SARKANY, THE EVER-GROWING HOARD
~FIRST CIRCLE DEMON, PROGENY OF THE TEMPTER OF MEN
Many are the riches of Malfeas. Trees of gold, are common here, the precious metal growing like plants. Shrubs of silver, where if you were not careful, you would cut yourself on the soft metal leaves. Demons, wonders, exotic and infernal fauna and flora, and the various substances composed from the world-bodies of the Yozis.
But, amongst the most exotic of them are the Sarkany. Their blood when exposed to air becomes precious dragon-amber. Their scales, composed of precious jewels and metals. Their breathe stinking of brimstone and vitriol. Their hide, composed out of diamond and metal, impervious to nearly any weapon. Their minds, brutal and cunning. Their claws, dextrous and lethal. Yet, heroes constantly search for the Sarkany. For slaying one brings unimaginable riches.
Each Sarkany starts out small. When young, they can fit into a man's hand, and they possess a single egg-sized jewel or talent of gold. It is weak, compared to other demons, and hides in a safe place. Perhaps an abandoned ruin, or a lonely mountain cave. Its scales dare shed, and during that, blood flows, and become coins and amber and precious stones. The bigger the dragon, the bigger the scales, and the greater the treasure. And as it grows in size and Essence, its intelligence grows. A Sarkany that has grown enough will begin to craft its hoard. Jewels are polished to a brilliant shine using the vitriol they drool from their mouth. Gold and silver are melted down under firey breathe, and under the work of surprisingly dextrous talons, they begin to work the metals. Under the infernal prowess of the demons, precious raw metal becomes intricate jewellery, whorls, chains, bangles, and other trinkets inset with the precious jewels and amber that also descended from the dragon itself. Each a Magnus Opus of a master mortal smith. The older the dragon, the more precious the trinkets and baubles in its pile.
And most precious of all, are the artifacts. Shining arms and armour. Daiklaves and spears made of Electrum, and armour made of jade-steel.
The greed of men know no bounds, and they would always try to steal the hoard of the Sarkany. Whether by stealth, force, guile, or speed. But alas, to no avail! A man, leaving his companions behind as a distraction, stole a chain inset with rubies the size of his eye. A month later, and he had been struck down with incurable leprosy, and no matter how much he spent he could not cure it, nor pay for the company of others. A thief in the night stole a gold coin, and dropped it. This drew the attention of one of his victims, and upon being caught, was sentenced to lose his hands. He now sits forlornly in the corner, looking at the gold coin which had cost him so much. The hoard of a Sarkany is cursed, and no one may profit it while it lives. Only by killing the beast, can the hero enjoy his reward.
But it is no easy task to slay a first circle demon. The breathe of a Sarkany is terrible. Its eyes and ears and nose, sharp as razor wire. Its claws, terrible and rending. And to make it worse, the hoard it lays on can be counted on to be part of its body, and so the heroes have to contend with the fact that the very treasure they seek is now also trying to kill them.
And so they die, and their corpses are devoured, along with any equipment they find. There, their lost hopes, their dreams, their bodies, and their souls, are alloyed with whatever they had on their bodies, and within the belly of the Ever-growing Hoard, something new is forged. Until with a burp and a cough, the Hoard spits out a new addition to its pile of treasure. Perhaps a shield made of Jade-steel. Perhaps a sword of Celestrium. Perhaps a sword of enchanted steel. No matter. More will always come.
Summoning: Foolish sorcerers summon the Sarkany to gain their riches. Impossible, as they cannot lift the curse from their treasures nor give it away freely. More often, they are summoned as master jewellers and goldsmiths, or to analyse the worth of a treasure. The Sarkany find other uses as sentries and guards, their talents that let them defend their hoard also letting them fight off any number of attackers or spot any thief, unleashing wave after wave of molten gold and impossibly-hard diamond.