<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">-Introduction-</span></strong><br/><br/><em>"The ominous clouds shield the moon from direct view as you approach the entrance of the fabled dungeon. Supposedly no treasure hunter, do-gooder, scavenger, warlock or villain has survived the horrors of this place... or at least they haven't returned from it. However every time it has claimed another victim its legend grew.<br/><br/>No one knows what lies at the bottom of this dungeon other then the murals that line the walls of its opening. As you approach the opening your torchlight illuminates the murals showing the fabled prize at the end. 'Those with valor, intellect and might to conquer the dungeon would be given their hearts desire. Those who fail would find a fate far worse then death itself.' The only way is onward, there is no turning back and all the choices are yours to make... so choose wisely."<br/><br/>"Good luck"</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><strong>-Entrance of the Labyrinth-</strong></span><br/><br/><em>The entrance seemed quite weird in the sense that he faint sound of rushing water could be heard within the reinforced cavern walls. Torches lined the walls to better illuminate the surroundings and the famed murals line the walls at eye to chest level. It could be quite inviting if it wasn't for a rather forbidding warning that hung to deter children and the foolhardy from entering. <br/><br/>A pair of shackled manacles showing a thorn oak statue of a very frightened and nude thief. Disturbingly life like right down to the eyes, torn cloth and armor and the tears that streak over his cheeks. Wounds and gashes were markings that it was not a swift end. Around the neck held together by a chain and wooden plank red several lines of text in several languages. It reads: "The Scavenger, Jareth fell before the cruel masters of the second level. His body was delivered and to be placed as a reminder of what fate will await those who fail the Labyrinth. This is your first and final warning."<br/><br/>The soft glow or torchlight leads to a peculiar sight of an oak table. Upon the table were a series of metal cups with a pair of bones or dice inside them. The table has an engraving in traders tongue "Those who enter here must cast their fate to the whims of chance upon the first level. Make your choice."</em>