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- From whence this dungeon, this warren most inviolate? What convoluted souls fashioned its fastness, what despairing forces designed its whole? Rumors hold that a drifting god, driven half mad by eternity, did dream forth this pit, but none know for sure. Conjecture, after all, is but one step from lies.
Regardless. This is what is known:
A week ago a cannibal halfling led its minotaurs in through the secret entrance that is itself hidden within another dungeon (that infamous thousand chambered heart where the Noble of Soul Faking did once hold his reign of terror), quickly conquering the the interstices between the main chambers, such that it is now said to be one with the shadows and cracks, a master of two dimensions that now seeks ownership of all four. Even now its creatures despoil the soapstone halls, and enrage the cameo shape inscribed above every portal, tearing up the Mithril mosaics depicting a dancing satyr.
It thinks itself the master of this warren, but unbeknownst to it the Chosen One of Circus has resided on a secret seventh level to the Northeast for the last three degenerations. Driven into hiding there after a nearly fatal entanglement with a Principle of Entropy, it has licked its wounds and passed the crumbling hours plotting its revenge, and over time come to think of the entirety of the dungeon as its demesne.
Direct conflict draws nigh. - From whence this dungeon, this labyrinth most convoluted? What sordid magics fashioned its fastness, what delving forces designed its whole? Rumors hold that a beatified saint was committed to glorifing her God in such manner that she demanded the creation of this interconnected dream, but none know for sure. Conjecture, after all, is but one step from lies.
Regardless. This is what is known:
Two moons ago a cthuloid demon led its insectoids in through the secret entrance long hidden within the home of the Raven of Hungry (that infamous medusa long dead now, though that fact is known to few), quickly conquering the first three chambers of The Abandoned City, though it is said it lost over half its men when it failed to answer the Magically Treated Copper fox's riddle. Even now its creatures despoil the slate halls, and desecrate the octagon inscribed above every portal, tearing up the Magically Treated Silver mosaics depicting a silhouette of a simurgh.
It thinks itself the master of this pit, but unbeknownst to it the Magistrate of The Other Moon has resided on a secret imaginary level to the Northwest for the last virginal raptures. Driven into hiding there after its overweening pride led it to challenge the Cyclopean Order of the Lunar Tides, it has licked its wounds and passed the crumbling hours plotting its revenge, and over time come to think of the entirety of the dungeon as its demesne.
Direct conflict draws nigh. - From whence this dungeon, this thousand chambered heart most pure? What numinous courts fashioned its fastness, what hallowed magics designed its whole? Rumors hold that a dedicated corps of militant llamamen labored furiously under the lash of the Assassin of Serenity to create this chasm, but none know for sure. Conjecture, after all, is but one step from lies.
Regardless. This is what is known:
Two moons ago a devildwarf led its leopard-people in through the secret entrance located beneath the ruined asylum, paying no heed to the legend of the snake hag said to guard its lower levels. Instead, resolute it delved deeper, quickly conquering the Tripartite Hall and its subsidiary black marble chambers, each a perfect sphere. Even now its creatures despoil the sandstone halls, and enrage the set of concentric circles inscribed above every portal, tearing up the Solarian Truesteel mosaics depicting a spread-winged wyvern.
It thinks itself the master of this collection of tunnels and chambers, but unbeknownst to it the Commander of All Diseases has resided on a secret overlapping level to the East for the last decade. Driven into hiding there following the Battle of the overlapping cotton Rest, it has licked its wounds and passed the crumbling hours plotting its revenge, and over time come to think of the entirety of the dungeon as its demesne.
Direct conflict draws nigh. - From whence this dungeon, these halls most godly? What angelic yearnings fashioned its fastness, what convoluted souls designed its whole? Rumors hold that the Magi of Drowning did desire a bastion within which to brood, and so ordained the creation of this subterranean expanse, but none know for sure. Conjecture, after all, is but one step from lies.
Regardless. This is what is known:
Seventeen days ago a hyena-like humanoid led its toad-like humanoids in through the secret entrance long hidden within the home of the Seneschal of Questing (that infamous medusa long dead now, though that fact is known to few), quickly conquering the Liaison's Principle of Nine Shadows, though five indifferent Principles defy it still. Even now its creatures despoil the white marble halls, and desecrate the octagon inscribed above every portal, tearing up the Magically Treated Silver mosaics depicting a skull encased in flame.
It thinks itself the master of this cavern, but unbeknownst to it the Palatine of All Fates has resided on a secret twilight level to the Northwest for the last seven years. Driven into hiding there after a catastrophic collapse of its belief systems, it has licked its wounds and passed the crumbling hours plotting its revenge, and over time come to think of the entirety of the dungeon as its demesne.
Direct conflict draws nigh. - From whence this dungeon, this pit most cherished? What vicious deliriums fashioned its fastness, what sacred hopes designed its whole? Rumors hold that an effusive necromancer did force his forsaken mistress to work through her unlife to carve forth these halls , but none know for sure. Conjecture, after all, is but one step from lies.
Regardless. This is what is known:
A week ago a hyena-like humanoid led its unnatural humans in through the secret entrance long hidden within the home of the Tribune of Failure (that infamous medusa long dead now, though that fact is known to few), quickly conquering the Tripartite Hall and its subsidiary limestone chambers, each a perfect sphere. Even now its creatures despoil the limestone halls, and enrage the eight-pointed star inscribed above every portal, tearing up the Mithral mosaics depicting a dancing satyr.
It thinks itself the master of this hole, but unbeknownst to it the Magus of The Red Eye has resided on a secret sixth level to the Northwest for the last blink of the a wolf's eye. Driven into hiding there following its inability to conquer the Ruby Preparer, it has licked its wounds and passed the crumbling hours plotting its revenge, and over time come to think of the entirety of the dungeon as its demesne.
Direct conflict draws nigh.