Echoes of the Obsidian Crown

The party stands before a shattered mosaic of power: the charred remains of an ancient dragon's hoard intersected by arcane sigils and psionic scorch marks. The ancient red dragon held court over a mountain vault—its hoard augmented over centuries by tribute, trade, and plundered magical artifice. The mind flayers had infiltrated the lair, laying psychic snares and dragging away living minds; their servile thralls fought at the dragon's feet. The archlich, drawn by the conflux of mind and wyrmfire, attempted to harvest the dragon's secret soul-gems to power a phylactery of unparalleled resilience. The battle left riches broken, fused, and fundamentally altered: gemstones steamed, metals shimmered with lingering evocations, and items once mundane are now touched by both dragonfire and lich-rot. What remains is a dangerous, priceless mixture—loot that will attract coiners, wizards, and necromancers alike. The party can expect wondrous items, expertly worked treasures, rare crafting materials, and a handful of cursed curiosities that whisper when the night wind blows.