The Dungeon is a large underground prison with one single entrance, a trap door in the middle of a barren desert. Underground however is a maze of cells, corridors and occasionally a warden’s quarters.

The Wardens are the caretakers of the prison, making sure that anyone who is imprisoned is kept alive, barely. The wardens are allowed free reign to practice their torturing skills, so long as none of the prisoners they practice on die.

GNOTAN IS A TRANSFUSED DEITY (TWO DEGREES GAINED) FROM FRANK O'CONNOR, GOD OF SOCIETY

Gnotan watched one of his foremen torturing a young woman. He was getting better, that's for sure. He had been able to keep her alive long enough to peel open her skin and pull out her intestines, making her watch as they were slowly cooked in the fire until she passed out from the pain. At that stage he shoved it all back in and sewed her up, sending her off to the infirmary so that hopefully he could try something else on her later.

"So what information were you trying to get from her?" Gnotan asked as she was carried out.

"Nothing, my Lord, just practicing."

Gnotan nodded and chuckled at this. He walked out and patrolled the corridors, delighted at hearing screams eminating from various rooms. He came to his personal quarters at last and sat on his bed, regarding the Gate that stood across from it. The swirls entranced him for a while until he stood, shook his head, retrieved his personal torture implements and his Chainwhip and set off through the Gate, seeking the City of Dreams.

There was a busy city - a dreaming city - a people filled with strange rationality -

And he was there, within the City of Dreams.

Gnotan stumbled through the gate, clutching at his stomach. He made his way through to the medical bay after stopping by his quarters and depositing the rifle.

"So doc," he said to the resident doctor, "how bad is it?"

"Four bullets, Lord," said the doc, removing one - as Gnotan flinched in pain. "Yes.. unusual." He stopped. "Diamond rounds, unlike anything I've seen before.. who shot you, Lord?"

"Ah, a few grunts that I for some reason didn't take into consideration. Damn foolish idea to go after Tyche after so little preparation... I must start with smaller game."

"Tyche, Lord? Game?" asked the surgeon, a look of concern on his face. Gnotan grunted in pain as he removed the last bullet.

"Yes, dear sir, though it is of no use to you, I was going after a mad god, hoping to collect some bounty."

Gnotan stood and wished the man farewell, then walked out. He went to his personal chambers and rested a while, then sat, staring at his gate.

"Take me to an alien world"

He got up and walked through the shimmering gate into....

There was a realm destroyed - a beautiful people, broken - the king of all liars -

And he was in the Valley of Mist.