Hopefully, I'll get to run this tonight with Jeff and Storn and take it to AP. We'll see.
Gygax and Arnseon are small towns divided by a twisting river. They sit in a valley with bitter-cold winters and beautiful, long summers.
Four kids, two from Gygax and two from Arneson ran away together and found the dungeon in the hills.
Three of them came back, scarred and frightened, refusing to talk about what happened to their friend. Their backs were bent from all of the gold, platinum and sorcery they were carrying. When the merchant next came through town and her stock was bought out by one of the adventurers, word got out fast. One retired from adventuring and built a tavern, another is building a cathedral to her goddess and the last has been elected sheriff of the two towns that have merged since the dungeon boom.
In a matter of months these sleepy towns of 200 has become a booming city of 20,000.
There's a dungeon in them there hills with gold and magic for those with the cunning to take it.