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[h3][sub][color=79AEA3][b]CH 1: US  AGAINST  THE  WORLD[/b][/color][/sub] [/h3]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=cccccc]The cold air was biting as you fleed from that failed dungeon you once called home. Your master was overthrown by an adventuring party, thwarted in his prime, many dark deeds unfinished. The survivors scrambled and struggled for scraps, cannibalising what little was left, the Dungeon finally imploding in on itself in a flash of magical ineptitude. 

In the ensuing chaos, you escaped with other survivors,. The land around you was hostile, unforgiving and dangerous. You scraped by at night and hid in the day, when you had the luxury to find a place to lay your head. In that journey of horrors, you began to get to know the minions who survived and travelled with you.  They had grit. They had promise. And while you did not know them well before that fateful night, you forged a fledgling bond with them and recognised greatness in each and every one.

Seeing first hand how precarious a dungeon run by just one master can be, you all decided to band together and create a Dungeon of your own. Each of you had the makings of a Dungeon Lord. Together, there was nothing, no adventuring party or agent of light, that could possibly take you down.

But that was weeks ago. You have travelled far in search of safety, the perfect spot to build a dungeon. Now, you and your companions are huddled around a dying campfire hidden behind a hillock, staying out the rain under an old gnarled tree.  You're soaked through, cold, tired, and irritable. Food has been scarce the last few nights. There's one thing you're sure of, though.

This land around you is full of ripe targets, ready to be picked clean. But first, you're going to need a refuge.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[h3][sub][color=79AEA3][b]README: Welcome to the RP[/b][/color][/sub][/h3]
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You are standing around a dying campfire with the other characters. You don't know them well yet, but you've already survived hell together, and you've sworn to build a Dungeon with each of you as Lords - one that will be greater then any that came before.

Each of you has a Dark Heart on your character sheet, which in this case represents a great deed of some kind you accomplished either while the dungeon was falling or during the escape. Please introduce your character and share a flashback to your great deed (or , discuss it IC if you prefer!)