Far to the south, in hazy and poisonous swamplands, there was a maze carved deep into a mountain in ancient times. It was said that an evil man, cursed by a warlock, was taken and melded into a form of an animal. Now, part man and part beast, has wandered the deep and mysterious maze for hundreds of years.
It is also said that the minotaurs maze is laded with riches.
They are riches that had been carried into it over the centuries by unknown hands to hide them from long-forgotten enemies. There is gold there, blocks of it that are heavier than any can carry. There are gems there, more than can fit in the packs of many mules.
It is said that for all of the wealth that the thing guards, the beast has no use for it. But it knows the greed of men. It knows that fortune hunters in search of gold are many, and that they will always be willing to risk their lives for it.
This time, an evil prince has taken a maiden and set her within the cavernous maze, in hopes that a particular heroic knight will search for her within it. And to there a knight travels this very evening. So the minotaur waits.
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