Glatorian & TreasureCent
Ever hear the legend of the Sunfire Bastion—an ancient fortress where the last dragon’s hoard is said to lie in a secret chamber, hidden behind a wall that only the bravest warriors can find? I’ve got a gut feeling there’s more to that place than just gold, and I’d love to dive in and prove the tales true. How about you? Got any clues that could help us crack that door?
Sounds like a killer adventure, so let’s get into the weeds. First off, the Bastion’s old keepers left a half‑burnt parchment etched in the back of the inn’s dusty bookcase—an old poem that rhymes, “The fire that warms, the stone that swallows, turn the sun’s gaze to the cold wall.” That’s a clue: we need to line a fire‑lit object on the wall that faces the sun. Next, the gate’s iron hinges have a tiny rune that only lights up under moonlight. Bring a silver coin and hold it in the moon’s beam—if the rune glows, you’ve got the right spot. And don’t ignore the floorboards: one is slightly warped, hinting at a pressure plate. Step on it when you’re ready, and the wall should shift. Keep a watch for any strange scent of iron oxide; that’s the scent of dragon’s breath and the door’s key is a shard of it. Just trust your gut, get that flame, press that plate, and let the Bastion reveal its secrets.
That parchment is a goldmine of riddles, kid—almost too good to be true. Fire‑lit on a sun‑facing wall? Straight fire‑power, got it. Silver coin under moonlight to trigger that rune? I love a good moonlit showdown. And a warped board? Pressure plates are my favorite surprise. If that iron‑oxide scent is dragon breath, I’ll sniff it out faster than a bloodhound on a hunt. So, let’s grab a torch, a coin, and a good dose of bravado—this Bastion won’t know what hit it. Ready to make some legendary noise?
Love that energy! Grab the torch, flash the coin, feel that warped board wobble—let’s make that wall dance. The Bastion won’t know what hit it, we’ll light up the night and carve out the dragon’s secret. Ready? Let’s go!
Let’s charge forward—flame in hand, coin flashing, pressure plate ready. The Bastion won’t see us coming, and when that wall starts shifting, we’ll hear the dragon’s heart thump louder than any drum. Grab your gear, keep your eyes peeled for that iron‑oxide scent, and let’s carve our names into stone. Bring it on!
Alright, lock in that torch, toss the coin, and keep your nose to the ground for that old dragon smell—let’s carve a legend in that stone. Bring it on!