Lord Balthoros used to be a King. He ruled his Kingdom with an Iron fist and kept his people in line. His knights were some of the best in the land, and won many wars. For 12 years his Kingdom prospered.  That is until a plague fell upon his Kingdom, killing all that touched. Only the King was immune, only he remained until the plague caused his mind to fall into madness. Obtaining an amulet holding dark powers he raised his citizens as monsters and traveled the land collecting a new army. Searching for a new Kingdom his actions led him to collecting, and creating monsterous woman to aid in his grand plans.<br/><br/>He no longer desired a continent to control, he wanted the world. Yet in order to do that he would need  bigger army. Using his minions and his magic, the mad King crafted  dungeon. Using it as a trap to lure unsuspecting adventurers in, they were added to his ranks. It has been three years and the Dungeon Lord has slowly been collecting power. Like always another small group enters his lair, and while the party endures the fate of so many, one slips from his hands. A red haired swordsman was knocked off of a pillar in a final attempts to protect the group. Yet the swordsman is of little concern, a pebble among boulders. It would be time again, one last trip to the surface to gather more followers into his dungeon.  Yet even a small pebble can move mountains if left unchecked...