If You Give a Mouse a Dungeon

In a giant labyrinth, far beneath the surface, an old King sits in his ancient throne. This is not his story.

Deep in the bowels of the labyrinth, five heroes, chosen by the gods, slaghter the monstrous minions of this old king. For honor, for glory, but mostly for treasure, these champions seek to reclaim that which the old king took from their ancestors long, long ago. This is not their story.

Above this old labyrinth lie four kingdoms, each one founded and grown from the treasure hordes that have been stolen from the dungeons they only see as loot and monster generating machines. Within each, leaders and adventurers scheme to take on the holy grail of any explorer: the dungeon which could never be truly conquered. This is not their story.

Deep below the kingdoms and the heroes and the labyrinth, at the old king's feet, a little pet mouse opens his bleary eyes to a day when all of these forces will finally make their move and throw this little guy's life into chaos. This is the story of one little mouse and his dungeon.