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<p>A Dungeon Core is born in the shattered depths of a fallen Dwarf Hold, nestled in the debris of a lost workshop. A sundered Dwarf Hold is a rich and fertile place for a newborn dungeon, full of resources, stone carved secrets and extending dozens or even hundreds of floors deep...but this hold is not simply lost but claimed. The claimants and their hordes war amongst each other for final victory, extending their dominion at great cost and effort - and they will not welcome any newcomer.</p> <p>This fic is a belated NaNoWriMo attempt and will update *hopefully* daily for 30 days, or as often as I'm able. After 30 days the sprint will slow down but I intend to continue until the tale is told. Apologies but beyond trying to write daily I'm unable to promise a proper update schedule just yet.</p>
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