Izzagon

Izzagon is in the habit of collecting anything shiny regardless of its worth, such as tin foil and chocolate wrappers. He also has quite the assortment of yarns. So much so that one could open a small craft boutique if one were disposed. Izzagon is not.

Once, a group of knights heard of Izzagon's great hoard of treasure and came to raid his cave.

One knight picked up a piece of gold foil wrapped chocolate and went to bite it to test its mettle and realized it was nothing more than a chocolate. He spit out the paper foil and was about to decry the hoard as a sham or at least poor advertising. However, just at that moment, a fellow knight shone his torch in the direction of Izzagon's yarn hoard.

"Yarn? Yarn! We came all this way for yarn?!"

Izzagon woke at that pivotal moment and roared out a belch of pure fire. All of the knights, except an old woman knight who dove immediately for the yarn, were burnt to cinnamon and sugar toast.

The granny knight cackled to herself, lost in a daze, imagining all the future yarn projects. "Yass, hehehe! It's all mine!" she said as she stuffed as much yarn as possible in her pack.

"Weaklings!" Izzagon roared at the ashy remains of the other knights. By the time he noticed Granny Knight making off with his yarn, tails of yarn trailing after her like victory pennants, it was too late.

Granny Knight had hobbled off scott free.

Izzagon now has a dark and dreadsome enchantment puzzle guarding his cave. You know, to keep out those fiendish grannies. One can never be too careful when it comes to one's hoard.

(--co-authored by a friend and Elflocks)