When a God creates a Dungeon to further his plans in the Mortal Realm, little does he know that he has managed to find the tattered remains of two of the most stubborn souls in existence to create his dungeon's core.  And due to him leaving the dungeon to grow whilst other plans are also put into motion, it is hardly unexpected that his plans regarding the dungeon don't quite go according to plan.  Other plans are also set into motion as the dungeon is discovered much earlier than expected.  A rather unusual Orc has decided that it has been too long that his people have been relegated to be the uneducated savages, forced to live in the barren Goldstein Mountains, and perhaps a certain dungeon is the perfect tool to help his people start jogging on The Path of Ancients, rather than the pitiful limping they have been doing.    A/N: I have a few different story ideas I've been thinking of writing. I will post a few chapters of each over the coming months (sorry, I'm no super daily realease author ;p ) and whichever one gets the best reaction will be the one I run with.