North Western Rocky Cave

The cave and all its pathways are littered with scales, bones, and corpses of animals and stray mortals foolish enough to go spelunking curiously. A fate awaiting the foolish and wise alike. For a thousand years the cave had been home to an ancient lizard, a dragon both fearful and majestic. A creature of such immense power that the wilderness around its cave was mostly barren of animal life, instinct kept the Gendoshima wildlife well clear of the old dragon's home. But dragons themselves were more myth than fact to the populace of Gendoshima, as the thick mist of the island had obscured it from all but the most delectable of morsels that found themselves too near its domicile.

For a thousand years the favored resting place of the dragon was beneath the malformed arms of the unfortunate skeleton deep within its abode. Whether it slept, feed, groomed, or scratched itself in inappropriate ways the skeleton was always the single most beloved treasure of its horde, well polished from the rubbing and buffing that had taken place over the years, as the dragon molested the long dead corpse on a regular basis unintentionally while simply moving about its nesting room and treasure horde.