I built a fortress that went down in an epic battle, and then visited as an adventurer in an epic adventure.
Y'see kids, LostTombs was a lost fortress. It lay in an un-accessible valley behind a long, deep moat, stocked full of shark. One had to swim through a tunnel at the bottom of the moat to enter the fort. If ye could walk down that hall o' theirs alive, ye were a lucky one. They had lions, leopards, and lynxes guardin that hall. Then ye had to make it down the inverted pyramid. At the very start, ye would unleash a torrent o' water that ye had to beat to the tip of the pyramid. Then, ye had to drop down a two story chute, and outrun the water down a corridor, and make it through the doors in time to stop the water from flowin in. Ye did that, and ye were in the real body o' the fort. Jewel studded statues made o' platinum and gold. Tasteful engravings, waterfalls, an indoor river, a forest, grand palaces and resplendant tombs. Throne rooms of glory, long-forgotten armories, rich food and much drink in the glorious dining hall. All of it was there for the taking, if one could beat its guardians. The dwarves of this place captured many a beast. Wyrms and wyverns, griffons and ghouls, titans and terrors, dragons and demons, horrors of the world. A hunerd' therty two creatures there were, locked inside a room that had 12 legendary guardians. Trapped in a cage of steel, with a magmafall blocking entrance, except to those who knew the code to the vault that contained the maze that held the shutoff lever. One day, these beasts escaped and slaughtered everyone. The end.
Except for Doduk Ironbridged. A dwarven macemen with balls of steel and a beard of iron. With firm resolve, Doduk hunted down every one of the creatures in that fort. Every battle was a tale to spook the children. Fighting two dragons on a bridge, a level above a river flowing rapidly enough to shove creatures down it's path into the depths. Taking up his trusty bow to shoot down a whole flock of wyverns circling around in the dining hall. Chasing a wight through a chamber that was rapidly filling with magma, before shoving it off a catwalk to it's instantaneous death. The retaking of LostTombs was a grand story chillun's, and I'll tell you more if you ask.