The Dungeon of Solomon was a spectacle known far and wide. Thousands upon thousands would gather in the stands, to observe as the contestants were let out into the dungeon – most to meet their doom. Traps, magic, deception and monsters abounded in its dark corridors. The dungeon burrowed deeper and deeper into the earth, and the further down it went, the more dangerous it was. It was as old as time, they said, for no one could remember when it was built. No one had ever survived. No one had ever won. It was a simple task – at the very bottom of this dungeon was an orb to be returned. Bring it back to the surface, and you were rich and famous beyond your wildest dreams. An island in your honour to rule, they said, so great was the task to overcome. No one knew how powerful the Orb really was. Why it had been protected so well. How would the contestants possibly know, if they won, that they were sowing the seeds of destruction should they bring it home? Please provide your appearance, name, race and title in your first post. Everyone may control the Narrator.