It wasnt a great dungeon, when scaled to other dungeons it was actually quite small but it was a happy dungeon.

Children from the nearby village would come and play with the fluffy dire bunnies and as they grew up they would slash at the whipping vines with wooden swords.

Years would go by and the children's grandchildren would do the same, going on grand adventures in the five rooms and the cavern that was all this dungeon had.

A nameless unranked dungeon near the town of Siod in the kingdom of Jerra it was the perfect hideout for the bandits that started raiding the highways that crossed nearby.

But that dungeon wasn't allways like this, it could still remember its days as the legendary azure caves of Tishal and the bandits made a mistake, they killed one of its children, he watched her father's first steps, and her aunt's, he was there when Sedi fought the whipping vines like an imaginary pirate and he also drank her blood and fed on the life of her now cold corpse.

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Her death had been long and terrible, the bored bandits toyed with her for days before she snatched a knife and killed herself, she had to watch how her beloved dire bunnies were slain and eaten, she suffered torture and vandalism of her body and even dying she was in pain for long minutes before her soul could rest.

But as she left the world something had awakened, the cave shook and a crushing sound was heard as one of the back walls crumbled to dust, the first group of bandits went in to investigate and came back with reports of a giant hoard of gold and other treasures, the whole group raced into the darkness and after a few twists came to behold the enormous piles of treasure, a second tremor was felt and they were never heard from again.

The townfolk sent some guards to investigate but all they found were evidence of a bandit camp in the old dungeon and the body of a young girl that they brought back to bury.

For a while no one would come but the years had turned and children would dare the whipping vines once more