this is a very old thread...
anyway assuming like 500,000gp
25,000,000 pet cats.
A bunch of People who've been turned to gold. one clasping a map that leads to an artefact called The Hand of Minos
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This dragon has been exploring strange places beneath the earth, which have never known the gaze of men.
Unusual things he's brought back include;
A staff of some resinous material, hard like insect chitin, topped with a crystal tube that contains water, and a dozen brine-like shrimp that glow in different colors according to some pattern not immediately obvious. (It will later be determined that they light up in the presence of magical auras within 10 ft. of the staff, feeding off of the ambient magical radiations, and that someone experienced with them can use them to identify magical auras as if they'd cast detect magic, as different colors and intensities of light relate to the 'flavor' of magic they are tasting in the air.)
This egg like sac is large enough to hold a human infant, and is wet and yielding to the touch. It is contained on a stalagmite like pillar of organic material, and above it a stalagtite continuation of that pillar continues to the ceiling. The 'egg' doesn't appear to do anything other than generate warmth and a soft ruddy light (and humidity...), and a dozen of these 'eggs' are spaced evenly around an internal garden, whose red and violet hued plants thrive in the environment these odd pods produce.
Hexagonal structures of silvery metallic crystal float in the middle of this chamber, drifting to avoid one another endlessly, as each seeks the exact center of the room, and disturbs the others, only to be disturbed in kind. They have an unusual property that causes them to float to the center of any structure, equidistant between floor and ceiling, and facing walls. They are unnaturally light, for their size (about the size of a basketball, and shaped like an elliptically truncated hexagonal cylinder), and generate only about 5 lbs. of force, but if released outside of a structure, will continue to rise slowly into the sky, perhaps to seek out a point equidistant between the world and it's sun...
This chamber has a strange round metal door, attached to a circular metal frame built into the stone walls. Sections of the stone interior walls glow as if lit from within by serpentine forms that move into view beneath the surface of the stone in reaction to it being gently touched, but 'start' and flee deeper into the stone if it is struck sharply. These creatures are incorporeal, and come forth only in response to gentle contact, to feed upon living creatures by drawing heat and vital essence from them. (1 Con pt. of damage per round spent 'feeding' these creatures.) Fortunately, they are easily startled, and can be driven away by just rapping on the stone. They might return if you sleep in this chamber... Once a month, the dragon ties a living creature of some sort down in this chamber, and allows the tiny creatures to drain it of heat and vitality, leaving a cold frozen corpse behind. These creatures cannot leave this chamber, as they cannot pass through more than 5 ft. of stone (always occupying the outmost surfaces) or any amount of metal, such as the dragon has placed at the only entrance to a depth of 10 ft.
Every time I see this topic bump back to the top the only thing that immediately comes to mind is something along the lines of, "Aww yeah, I'll fill that horde up for you baby, if you get what I mean." Dragons need love too after all.
That aside, like 5,000 gold worth of copper pieces. Be the most broke dragon in the world. Buy all your magical items on layaway.
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The dragon collected quirky items of magic, not so much cursed, as of dubious utility, such as a goblin 'cloak' of seaweed and detritus encrusted netting that allows it's wearer to disguise themselves as a pile of flotsam, and even to (slowly) swim while so disguised as a harmless clump of garbage.
His prize possession is a sword.
Many have heard of the legendary sword Helbane, borne by a Paladin into Hell itself, and said to still be cleaving devils to this day.
This sword is not that one.
Few know that the original crafting ran into a snag, when the runic language used turned out to have very similar characters for the letters L and N, and the first product from the smithy was the not-so-legendary sword Henbane, a +1 bane (chickens) greatsword, that, perhaps due to a quirk in it's manufacture, has half of it's bane effect (+1 to hit, +1d6 damage) to chicken-like creatures, such as cockatrices, or that one unfortunate rooster-headed rakshasa who was unlucky enough to die upon it's blade.
The sword is displayed deeply stuck into the breast of a petrified cockatrice of unusual size, it's traditional enemy.