The Eye of Drolgoaron

The core in a set of four amulets created to imprison a demon lord. The Eye of Drolgoaron was created via the removal of one of Drolgoaron's golden eyes and encasing it in a piece of pyramber. It is from this that the Cult of the Ram Winged God take their symbol. There are two popular theories for where the Eye is hidden.
The first, states that when Drolgoaron was sealed, it was in the deepest cavern, and only his cultists know where. To combat this, the Eye was taken to the tallest mountain by an ancient ivory dragon where it would then build its lair. Since then, generations of ivory dragons have guarded it, building more defenses and growing a more intricate lair with their frosty breath. Upon the mountain, the harshest storms constantly blow, wind sharper than a sterling dragon's scale whips life off the mountain. Snows heavier than a hill giant pile upon the mountain in an instant, trapping any foolhardy enough to attempt the climb. They say that the mountain has thundersnow as if some unholy offspring of an ivory and navy dragon screams from the heavens. Thunder so loud it will deafen a man, and lightning so frequent it is best to not bring any metal further than where the crag turns white. To say nothing of the chasms that yawn in the mountain side, so massive that not even the ivory dragons dare alight anywhere but their lair. The snow layer atop them so fragile that all it takes it is the slightest step before the unfortunate soul is sent hurtling beneath. At the highest point of this deadly mountain, a frozen cavern sits, adorned with beautiful ice statues at first glance. Littered with frozen corpses at second. Each guardian of the Eye adds to the lair, expanding it, turning it into an ever deeper maze of twists and turns. If Luck deems it, perhaps the last guardian failed to teach their wyrmling all the twists and turns, so it is merely the fool that summits the mountain wandering about those frozen halls. However, such a thing is unlikely, and Luck is a cruel mistress. Ivory dragons live a long time, and nothing but them could dare survive up there. It is said that once every 500 years, there is an exodus from the mountain, as a new group of hatchlings leave into the world, with a pair returning to take up the mantle and continue tradition. Within those icy caverns sit traps, dragons, perhaps the odd yeti or two, and the Eye of Drolgoaron. Not to speak of whatever treasures the ivory guardians have amassed over the centuries. Yes, it is said that here, where thundersnow roars and ivory dragons build a frozen labyrinth, is where the Eye of Drolgoaron is hidden, but none could dare to confirm or deny this tale.
The next, tells of old dwarven caverns deeper than any thought possible, deeper than the cavern where Drolgoaron was sealed. Where the earth is so hot the air seems to waver like ripples on a moonlit lake. Here, it is also said, that the Eye was hidden. It is said that the Eye was nestled in a clutch of Tunnelers' eggs. To even get close to the Eye's resting place, one must descend deep beneath the surface. A journey said to take a year just to reach the half-way point, assuming that the descender survives that long. There is no food in the depths, anything that most living things could eat have long since withered away. Loose rock threatens to steal even an elf's balance as they trod ever downward, one slip away from plummeting into the depths. Deeper, deeper, the ancient tunnels wind, things long since past have carved out off-shoots, it twists and turns in on itself, confusing the unwary. Some things still live here. Within the depths ancient monsters that none have laid eyes upon for more than twenty generations. Speculations run rampant of what must lay in wait on the way to the Eye. As a fool's travels begin to reach the end, breath becomes scarce, thick and cloying with the mustiness of a place that has never once felt fresh air. Pockets of poison are common here, there is a reason that the dwarves abandoned this place. Take heed, for even if Luck deems survival, the tunnelers still await. Not like the usual tunnelers you see the Guardians of the Citadel working alongside. No, these are said to be like tarnished dragons. Their hides thicker than the oldest tree, stronger than the hardest steel, eyes glimmering in the dark like hot coals, spines as sharp as the dwarven blades, and breathing poison as easily as those above breathe the sweet meadow air. It is said that these giant tunnelers are the guardians of the Eye, treating it like an egg waiting to hatch. What's more, these creatures move in packs of five to ten, and fight more fiercely than a starving wolf for a scrap of food. Despite the size of the beasts compared to the narrow tunnels, it is only those foolish enough to face them that are at the disadvantage. Generations of the beasts have come in and out of the caves, they move swifter than a snake through the grass and strike just as quick. Some say that the skeletons of past adventurers and cultists litter the tunnels. Yes, it is said that here, so far beneath the surface the air turns to poison and beasts the size of dragons roam, is where the Eye of Drolgoaron is hidden, but none could dare to confirm or deny this tale. Yes in both, none dare to confirm or deny, because who would risk their life on a whim, but those who wish to die.