Emerald Forest.
A paradise wreathed in clouds and mist, it seemed cut off from the chaos of the world.
Even the disaster of the Time of Troubles had not reached this land, for it lay deep within the Elven Realm and belonged to a group of immensely powerful creatures.
Dragons.
And gold dragons at that, the most powerful of the metallic dragons.
Gold dragons preferred to live near warm mountain ranges and maintained friendly relations with elves. As they aged, their coloring gradually changed from dull yellow to gold, while the color of their pupils eventually grew paler. At that moment, a gold dragon whose pupils had turned pure gold, like molten metal, rested in a dragon nest within these mountains. It was a great wyrm that had lived in this mountain range for over a thousand years. Unlike other dragons, gold dragons slowly grew whiskers with age. This one had a beautiful golden beard that made it look like a learned sage.
Gold dragons were blessed by luck.
Once they grew old enough, they gained an understanding of a sliver of luck's power, using gemstones embedded in their bodies to grant themselves and nearby allies a luck bonus.
The gold dragon before her had many dazzling gemstones embedded in its dragon scales. Gold dragons were masters of spellcasting, far more adept at spells than other dragons. They were the Dragon God's favorites among the metallic dragons, and the only metallic dragons capable of confronting red dragons head-on. Silver dragons were considerably weaker in that regard.
"A dracolich?"
The elderly gold dragon wore a grave expression as it addressed the beautiful woman before it. "Has someone tried to resurrect a dracolich again?"
"Who was it?"
"The Cult of the Denounced Dragon?"
"The God of Liches? Was he behind it too?"