Ch. 3, Page 2

Mordenkainen sighed in frustration.  "How long ago do you think we were teleported?  I've been adding to the fifth level map for Castle Greyhawk, not El Raja Key!" He tapped the map where he had been sketching with a finger to emphasis his irritation.

Murlynd, cool as ever, would not be baited into sounding frustrated.  "Who knows?" he asked with a shrug. "It could have been as far back as the passage from the temple."

Murlynd looked to his two companions, Mordenkainen and Yrag.  Both men looked to the more experienced magic-user for answers, but Murlynd had something else on his mind.

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Ch. 3, Page 1

Gronan's description of a secret entrance to Castle Greyhawk proved to be accurate; it was the first of three they found in the coming months. Each expedition under the old castle ruins seemed to lead to a new, previously undiscovered section of the dungeon. And the dungeon ran deep -- a fourth, fifth, and even a sixth level were discovered, each deeper than the last. There were hundreds of corridors and over a hundred rooms mapped so far, some of which had once served purposes, like barracks or storerooms, while other rooms seemed to have never existed for any purpose at all except to be found by explorers.

And there were always monsters. Every few rooms they would find them -- more kobolds and ogres, giant rats and giant snakes, orcs and gnolls, skeletons and zombies, and creatures both more monstrous or strange.  Almost always, the encounters ended disastrously for the monsters, leaving unguarded treasure for the taking.

It was the looting of Castle Greyhawk that always attracted the attention of rival adventurers fastest. Loose alliances began to form between them as they found ways to cooperate in the dungeons, back and forth to the dungeons, or back in the city.  Six months after the bandit camp was burned down, one alliance of adventurers in particular seemed to have the advantage over all the others...

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