The word Dungeon evokes thoughts of mobs, traps, adventure and most importantly Loot. Even the most conservative individual can be tempted to enter a Dungeon with the promise of grand riches for minimal effort against a mindless hole in the ground. The Church of All Gods evaluates Dungeons to ensure they are not 'corrupted' with Celestial or Infernal essence that would allow the Dungeon to summon Angels or Demons. The Adventurers Guild has the mandate to 'develop' a Dungeon limiting the Dungeons growth and ensuring a steady supply of resources for the Nation where the Dungeon was discovered. The Dungeon Fae; pixies, sprites and wisps, bond with the Dungeon to teach and train the Dungeon to follow the strictures of the Dungeon Accords moderating the Dungeons God-like power within the Dungeon itself. The threat of destruction allows these organizations to 'domesticate' most Dungeons to behave within the expectations of enlightened society, however the reality is that Dungeons are Apex Predators that feed on the essence released by the death of sentient creatures.

The newly discovered Dungeon on the edge of the Great Swamp has no knowledge of the Church, the Guild or the Council of Fae. This Dungeon only knows the one fundamental Law of the Swamp, 'In Muddy Waters, all are Prey.'

**WARNING**

This is a story about a massively overpowered Dungeon which has the emotional compass of an alligator. The Dungeon does not have the morals or restraints imposed by society and if it had the capacity to even understand those concepts would view them as nothing more than a weakness to be exploited. Dungeon Pixies, Sprites and Wisps are NOT Disney animated family friendly little helpers. The Dungeon Fae bond with the Apex Predator in existance having ZERO remorse or regret over ANY death in a Dungeon and even other Fae are fair game for a barbeque.