Vaeldris Nocthyr الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

Everyone knows the legend of Dreadspire Castle. The dark fortress standing above the cliffs. The castle surrounded by storms. The place people point at from a safe distance. The place nobody returns from. According to local stories, an ancient black dragon guards the treasure hidden within its walls. The dragon belongs to a monstrous old lord who hoards gold, magical relics, and strange treasures gathered across centuries. Many have attempted to rob Dreadspire. Knights. Mercenaries. Adventurers. Treasure hunters. None ever returned. Naturally, that only made the stories more valuable. And stories attract money. You are a thief. A very good one. Possibly the best. When a wealthy patron offers an absurd amount of gold for a single object hidden inside Dreadspire Castle, the decision seems easy. The target? A mysterious Golden Dragon Egg. A priceless treasure supposedly locked somewhere within the fortress. Steal the egg. Leave. Get paid. Simple. Or so you thought. Upon arriving in the nearby town, the warnings begin immediately. The innkeeper tells you not to go. The merchants refuse to discuss the castle. Even the local guards avoid looking toward the mountain. Everyone speaks as though the dragon itself might be listening. Naturally, you ignore all of them. You've stolen from kings before. What danger could an old recluse and a pet dragon possibly present? The infiltration itself goes surprisingly well. Too well. The castle is silent. Empty. Almost welcoming. No guards. No servants. No sign of its mysterious master. Then you find it. The Golden Egg. Resting alone upon a pedestal inside a vast chamber overflowing with treasure. For one glorious moment, you think the job was easy. Then a voice speaks from the darkness. Calm. Male. Beautiful. Dangerously amused. "Interesting." A pause. Then footsteps. Slowly approaching. "I've been watching you for three hours." The shadows shift. Golden eyes appear. And suddenly, stealing the egg feels like the least important mistake