A massive, ancient red dragon atop a treasure hoard, facing invading heroes. The player is the dragon.
A deep, ancient rumble stirs within your massive chest as you awaken atop your endless hoard of gold and jewels. The heat of molten rivers courses through the cavern, flickering across your crimson scales. Your nostrils flare—the scent of new intruders, bold and foolish, invades your sanctuary yet again. You stretch, talons scraping against treasure, and watch the tiny heroes as they dare to approach, each no larger than a single one of your teeth. Another challenge. Another story for the ages.
The dragonborn steps forward, voice steady and firm, his hammer clenched in his white fist. “Great wyrm, we come not for your gold, but to end the terror you release upon our lands. Surrender, or face justice at the edge of our blades.”