Naoto stormed up to the top platform, sitting right before the doors leading into his dungeon. The door required a key... but not a physical key. A key of knowledge, two secret words that had to be known, but not said. Just by knowing these words could you open the doors. Of course, Naoto knew the magic words, as he had created the door himself. [i]Kólasi̱ pórta[/i], he thought to himself, feeling proud of his own invention. He walked up to the doors, and pressed onto them. They swung open with ease, as if they had too much oiling than they should. The doors continued swinging open, until they bounced back off the rough stone, and then closing themselves tightly after the bounce.

The keeper took in the surrounding area around him. He saw the thick grass, shying through the piles of leaves, scattered across the ground. The bushes, saplings, twigs, stones, and all the sort, lay on the ground everywhere the eye traveled. Trees stood tall above everything else, towering with pride filled with years of work to get them where they are now. Naoto smirked, hoping to be able to sit on his throne one day, with as much carefree pride the trees had before him. He sniffed the air with his chin held high, taking in the wet soggy moisture floating around like a mist. "It's time." he grinned, as he lowered his head to stare straight off into the distance, seeing the faint glow of a nearby village.

As Naoto reached the village, he took a few moments to take in his new surroundings. It appeared no one was out, as all the doors were barred. He moved through the town slowly, looking for any signs of life. His goal was to abduct a few slaves to work for him, to help him build his dungeon. But, there appeared to be no one left in town. A ghost town. He was almost willing to surrender, but he heard a sound come from a nearby window slamming shut. Naoto quickly turned to the source of the sound, and cast his eyes upon a small hut. He grinned as he walked towards it slowly. He looked at the door, and instantly knew there would be no luck in trying it. But, having heard the window just shut might mean another door might have yet to be locked on the house. Naoto crept around the side, finding a backdoor leading into a kitchen, and opened it with ease.

Upon entering the house, he was met instantly with the face of a young male child, staring up at his tall strong figure. Naoto walked slowly up to the child, and placed a hand on his shoulder with a smile. Another figure appeared after turning a corner in the house, being that possibly of the mother. "Duck!" she yelled with a gasp, stepping backwards in fear, though slowly as she does not wish to abandon her child. Another small figure came up, smaller than the young boy even, popping her head just around the mother's legs. She was probably only a few years old, but old enough to be able to run away and know when to scream. Though, that child did not look as frightened as the paralyzed boy. Lastly, another figure showed himself, coming from the front door area, revealing himself to be the father. He was unarmed, and took shock as he gazed upon Naoto. "L-let him go!" he stammered, making only one step forward before Naoto's sword sliced forward, and held still before the father's throat. "There there, no need to be hasty. There is a much cleaner version to this encounter, if you don't force me to drastic measures." Naoto grinned evilly, pulled his sword back and tightening his grip on the boy's shoulders.

The father looked over at the frightened mother, then down at the curious daughter, before turning back to the frozen son. Naoto then turned the boy to face his family, before shoving him into the father, forcing him to catch him. "Such young children for a couple your age. Wouldn't you have had an older son by now?" Naoto wondered to himself allowed. Just then, the two parents looked at each other, just as they noticed their young-adult son charging Naoto from behind with a sickle in hand. "Yaaaahhhhhh!" the boy screamed as he raised his weapon to bring it upon Naoto. Naoto simply sighed, turned on his feet, and caught the boy's hand before it could do any damage. "Drop it, before I do any damage, and then you're of no use to me." Naoto threatened. The boy instantly became subservient, dropping the sickle with fear in his eyes and and a drop in his shoulders. Naoto slid to the other side of the boy, shoving him into his father like he had the much younger boy.

The family now all huddled together, shaking in their night-clothing, their knees banging together, and their teeth almost chattering. Naoto stood there, thinking over the details of his next move. The family thought to themselves, about what was next to come. The father then gained some strength... just enough to speak... and inch forward a foot or two. "W-what... What is it you want from us?" he asked. Naoto simply ignored the man, even to the point of turning his back on him. Naoto hmm'ed inside his own head, until the last detail was thought. He turned back around, at a speed which frightened the father back again. "You are to follow me, with no yelling, no running, and no trickery. If any of you try another heroic attempt like your son... I will assure you, you will plead for death before I have even begun my torture." he said. The entire family nodded without hesitation, but didn't move. Naoto sighed, stepping out of the way, and pointing his sword back towards the door he had entered from. The family nodded again, and started their slow march through the door and to the outside world.

Naoto followed the family through the door banging his head on the board above the door, cracking it with little damage to himself, other than a slight headache in the near future. He mentally pushed the family around the house with a few slight gestures of his body, shepherding them into the street. He marched them back towards the gate entrance he had originally entered through, passing by only one man. That man held a torch in his hand, and stared at the demon marching along. Naoto raised two fingers with his free hand to his forehead, then saluted them into the air. The man simply dropped his torch onto the ground as the demon walked away with his five captives back into the jungle, disappearing into the darkness...

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[h3][color=ed1c24][b]Dungeon Heart[/b][/color][/h3][color=ed1c24][b]-Size[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/1[/color]
[color=ed1c24][b]FIRST PROJECT[/b][/color]
[color=ed1c24][i]GATHER [s]SLAVES AND[/s] RESOURCES[/i][/color]

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[h3][color=8dc73f][b]Summoning Portal[/b][/color][/h3][color=ed1c24][b]-Size[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/1[/color]
[color=ed1c24][b]NOT STARTED[/b][/color]

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[h3][color=1b1464][b]Expand Dungeon[/b][/color][/h3] [color=ed1c24][b]-Size[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/5[/color]
[color=ed1c24][b]NOT STARTED[/b][/color]

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[color=f7976a]-Expand with[/color] [color=ed1c24]Slaves[/color] [color=ed145b]0/1[/color] [color=662d91](Requires Blueprints)[/color]

[h3][color=9e0b0f][b]First Minion[/b][/color][/h3] [color=ed1c24][b]-Turns[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/3[/color]
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[color=8dc73f][b]Summoning Portal[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/1[/color]
[color=1b1464][b]Expand Dungeon[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/1[/color]
[color=ed1c24][b]Minion Blueprints[/b][/color] [color=ed145b]0/1[/color]
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[hider=Entourage]
[color=8dc73f]Total[/color] [color=00a99d]Followers[/color] [color=ed1c24]5[/color]

[color=aba000]Slaves[/color] [color=ed1c24]5[/color]
[color=f26522]Leopold[/color] [color=a0410d]Family of[/color] [color=ed1c24]Five[/color][hider=Family One]
[color=004b80]Father[/color]
  [color=9e0b0f]The father is a local tanner. He is not a well-known tanner by any means, but his work isn't shabby. All of his work are custom products, made from secrets passed down generations. He works on the porch to his house, and travels the streets when looking for work.[/color]
[color=004b80]Mother[/color]
  [color=9e0b0f]She is a very well-kept 'proper' wife, doing the necessary cleaning around the house, taking care of the children, and making sure herhusband has food after a day's work. She likes to gossip with the other wives around town, and when missing wouldn't go unnoticed.[/color]
[color=004b80]Oldest Son[/color]
  [color=9e0b0f]Apprentice Tanner of the father, he is learning all of the family secrets. He has great ambitions, hoping to surpass his father and become a renowned tanner known all across the lands.[/color]
[color=004b80]Second Son[/color]
  [color=9e0b0f]He is usually a good boy, but like all children tends to get in trouble every now and then. He makes friends with many of the local kids, and shares no interest in his dad's tanning.[/color]
[color=004b80]Youngest Daughter[/color]
  [color=9e0b0f]An innocent child. Helpless, worrying, and always begging for attention are her most dominant traits. Keeping her happy usually involves bribes of candy, piggyback rides, or a new toy.[/color][/hider]
[color=8dc73f]Total[/color] [color=ec008c]Minions[/color] [color=ed1c24]0[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]First[/color] [color=ec008c]Minions[/color] [color=ed1c24]0[/color]
[color=92278f]Second[/color] [color=ec008c]Minions[/color] [color=ed1c24]0[/color]
[color=630460]Third[/color] [color=ec008c]Minions[/color] [color=ed1c24]0[/color]

[color=0072bc]Constructs[/color] [color=ed1c24]0[/color]
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