Deep within the Muspelheim volcano, Tuckerthranx eyes his horde fountain lustfully. He loved the way the gold caught the light of a flame. He dips a single claw into the pool, dragging it through the liquid.
From his sanctum, you could hear the symphony of noises originating from his workforce. Things were progressing nicely. Faster production meant higher profits and higher profits meant more gold. Tucker’s concentration was broken suddenly when his hearth came to life and a voice called out to him.
“Tuckerthranx, my disciple.” The voice boomed through the flames.
“Yessssss sssire?” he replied with a humble hiss.
“How are your assignments progressing?” the voice inquired.
“Very well sssire, very well indeed. We are right on ssschedule.” Tuckerthranx replied confidently. “We’ve begun shipments to three townsss on the coassst. The foolsss are going mad over it. They’ve been piling into the tavernsss in drovesss.”
“You’ve done well. In the end, you will be rewarded greatly for your leadership and loyalty.” the voice said.
Tucker was ecstatic. These were powerful Gods and when they called on you, you had two choices; ride alongside them to glory and riches or be struck down mercilessly for disobeying. He had chosen to do the former.
“Thank you sssire. It isss my absssolute pleasure to ssserve you and the othersss.” Tucker replied. “Sssire, if I might asssk, could I meet-“
“SILENCE, lizard” the voice boomed abruptly as the fire flared up, lashing out with tendril-like flames. “Don’t foul the progress you’ve made with being greedy like some common dragon.”
“Yesss, sssire. Of courssse sssire.” Tucker replied shamefully. But before he could finish, the fire went out and the voice was gone.
Tucker sighed, smoke wisps pouring out of his nostrils, and traced the letters he knew all too well into the coals. Frustrated, he stomped over to the balcony that overlooked dozens of Kobolds working away.
“Fassster, you ussselesssss heapsss of ssshit!” Tuckerthranx yeller at his workforce. He mustn’t disappoint his new boss.