you how to fight, wield magic and how to defeat any foe. In return you must each teach it to someone else then send them to fight me. If they win you may have my hoard. If they lose I kill you all by pulling you limbs off one by one then healing you and doing it again and again till you lose the will to live and die by your own will.'' Perhaps in a few years I will have a challenge again, if not I will just go on a rampage destroying every city until they send a worthy opponent.
