A Skeleton's Treasure Hoard
Many people have an idea of what a treasure hoard should be. For most, they imagine piles of gold. Many coins glimmering in stacks and piles, with maybe the odd statue or sculpture here or there. Others will be more elaborate, adding suits of armor and weapons from past treasure hunters that failed due to their guardians, or there might be the odd gemstone or two. Such paltry ideas would be an insult to a true dragon if they heard their hoard described as such a shallow, disorganized mess. But that would pale in comparison
to the anger of a skeleton god with a dragon's instincts would feel when hearing such things.
Down the twisting paths and winding corridors, is not what one would call a mere hoard. No, this is not some hole in the ground with a mess of a pile of gold coins and other bits and bobs. No, for one could not be faulted for thinking they walked into some strange world made of pure gold at first glance. Take but a look up, and one will find not a blue sky, but endless white void, making it an easy task to tell that is just the beginning of just how strange this place can be. The truth, however, is one that will leave those few who learn of it to both be amazed and intimidated, for this is an entire Realm, world, universe, an empty AU to be precise. A Sans by the name of Ace had something similar, which is what gave Sol the idea, it just needed altering to be the ultimate unlimited hammer space. A realm that is but a vault in which to hold all that a Void Traveler finds and has gathered during his long and storied life though the multiverse.
The very landscape is made of pure gold coins and bars, sometimes even looking as if the gold was poured and shaped into rolling hills and sloping valleys like clay. With paths cutting all over and around the place, making up tens to hundreds of thousands of kilometers worth of hiking paths. If someone were to try walking them all, it'd take them months to see but a fraction of the full extent of the hoard of treasure, and that's without taking any breaks. But, if one were to look closer, they might find that the entire place has in fact been set up as one huge gallery spanning as far as the eye can see.
A city sized exhibit, museum, collection, that has billions of pieces. With pure gold forming the ground, foundations, and stands, you can find nearly anything on display. If it can be called treasure, it will be here.
Gold? The very ground is made of millions of tons of the stuff.
Gems and precious stones? One must only look in any direction to find entire fields, piles, and mosaics of ruby, emerald, sapphire, diamond, opal, topaz, garnet, and countless more.
Looking for weapons? Depends, if blades are to your liking, there are enough to arm an army. Short, long, wide, thin, light, heavy, all are here. Want a blade from the middle east? Or perhaps a Japanese katana is more to one's taste? If not, then what about the fine blades of power crafted by the master blade smiths of Sanghelios? Or maybe you would like a weapon with some range? Bows, crossbows, muskets, rifles, guns, RPGs, laser guns, plasma guns, fatmans and rayguns, Sol has it all.
Need Armor? All kinds can be found, light, heavy, mail, plated, cloth, leather, Kevlar, medieval, futuristic, it's all here.
Art? Name it and you will find it here, even the Mona Lisas can be found here. Yes Mona Lisas, as in plural, more than one. Perks of nicking/saving them from different universes.
You want vehicles? Cars, trucks, tractors, bikes, AFVs, tanks, APCs, planes, helicopters, ships, warships, rockets, spaceships, mechs and more are buried in the piles or on display here.
All is mixed and scattered across the hoard. every coin, gem, artwork, tank, and gun rests in their rightful place. one might think that it is a disorganized mess, but as one looks longer, they start to see how it all blends together into one huge, beautiful puzzle of the rare, expansive, exotic, unique, and old. Then there's the magic stuff.
Sol Reapa has gathered many things of magic. Wands, staffs, crystals, reagents, spell books, eggs, seeds, the list goes on. Magic comes in many forms, leading to exciting things to poke and prod, and if lucky, not explode in one's face. In fact, it is what a glitch of a skeleton is dropping off right now.
"Right then that's all the bloody dang ghast tears put in their jars. Like really, why are they worse than Alien's blood when it comes to melting things?" said the owner and creator of this realm spanning treasure hoard, grunting as his phalanges release the last two-foot-tall jar as it is set down, its contents giving off a white shimmer of light. Jumping down about twenty feet to the bottom of the large stone shelf that he was standing on and held his vast stores of potion ingredients.
"Ok, just got the ghast tears put away. Already did the reams blood. Frost salts are in a cold unit to stay fresh." Sol was muttering as he read down the list of things he had to sort from the drop zone into their correct places, as he had a habit of just grabbing anything of use or value, and just dropping it into a portal leading to his hoard, now this is not the problem. Sol will then forget what he grabbed, which means he must sort out the pile of stuff in the drop zone, this is also not a problem. No, the problem is much bigger than that.
Turning around the corner leading to the drop zone for his hoard after a long walk and happy to see that all on the list is done, Sol happily exclaims "oh thank void that's done, maybe now the drop zone will be somewhat clear of random loot. Hell, maybe I can even see the other sid…" he trails off when he enters his drop off point. The reason is clear, for the problem was indeed a large one, one that Sol mayhap, just a little bit, let get out of hand. For you see "damnit! Why the hell do I leave this alone for decades at a time!" Sol shouts out as he falls to his knees in despair at the towers of unsorted stuff. for Sol tends to not sort out the loot he gathers and drops into the hoard for sometimes hundreds of years at a time, leaving quite the mess to build up in the drop off point.
"arghhh…" he growls before releasing a sigh. "I need a break from sorting my treasure here. Hmm… wonder if there are any zombie worlds nearby, they have plenty of things I can attack and kill without anyone caring. Plus, all the unowned treasure just laying around" the skeleton god of destruction mumbles to himself, before letting out a pout, whining "but killing Zs is so boring. And it's not like I need more stuff in my drop zone, let alone more gold. Hm…" he thinks on what to do.
"Ah ha! I'll just go looking for some Lovecraftian God to fight, they can last for weeks of fighting, which makes them great stress relief" he says to himself as he portals away to go look for an unfortunate eldritch god to play with, promising to himself that he will clean up the drop zone, just… not now. And so, the Towering Mess, as named and landmarked by Sol's few friends will stay as is for now, at least till Sol decides to clean it up, in like, maybe thirty years.
"Oh Cthulhu, where are you?" and with a happy giggle, the grey glitchy skeleton set out to find and play with an eldritch god. Yes, one heard right. Sol will play with it till he grows bored of it, because when something forces Sol Reapa, God of many things, and oldest living being in the multiverse to fight, entire multiversal neighborhoods get wiped out of existence.
As for the hoard, well, the drop zone will at least be getting a new dead body of an eldritch horror soon. So, remember, never try to steal from a dragon's hoard, especially if that hoard belongs to a skeleton god with the instincts of a true dragon that can destroy worlds, and eat your soul. Kicking back and eating a bar of Fell chocolate would be much more productive use of one's time. And who knows, maybe a glitching grey boned skeleton will join you, anything is possible in the infinite multiverse afterall.