[ WP ] As a dragon of innumerable age you have guarded your gold horde for millennium . Many heroes have come with long speeches on how they will slay you , the great evil , none finish . However this one is odd.He throws a coin on your stash , looks you in the eyes and says `` I have a proposition for you . ''

I glanced down at the coin he had thrown. Dwarven bronze, innumerably ancient. Almost as ancient as me. I had never taken the time to learn Dwarven, though even if I had, the words would long have been lost to me. The emblem on the coin, however, I knew. The ancient emblem of Gadar-Khan, the greatest kingdom to ever have lived. 
 
 `` We've all heard great legends of your mighty hoard,'' he said. I looked back at him. Not one inch of skin stuck out from his armour, bristling with all manner of magic runes and carvings. It, too, was clearly of Dwarven design. 
 
 It could n't be. 
 
 `` I am not interested in your treasure, beast. I have travelled the length and breadth of the kingdoms, fighting all manner of monsters. I have scoured every tomb and temple in the lands, acting on every rumour, every skerrick of information to find the most powerful of magical items to render me even more unstoppable. 
 
 `` Tales of me are told from both sides of the Great Ocean. I have the ear of gods and kings. I have amassed so much wealth in my travels that I could buy out the world and still live like a king all my days. 
 
 `` So, you see, dragon, I am not interested in money. Unlike all those fools who have tried and failed before me, I am not here in hopes of treasure or the thanks of the people. I only wish for a challenge!'' 
 
 He steps forward, the reflections of light on the coins around him casting dazzling lights on his armour. 
 
 I notice a portly man at the entrance, scribbling furiously on parchment. Clearly a minstrel. This was an act. 
 
 `` I have searched so long for one purpose - to find the weapon to defeat you! The great wyrm who has bested entire armies in a single blow. You are the one thing standing in my way to eternal glory!'' 
 
 He raises his arms for effect. The man in the background scribbles faster. 
 
 `` Get on with it.'' I growl. 
 
 `` You thought the great forges of Gadar-Khan ruined,'' he continued. `` Destroyed to leave no trace of their greatest project. The armour that could not only withstand dragon-fire, but be strengthened by it. As you can see, you were mistaken.'' 
 
 He's bluffing. 
 
 `` Of all the exaggerations in your tale, human, truly this is the most egregious.'' I hiss. `` I left nothing standing of the great kingdom. I crushed it to dust with my own claws.'' 
 
 I, too, could pose for effect. 
 
 `` There was a secret entrance,'' he said, `` and at the bottom of the deepest mineshaft ever dug, below the adamantine spires, I found the one remaining set.'' 
 
 `` Prove it!'' I barked. `` Show me the maker's seal and you shall have my ear,'' I continued, hoping he would n't point out that I did n't have ears, `` else leave. I have lived long, but I will not suffer fools wasting my time.'' 
 
 He turned around and gestured to the brand on the back of the chestplate. 
 
 My thoughts filled with ancient curse words, though aeons of looking at reflective objects had made it easy to mask my expression. 
 
 `` What is your proposition, then, human?'' I snapped. 
 
 `` I am not here to kill you, but to do much worse. I am here to make you flee in terror with your tail between your legs. 
 
 `` I will let you live,'' he said, `` if you give me a battle truly worthy of legend. Give me your best! Show me that you truly are the slayer of armies! Give me a fight that will be sung of for millennia. Prove your worth, and I will spare you.'' 
 
 He took this moment to unsheathe his blade. I notice a metal plate inside the scabbard, which produces a ridiculous'shing' sound when the blade is withdrawn. The weapon itself was just as ridiculous. Two-pronged. And yet, it shone with an almost heavenly aura, the edge of the blade twisting and shuddering so quickly I could not focus on it. Vorpal. 
 
 `` You leave me no choice, then.'' I let loose a sardonic grin. 
 
 `` Why do you smile, monster? You truly think you can beat me?'' he replied. 
 
 `` You shall have you battle. But it is you who are mistaken, adventurer.'' 
 
 `` When I overturned the forges, I did not simply leave it in ruin. I took something with me.'' 
 
 `` And verily, it is not a golden hoard of which I boast.'' 
 
 I can only laugh as I cast the ancient spell to summon the bodies of the dead dwarves. Across the chamber, shuddering, wailing figures emerge from beneath the piles of gold. Themselves coated in the metal, they draw all manner of weapons. Clubs. Swords. Axes. Many wield bows, aiming them from across the halls squarely at the hapless egotist. 
 
 ``'T is a Golden Horde.'' 
 
 > horde ( hɔrd, hoʊrd ) 
 
 > n., v. hord•ed, hord•ing. n. 
 1. a large group, multitude, or number; crowd. 
 2. a tribe or troop of Asian nomads. 
 3. any nomadic group. 
 4. a moving pack or swarm of animals. 
 
 > The Golden Horde ( Mongolian: Алтан Орд, Altan Ordu, Зүчийн улс, Züchii-in Uls; Russian: Золотая Орда, tr. Zolotaya Orda; Tatar: Алтын Урда Altın Urda ) was a Mongol and later Turkicized khanate established in the 13th century and originating as the northwestern sector of the Mongol Empire. [ 3 ] With the fragmentation of the Mongol Empire after 1259 it became a functionally separate khanate 
 
 
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