Earth and stone. Fire and water. Gems and gold. These were the things of which dungeons were made. And as for the dungeons, they were made by the Great Keeper Andra. Most powerful of the Keepers since the fall of the Ancients, her empire encompassed the vast majority of the underworld. Other Keepers worked beneath her, and those that refused to do this at the least paid her a heavy tribute in gold and minions. Her realms functioned as one, connected by magic portals and through dark, dank tunnels hewn through the bedrock by infernal machines of a long-lost design. In the very heart of her empire, Andra rested upon a throne of bejeweled skulls, and within her court were four and twenty Horned Reapers who served her unquestioningly, giving her a respect which no Keeper since has deserved. To her minions, she was more than a Keeper; she was worshipped as a goddess in every temple, her name extolled with a fervor normally reserved for the Dark Gods. Thus it came to pass that the Dark Gods looked upon Andra with wrath, despite her continued daily sacrifices in their honor. They became jealous of her vast power, and lusted for her minions' devotion. Khalan. Shalamai. Doph Boladiba. These were the names of the three beings who now longed the most to see Andra fall.