I have lived here for a thousand years. This mountain was my home, this land was my own. Only the foolhardy and stupid approached it. I flew these skies, master of the rocks I touched. For hundreds of year have I raised my clutches in these caves, guarding and protecting my children. I have watched proudly as they grew, and looked on in sadness as they fell to man's metal.
I have lived for a thousand years, in peace. I take what I must to survive, and for my children to survive. Is that so different from you? I know many things, have seen eras rise and fall. You are a blink of light, easily burned. Only magic and metal protect you, but that is enough and I respect you for making up for your weakness.
So why do you come to me with your gleaming, sharp weapons? I try to scare your men away from my nest, but still you continue. You cut down my young and destroy my eggs. I attack in fury, scattering your men and burning their soft flesh. I later fall into despair, wrapped around my shattered children.
Do you wish to have the gleaming disks I have collected? They are yours. But no, you take those and are still here. Do you wish to have the other metal spikes I took from other warriors in the past? Take them! You do, and you still do not leave my mountain. Your men hunt for me, but are too stupid to check the places they have already been. I wait for you to leave, so I may begin again.
You come to survey the destruction of my clutch, and I was foolishly away when you did so. You had come to collect the last of my eggs; the only ones untouched. I tried, so desperately, to protect them from you.
Only magic and metal protect you, but it is enough.
I lay now, watching as your men come and take away the last of my children. You stand before me, triumphant from our battle. My blood coats your blade, and you lick it from the metal like a disgusting dog, still caught in the Reaver's craze.
My end is slow and my last image is of you, idly commenting on what to do with my corpse as you look over my unhatched children with disinterest.
The Darkness carried me away from my home, from my children, and from you.