"How is it all coming together down there. Those spell-traps are looking nasty if I do say so myself." A random assassin says to Tea.

"Hay does anyone want to test out how lethal they can be?"

"Why would you ask someone else to test them out if you are unwilling to do it yourself?" Tea asked him after a moment of thought.

"I am curious but also very afraid to try it myself." He said as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.

"I don't know it that is the smartest thing or just the smatest dumb thing that I have ever heard." She said in response to that.

She had just finished placing the last of the pit traps. When someone falls into them they will be both electrocuted and disolved in acid at the same time. Traped in a pit filled with acid, being draged down by the weight of all the metal on your body while lightning makes it so that your body locks down. Not just a horrible way to go but anyone in the group with you has to watch you be disolved alive. Even the assassins were impressed with the ruthlessness showed by the little necromancer as they had taken to calling her.

Over time the bones and metals on the people traped inside would break down but Teamasa had taken great care to make sure that one thing would remain. The teath! She wanted everyone to see that their friends were not the first to fall in. That at the end of the day they were just another victom of a trap designed to kill as many as possible. That was what would break those of to weak a will. Those that would never have a chance of going farther inside the dungeon and surviving to tell the tale.

She was not cruel for the sake of crualtys sake but rather lived by the moto of 'better one then a thousand' and this was the only the first floor. It was the stomping grounds for ruthless assassins and magical constructs ment for killing. There would be no major undead on this level, only about the level of the average zombie and maybe a few skeletons custom designed for the prupose.

They would be making openings for the assassins to attack from. Making the unseen death that would stock would-be heroes in the night all the more dangerious. The only thing worse then an unseeable assassin coming for your neck in the pitch darkness would be one doing so while you were trying to avoide getting your face eaten by a zombie. It is hard to watch your back when fighting for your life from the front after all.

All that being said when the time came there would be only the living and the dead left. To go farther then the first floor was to trun your back on ever getting out the easy way. You would have to complete an entire floor before you would get the chance to escape and entering it would be to walk blindly into the unknown until someone survived the floor to spread the word of what awaited below. Only with victory over what horrors were down there would anyone ever be able to tell the tale. It was victory or death and each time someone went down they would have to start from the beginning.

The fortress of Grudge would be a terror of the would but this place would just be a hazard with many riches hidden within. It would be the place that fools when and died but also where some of the greatest of adventurers from this age would find their footing and most treasured of relics. How grand would they have to be to triumph over everything that these deviant basterds could throw at them.

"What are you putting in those fire pits. It smells sweet and the air tastes just a bit bitter." Cassy asked Smithy as he worked on the second floor.

"I do not want to make this a floor that kills out right and instead have it set up to be one that messes with the mind. The entire floor is one big trap built to make you see things that are not there. It will slowly add up until they are nothing more then a blissed out wreck laying on the floor." Smithy had some monstrous plans for what he would put here.

With the help of Tea and Tess he would bring some plant monsters here and have them take root. Then it would just be a matter of time until they had adjusted to the environment that they lived inside of. He would turn the entire floor into a death trap and dedicate it to a goddess of drunken pleasure. One of the ones that they had made a deal with and were planning to take care of personally. It would not be long until her followers came to test the drugs in the very air and hold rituals in her honor here.

Each one he was mixing into the air was potent on it's own but would combine into even more potent drugs in place were the air did not flow as well. It was in those place that you could just lay down and laugh unti you threw up blood and died. It was in the worst of these places where you would not even realize that you were dying of thirst.

It would be one of the worst floors to be traped on without some way of blocking the effects. Worse yet because the toxins would invade any food and water you brought with you if it were to be exposed. It could carry on to other floors like that and even if it did not and you some how found your way deeper then you were druged out of your mind on a floor ment ot kill. Out of the frying pan and into the fire so to speak.

"Why is this place one big curse with a side of hexes. I feel that needs some explaining because this place could suck the lfe out of an elemental if they were unprepared for it." The assassin said to Sasha.

"Where assassins and poison can fail and things will slip through the cracks, few things can make it past times spear. Few thing would dare to try, and fewer would succed." She responded with a proud note in her voice. She was happy with how things were turning out inside the dungeon. It was almost ready.

Any that made it this far was sure to be low on supplies and taxed from the whole ordeal of even getting this far. It would be a nightmare for mages to come here and find that their mana was being drained away from them like it was flowing into an abyss. The few options that they would still have at that point would quickly dissapear and they were not likely to get their with a group as most would probably still be tripping balls. What's worse is that the teleportation to this floor was ment to spread them out over the entire area.

It would have but one guardian who was both invisible and intangible, being able to slip through walls unseen would make it impossible to track. Only with its death would you be able to go to the next floor and the longer it took the worse off your odds would be. Whats more was the fact that anyone that went to sleep would be attacked in their dreams relentlessly so even getting a little bit of rest would be impossible. She had made a living nightmare right along with the wishes of a god or restless nights.

That very god had placed many treasures around the labrinth for those that managed to find them and live to tell the tale. This was how the dungeon that they had a real say in the creation of was going to be built. Things were starting to get interesting.