You’re lost deep in the dungeon. Someone triggered a teleport trap and now you are in an area of the dungeon you’ve never seen before. Even worse, it looks like a battle has just taken place in the chamber where you stand. The smell of smoke, burned hair, cooked flesh and death is in the air. You are surrounded by a tribe of humans who have become adapted to the world below. They are pale, hairless, heavily tattooed, and wear frightful piercings in their faces and ears. One of them has a bulbous oversized cranium covered in scars. He stares at you and, unbidden, an image comes into your mind of a stairway leading up. Another of a creature with lavender hued flesh and a mass of tentacles emerging from its face. A third image of the lavender creature; dead in a lavish chamber of riches. A last image of the bulbous headed humanoid showing you the way to the stairs.