It took three weeks until they reached a small fort on the border of the desert. There were almost one hundred soldiers, and their main duty was to keep an eye on bandits and desert monsters. Sometimes like now they check caravans going through. When they spot merchants they send runner with news to the city Freyharf. The city was one day away and it was enough time for preparation for anyone waiting for caravan.

The next day they reached the walls of Frayharf. It was a big city housing almost twenty thousand people. It has decent walls with many towers with various sizes. It also has an adequate garrison of soldiers and a fairly decent lord, who quite skilfully governs this city and land around it.

The captain of guards was waiting patiently at the northern gate for the first group of adventurers from the caravan. Usually leaders and some helpers caring for the most urgent packages. Sometimes they are wounded but thank the gods not this time. When the caravan stopped half a mile away from the city and started building camp, the captain observed something odd. They weren't reading packages for delivery. Instead only a small group of people approach the gate.

After usual greetings and checking everyone path, captain asked.

-commander, everything is alright? Why is no one reading goods for sale?

-we bring some urgent news for temples, and guilds. I don't think today anyone will be able to buy or sell anything. I don't know how people will react, but maybe warn your people that they could have more work for the next day or two.

-good or bad news?

-good one. Very good one - smiled priestess.

After they cross the gate they go straight to the center of town. There were the most important buildings of the town. In the center was the palace of lord. Around were placed temples and buildings of most important guilds. Commander, Shewa and Thuldir escorted merchants to their guild building and only then split. For some reason no one bothered them on their trip through town. There was something in their serious faces that stopped people from approaching them.

Shewa goes to the temple of the Lady. At the gate to the garden was an apprentice priest, whose job was to help anyone who approached the temple.

-i am master priestess Shewa - she introduced herself - i need to speak with the grand master of this temple. I bring joyful and urgent news.

-afcourse priestess. You can find him in the inner garden - he answered - there you can leave your backpack and weapon - he shows her strongbox in a small building next to the gate. Sheva left her belongings and barefoot entered the temple.

After a few moments she found an old halfling with rob indicating his status as grand priest.

-grand priest I presume? - she asked.

-yes I am - he smiled - I am Sigeric, and you are, priestess?

-I am Shewa. Freshly leveled master priestess, and I bring joyful and urgent news.

-oh my. Please sit down my dear I have hunch it will be lengthy talk.

-it will be - she agreed after finding a spot where she didn't crush any flower - I was traveling with a caravan through a great desert. We just arrived.

-yes. There was a runner. What happened?

Shewa took a deep breath.

-The Lady appointed a dungeon core to manage On Taram oasis.

The Grand priest at first looked at her surprised, and then started to laugh.

-that is indeed joyful news. Please tell me everything you know. I am sure that adventurers took a quick look at what is there.

-we not only took a look at what is inside. We spend three days resting there - Shewa laugh seeing old man shocked face - mistress of dungeon in one mile distance from statue of goddess claimed land, and you will never believe me but she don’t claim statute or bushes growing next to it. According to Commander Lucius, she did not move or alter the pond that was located at the old oasis. From grass she build temple for goddess, and surrounded it with orchard full of birds and small animals. Everything that she surrounded with high walls. You can enter an oasis through eight enormous gate towers, but they are not typical barracks, they are warehouses with supplies for caravans, and inside along walls are stables for animals full of fresh hay, and grassland where you can pitch tents. She even prepared fountains with fresh water and dry firewood.

-but what about monsters?- he asked.

-that is a mystery I don't understand. You see, the rest of her floors are underground. and because that aboveground floor counts as a safezone, so there weren't any monsters.

-it’s not a mystery - halfling answered - it’s not widespread knowledge because it is useless for anyone. Dungeons need all their floors to defend themself because of remote places where they usually appear. And if the dungeons are located near populated areas, there is no need for them to provide any assistance to adventurers. And is useless because dungeons must decide all about before they contact with anyone, so there is no way to tell them that and eventually negotiate creation of such a floor. Wait you said floors not floor. You want to say? - The Grand Priest realizes something.

-yes - Shewa smiled - she had a second patron, The Smith.

-ah, that unusual partnership. But the extra floor should compensate for her sacrifice.

-actually according to the commander, and i agree with him for her it’s not a sacrifice. No one with bad intentions or simple bandits can safely enter the oasis due to the law of hospitality. And nearest oasis is a week away.

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-you could be right. They probably won't be prepared for it. Especially that there is no dungeon master who does that. They probably will think that everything inside is just a prize. Oh boy what a nasty surprise it will be - Grand Master smiled.

-there is more - Shewa get sirius - Dungeon Mistress attracted the attention of two more gods, goddess of arts, and god of knowledge.

-how old is this dungeon?

-we found her after four days of her arrival. There was a big elemental storm.

-we need to be careful with this dungeon.

-very careful - said Shewa and handed a scroll with a prophecy.

The Grand Priest looked at her, and then took a scroll. Unfold it and read a short message.

-yes. Very careful indeed. At least it is a good prophecy. Warning, yes, but only about what will happen when we stop following gods teachings. Well young priestess. There's a lot of work ahead of us.

-yes Grand Priest. I will help as best as I can. However after meeting with the Dungeon Mistress i saw how superficial my knowledge is. I must find a temple where I will be able to learn all I lack. Maybe I will even go to the citadel of the rising sun?

-that’s ambitious. Regrettably, I and my temple won't teach you too much. So your choice could be right. Za kilka dni pojawi się oficjalny posłaniec z tą przepowiednią eskortowany przez palladynów, więc dołącz do nich.

-yes Grand Priest. I will do that.

At the same time in the Forge Temple of The Smith.

Thuldir kick main door with his shoes with metal fittings with enough force for door to hit wall with loud bang.

-where is this lazy ass, who calls himself grandmaster of this forge temple! - he screamed loud enough to be heard over the noise of the forge.

-you little piece of shit. You better have a good excuse for disturbing the work of my forge, or I shave your beard with the dullest sword I can find! - scream at him, a muscular dwarf with the insignia of god ancestor.

-You will be shaving yourself old fart! I found a new dungeon, and our god ancestor is its patron!

In forge all work stops immediately.

-who said it is break time! Move, you lazy shits! If I find one piece of scrap today I will be shaving you all, because I'm really in the mood for some shaving! - forge master scream on his fellow smiths and priests - and you go with me to inner forge. We have a lot of things to discuss.

-you have no idea - laugh Thuldir.

The inner forge was privat forge of the grand smith, and his living quarters. There he poured tankards of ale for both of them

-I’m Rakdrun Grand Master of this forge temple - he said giving one tankard to Thuldir.

-I'm shield bearer Thuldir - he take it and both drink it on one go - at last, ale and not some water. However, I admit that the water from the dungeon oasis was good.

-oasis huh. But it there is only one consecrated oasis and is dedicated… - grand master stopped in mid-sentence - fuck, you telling me that this dungeon have two patrons?

-exactly. It's in On Taram oasis. Well technically is On Taram dungeon right now. Oh and there are two more gods that liked her.

Rakdrun for a moment stood speechless. Then he poured two tankards of ale and drank them on one go.

-that's better. You said to her. So woman?

-yeh. She looks like a young short human. But i bet that in her veins even now flows dwarven blood. The things she does with her dungeon. The first thing she claimed was land around an old oasis, something one mile long.

-nice start but nothing special.

-then surrounded it with walls ten yards high and ten yards thick, and built eight towers around sixty yards wide and maybe almost one hundred high with a strange bulbous roof. Under the spire there she placed a sun crystal as a lighthouse for travelers. You want more. Everything is clad in deep blue ceramic tile, and they are not your typical dungeon type. Every tile is different and she recreated every possible imperfection, you will find in works of this scale.

-she passes, but tower dungeons are weak.

Thuldir laugh.

-but she isn't a tower dungeon. Like every proud dwarf she said fuck rules and rest of her floors she builded underground.

-that is not against the rules. It's just stupid and no dungeon does that.

-for her will work, because you see she declares her ground floor as safe zone, and she is in a middle of the fucking desert. So every stupid piece of shit trying to mess with her is dead because he will die delving, or he will die because of lack of water. And for anyone nice she has an oasis that even kings will be happy.

-and definitely merchants, and they have money for adventurers and mercenaries to keep away any stupid piece of shit. Fuck. If they strike deal with adventurers guild there will be permanent outpost soon.

-according to commander Lucius, adventurers guild will do it anyway. There is one serious matter. You see, we took a short delve on her first floor. Nothing big, just three rooms. We were even lucky to find the shrine of The Smith.

-we need to drink for that - after next tankard - ok. Tell me that it was looking at least decent.

-better. I bet that half of the temples will be trying something similar. At first glance it looks typical, a statue and an anvil in the middle. A little dark because there are only two burning fire pit bowls, and walls, ceiling and floor are made of polished metal. But then you start to see pictures on walls. But it’s not a painting. She used different metals and alloys to depict all possible crafter jobs. And on the surface of the statue she does that same but with crafters tools.

-fuck, i need to see that. Even if it's just dungeon magic cheating i need to see that - Grand Master start mumbling - what else?

-rest of the floor is alright too. Made entirely from metal, and traps are purely mechanical. There was one trap that I wanted to sell you - he took a piece of parchment with some sketches and few notes - sawmills and carpenters could be interested. Maybe some enchanters try to make those disks strong enough to cut even stone?

-I will buy it. Sawmills are rather unlikely, because they need big saws, but smaller for planks for example should be easy. How many of you were there?

-five, but the commander forfeit any prize.

-how adventurers split their money, it's their problem. I will give you ten gold.

-great. but before you pay me - Thuldir give him a scroll.

the Grand Master curiously took it, unfold and read. Then start coursing for a few minutes. Only after a few tankards did he calm down enough to continue discussion.

-take gold. Law is law. And you will need it because i want to shave you. What else do you want to drop on me?

-just that I swear that I will bring the prophecy to first forge. Well depending how real it is.

-how real!? It's very real. It's fucking warning from gods. From now on anyone who is doing something new will need to think not twice but ten times about consequences. Enough sitting and talking like some old grannies. Time for some smelting and smithing.

-great, I can go to get really drunk - Thuldir stand up.

-you don’t go anywhere. You will be assisting me.

-I'm not your apprentice.

-You are a dwarf or not?

-ofcourse I am. I was born in forge, and I saw my path for the first time in forge. I bet that my parents fuck in forge to have me!

-third one is doubtful. If they did, you'd be a blacksmith. But two from three should be enough. Move your ass to the bellows. I need to smelt some gold.