The Dungeon
The dungeon has always existed, settled on a small island at the base of a rocky outcropping. It is said that there are treasures beyond your wildest imaginings held inside, or that's what the survivors say. For there is great danger as well, not everyone who enters the dungeon comes back out, and there are never any bodies. It's not know what has happened to them, whether they are dead, or wishing they were.
Its a day like any other, the sun is shining and the breeze is gentle. a troop of adventurers make their way from the small dungeon town on the west side of the island. For reasons of their own they have decided to travel to this place, and attempt to conquer the dungeon. Reaching the entrance the group stops for a moment, inspecting the stone archway and the stairs leading down into the depths. A faint blueish glow comes up from the steep tunnel, illuminating ancient carvings along the walls. Carved into the archway itself is a series of shifting words and letters, changing languages based on whomever reads them. They read Be Warned, My Depths Are Not For the Faint Of Heart, But Should You Seek To Enter Them, Know That Great Reward Awaits You, And Great Danger As Well. Carved into the vary top of the arch is two forms, a naked man, and woman. The adventurers can feel the power of this place, as a buzzing against their skin, and a slight desire to throw down their clothing and rut like animals.
OOC * Dice Roller