Venomfang

In the verdant heart of Thundertree, where the dense foliage embraced secrets and the air was thick with the scent of pine, Venomfang, a young green dragon, found solace in a lair that would become a temporary haven in the tumultuous journey of his existence.
Born with the innate cunning typical of his kind, Venomfang's early years were marked by an insatiable hunger for wealth and power. The dragon reveled in the thrill of amassing a hoard that glittered with coins, jewels, and the occasional enchanted treasure. Among his prized possessions was an axe known as Hew, its edges gleaming with magical potency that spoke of bygone battles and conquests.
Venomfang's avarice led him on a quest for a new lair, a place to call his own and bask in the glory of his wealth. High above the landscape, he spotted an abandoned tower, a relic of forgotten times. Unwilling to let such a promising abode slip through his claws, Venomfang descended upon the tower with primal fury, tearing through its roof and slaying any lingering creatures within.
The giant spiders that infested the tower met their end at the venomous breath of the green dragon. With the last arachnid twitching on the cold stone floor, Venomfang claimed the tower as his own, a sanctuary where he could savor the spoils of his conquests and sate his draconic desires.
In the shadows of Thundertree, Venomfang lay low, enjoying the fruits of his dominance. The dense woods shielded him from prying eyes, and the abandoned tower became a haven where the dragon reveled in his hoard, his emerald eyes glinting with avaricious delight. Little did he know that the tranquility of his newfound lair would soon be disrupted.
Adventurers, drawn by tales of the dragon's hoard and the allure of challenging a creature of legend, ventured into Thundertree. The quietude was shattered by the clinking of armor and the hushed whispers of those who sought to claim Venomfang's riches as their own.
The green dragon, ever watchful and wary of his treasure, prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Venomfang, choosing survival over needless conflict, decided to bide his time and assess the strength of the intruders. His cunning intellect weighed the risks, and he readied himself to flee should the battle turn against him.
The adventurers, undeterred by the tales of Venomfang's venomous breath and cunning tactics, pressed forward into the heart of Thundertree. The clash was imminent, and Venomfang, with scales glistening under the dappled sunlight, coiled his sinewy body, prepared to unleash his deadly arsenal when the moment demanded.
However, fate took an unexpected turn. As the adventurers closed in, another formidable presence emerged on the scene — Vazak the Cruel, a hobgoblin warlord with ambitions that resonated with Venomfang's own desires for dominance and power. Recognizing a potential ally in the green dragon, Vazak extended an offer of alliance, and Venomfang, ever pragmatic, saw an opportunity in the face of uncertainty.
The alliance, though born out of necessity, offered both parties a chance to turn the tide in their favor. Venomfang, with his keen understanding of survival, recognized that cooperation with the hobgoblin warlord could lead to mutual benefit. The dragon, with a sly gleam in his eyes, agreed to an alliance that promised temporary camaraderie and the chance to secure his hoard against the encroaching adventurers.
The Thundertree became a stage for an unlikely partnership as Venomfang and Vazak forged an alliance that would reverberate through the shadows of Thundertree and beyond. The green dragon, perched atop his tower, watched the unfolding events with a calculating gaze, ready to seize the opportunity that fate had presented him, whether it be in the form of newfound allies or the riches that lay scattered in the wake of ambitious adventurers.