A sea of gold coins surrounds you, rolling waves of treasure glimmering in the torchlight. You dip your hands into the hoard and let the metal run over your hands and wrists—cool as the rush of a shaded river. You bring a heaping handful to your face, and a regal portrait of an ancient king stares back at you, sternly, from each coin. But… the rich golden hue begins to fade, cracking and crumbling into mist, and revealing a terribly tarnished metal. A few of the coins drip between your fingers, rejoining the pile in a mocking clatter. The surfaces of the coins melt and swirl, reforming. Some still show the portrait of the king, though he now sports a wolfish sneer, his tongue sticking out between his teeth. Others show a rounded bum, mooning you with tarnish-bespeckled cheeks.
~ Envisioned by Tyler from RPGBOT.net
