Once upon a time, there was an adventuring party who went down a hole and never came back....
So began our tale of the Monteport megadungeon crew, a cast of characters that has evolved over a year of exploring the endless expanse. Our combination of curiosity, glory seeking and greed have plunged us 28 miles below the surface of a world we no longer remember. We have become citizens of Monteport. Small pieces in a massive, living thing.
Twenty-eight miles below, we have living death. My weapon seeks to destroy these abominations that seem to saturate earth. But my arms grow tired. I've forgotten what it is to look upon a tree. I've forgotten what it is to feel a breeze. And I'm losing my ability to find purpose. My god's words once pounded in my ears like war drums, exciting and inciting. Boiling the blood.
Now, only whispers.
I wonder what another adventuring party would see when they looked upon us. Would they see monsters?
Adzeer Mattui, Hunter of the 3rd Circle