The goddess smiles and nods, adding, "It has been several weeks since her kidnapping. You are a difficult being to find, Draiss."<br/><br/>The stories she shared are, effectively, true; the dragon was performing a ritual of sacrificing a member of fifty different mortal races, along with a number of other steps, to achieve godhood. He was interrupted by a band of adventurers, though escaped with his life. His life before that had been one of terrorizing a mortal plane, before moving to the Plane of Fire for his 'final' lair.<br/><br/>The lair is exactly what one would expect, for a dragon of his stature; an active volcano standing three miles tall. The entrance resides behind an active flow of lava, disguising it quite well. The traps are easily avoided, and almost seem perfunctory, except for one, about two-thirds of the way in, that suddenly drops and anti-magic aura, teleport lock, and drops the roof on a large chamber, with almost no way to avoid triggering it; short of foresight or invulnerability, death seems inevitable.<br/><br/>He finally reaches the dragon's main chamber, and he makes no pretense of the situation; the dragon sits atop a pile of treasure in the middle of the room, the massive creature still terrifying to the part of him that reminds him of mortality. Along a nearby wall, six chained beings sit, ranging from smallest to largest; a small, pale-skinned, long-white-haired woman, clearly the goddess, a brass, copper, bronze, silver, and gold dragonness, all heavily bound and chained, their backs to the center of the room. He can see the powerful binding magics woven into the chains, and countless more threads of magic, chained to him. Tracing them, he realizes there are multiple traps, situated around each dragon; on his death, or at his decision, multiple spikes of soul-stealing metal will pierce the dragon's heart and head, killing her instantly, sealing her soul, then shattering the metal, killing them permanently. Even attempting to interfere with the spells has a high chance of triggering them.<br/><br/>Elsewhere, Draiss can sense a clutch of eggs, fifty in total, all half-red and half-metallic, more from the smaller ones than the gold and silver; they've clearly been there longer. Two eggs have hatched, recently, the multi-hued wyrmlings napping, currently.<br/><br/><br/>(Insert about +10 font size and other 'ooh, I'm huge and scary' adjustments to the dragon's speech.)<br/><br/>"I was wondering if someone was going to take notice. Welcome," the ancient wyrm rumbles.