Emro was a white dragon searching for a place to make their lair. While searching the mountain peaks of the Khargast Mountains, they heard the call of treasure, and found their way into a salt mine, and a dwarven stronghold below. Once in the stronghold, they found no treasure, and also no ability to leave. Every time he would try, they would get confused and turned around, and be called back to the throne room for the non existent treasure. After weeks of solitude, and hunger, a wizard came to visit them.
Despite Emro’s rage, they could not manage to attack the wizard, so they sat waiting.
The wizard introduced themselves. “Greetings Draco Glacies, I am Zanzer Tem. I apologize for the deception, but I have need of you. Well not you per se, but parts of you. You see, I have research to do regarding your kind. I can’t attack you without the charm subduing you breaking, so your choices are this. You can either swear upon your dragon soul not to attack me, and I can end you mercilessly, or you can wait here, trapped, until you change your mind. I know you won’t agree today, but you will eventually. They all have. I have nothing but time, so I will return for your answer, eventually.” With that he turned on his heel, magically shutting the throne room doors behind him.
Emro bellowed and raged, but was powerless to actually fight against the wizard. The bindings holding them to this place were too strong. After a week the wizard returned, offered the deal, mocked their plight, then left. He returned the following week, and the week after that. Sometimes he would look a little different, and Emro could tell it was an illusion, but it was constant, repetitive, and worst of all, the constant intrusions meant Emro could not hibernate. They could not eat, they could not sleep, they had no treasure, and they were slowly going mad. The deal to end it was looking more and more ideal.
Then the unexpected happened. A group of adventurers stumbled into the dungeon. At first Emro thought it was the weekly visit from the wizard or his illusions, so when a Tiefling, Shardmind, Elf, Goblin, and Eladrin burst through the throne room door, surprise was the first thing they felt, followed by hunger. The group raised weapons, and Emro prepared to fight, but… there was hesitation. The group instead greeted Emro, talking to them not as a threat, but as a being in need. The came to a tentative understanding. The party agreed to free Emro, no strings attached. They journeyed past Emro, to rooms the dragon could not reach. And suddenly, they were free. The group of adventurers came back through, escorted Emro to the gates leaving Stonefast, and outside. Emro thanked them, and left abruptly in search of food, and somewhere to start a lair, far from this cursed place.