Nestled into a mountain is the fortress of the mad king. Long ago, convinced one of his closest was planning to betray him, he ordered the construction of a secret castle. Carefully watching the architects and even doing some planning of his own, he worked for years to perfect his design. The upper levels were mostly free from his meddling, and therefore more sensical. But as the project progressed, he took a greater interest in the design. A labyrinth of underground rooms lurks in the underbelly of the mountain.

Finally, it was finished. Carved into the mountain was his fortress, his home. In fear, he fled to it and from there ruled his kingdom with an iron fist. Fear grew among the peoples he commanded, as his demands grew ever harsher and even more nonsensical.

Suddenly, one day, the people stopped hearing from him. No messages came in or out. Fearful of what they may find, blood or enemies or even greater madness, a small band of adventurers journeyed to the mountain. Deep inside they found...

...nothing. All the soldiers, servants, and even the king were gone. Completely deserted. Where did they go? Nobody knows.