This place was a living nightmare. Filled with traps and distractions, all to kill those unfortunate enough to get stuck inside. The very shadows had teath and killed for fun, laughing all the while they did so. This place should go back to the hells it crawled out of. It was evil with poison and acid, the home to a terrible necromancer with no mercy or remorse. The kind of place that would make you a legend for surviving its depths. The kind that would haunt you for the rest of your life and even beyond the mortal coil. It was hell on earth and it was hungry to devour the souls of all that had fallen pray to its black temptations.

That was what was going through the minds of those that had made it to the third floor. Those that had been left behind during the retreat. The forgoten who would never see the light of day again. This place was just to dangerious to the unprepared, too filled with traps. It was a place of death were fools went to die. That was what the woman now believed. She had first come here for the foutune and glory promised to her. Lead by the smell of gold and enticed by honeyed words of a rat basterd of a man. This was where they were all going to meet their deaths and they knew it.

Their only chance was to find the way forward or they would die here the same as all the rest and they were already tired and dehydrated. What was worse was the fact that this floor was draining them like a bucket. It was taking from them constantly and there was a laughing phantom flooting through walls when ever they got close to it. It would just go somewhere else and wait for them once more.

They did not even have anything that could hurt the damn thing. No silver blades or magic spells for the job. No conjured swords or bows or anything like that. They could do nothing to the things and had no chance of getting out of here. She was only chasing the thing at this point so that she did not lose hope. So that her people, the people counting on her to show them through the place and get them out did not lose hope. Who knew, the rat basterd that got them into this mess may show a little backbone and come get them. He could bring the items needed to allow them to escape.

Or he could rot in hell, she was really good with either option and if she were being honest with herself the second was far more likely then the first. They were simply worth less to him the the cost of getting the silver blades to kill the thing. Worth less then the attempt.

Inside a deeper floor the group was watching and waiting for what would happen next. They had spent the last sixteen hours here watching the oncoming waves. It wasn't till nine hours ago that the order for retreat had been given. It wasn't till nine hours ago that their leader had decided he had enough information to make this trip worth it. When he had given the order those on the second floor had rushed to the end and taken what they could carry out with them. By that point everyone knew where it was because of those poor fools who had made it past the second floor.

Well at least those that could still get up and walk in a straight line went deeper in. Those that couldn't and had no one around to help them just laughed as dear friends walked into their deaths right in front of them. This was a bad floor and many had fallen here. More then half of the group. Those that had not decided to cut their losses had headed down one floor deeper.

Those that had were teleported to the entrance of the dungeon that would one day become known as the Madness of the Unhinged. A terrible place to visit filled with so much treasure that entire armies would try and conquer it. A place filled with so much mind altering magic and effects as well as general mana that it could confuse even the best explorers. A place so tainted by the magic that any who fell entirely to the dungeon and managed to make it out alive would swear to the gods themselves that you could still hear the cries from the souls of those that had first ventured here seeking fortune and glory. That those very souls had left such a strong impression on the dungeon that to fall that low was to be consumed by greed and kill your closest compainions while being traped behind your eyes.

This failed raid was the start of a legend that would far out live the ones that made it. Of a place where nothing can be trusted and not even your close personal friends may be the same person they were five minutes ago. They might not be a person at all and only just some monster pretending to be a person. Mimicing speach to draw in their pray and end them when no one was looking. The thing out of nightmares that you had as children come to life.

Many would come here over the years and use the dungeon as a hiding spot. Covens of witches would work some of their darkest spells here. The one thing that they would all have in common was that they would add onto the place in some ways. They would each add their own madness to the dungeon and make it deeper and more dangerious. Adding a little something to each and every floor that they came across. Each and every floor that they had conqured to the point that they could walk through them and still have the supplies to make it through the next. Legends each and every last one.

Eventually it would be a monster in its own right, one that would be claimed by the Dragonlord and used as a challenge for those that would test his might. It would become as a part of the region as the city was and there would be none who could claim to have seen its deepest depths for ten thousand years. Not till a guild dedicated ten generations to it and managed to make it so far down. Only then would they find a plaque with a statue of the group over it. One put there by the origional owners so long ago.

It would say this. 'We decided to make this not because we were great and evil or pure and righteous, but because we wanted to leave our mark on history. Some of us may still be around in one form or another and if you can find us we will tell you the story. It is both a long one and a good one, filled with adventure, heartbreak, and woe. Look apon us and see what we were, just ordaniry men and woman with a vision of what we wanted to do and where we were headed. Those who stuck together through thick and thin and never lost hope! Friends each and every last one, till our last days walking this world. May you be blessed with compainons as worthy as we were.'