On the foothills of the Thunderblack mountains, the winds roared as a seasonal storm was setting in. Among the madly swaying trees and sheets of cold rain, a derelict castle stood at the peak of a hill. It was quite visibly old, but the exterior was somewhat maintained, as it didn't have the crumbling walls and steeples of a completely abandoned castle of its age. Inside, however, was a completely different story. Innumerable treasures lined the halls, priceless works of metalcraft and art adorning every room. At the heart of the castle, where the owner's throne room would be, was an impossibly massive hoard of gold coins, gems, and other valuables, strewn about in massive piles among the pillars that held the room up.
At the very center of the room was a giant basin, formed in a perfect circle that was no more than 20 feet across. It was filled with a bubbling green liquid, which released strong vapors, and had a single occupant. A woman appeared at one end of the pool, her head and shoulders emerging from the acid as her ruby eyes looked about the room. Her arms came up and she rested against the lip of the basin, acidic vapors slowly rising off of her body. Stygia sighed with pleasure, reveling in the acid bath.
She went back under, and after a few brief moments, instead of a woman appearing, a dragoness' head emerged instead. Stygia snaked her elegantly slender neck out of the basin and rested her head on the lip. She had delicate and attractive features, even in her draconic form. She closed her eyes, and dozed off, taking a little catnap as her massive body took up most of the space in the acid pool.
