I’m a count of Latin descent, a number I merely rent. This riddle is one of near quincentennial sum, so please don’t downvote in hate. Use basic Roman skills, count upward with care, Read the number in my hint to find me there. One more than ninety five, with four to the left side, Written in Latin, not West Germanic guise.

Formerly associated with the labor of the ancestors, Now I'm mostly known as a shape, where the higher part of me gets smaller. My volume is one-third my base area multiplied by how tall I am.

Where dreams are forged in stone, and dragons might have flown. Home to knights and tales of old, standing proud, majestic and bold.

Monopoly may not feature me But once I was considered high fashion. Rich Uncle Pennybags might be missing out on the fun!

I sail the seas with treasure so grand, A mighty ship from a distant land. Pirates seek me, a ship of old, With sails full of riches, and stories bold. What am I?