I waltz into a dungeon thinking it'd be a piece of cake like all the other high-level dungeons I've been to. My first few minutes inside, I killed everything very quickly. On my way through to find treasure, I found a portal. Staring at its whirling, glowing visage I said "Fuck it" and jumped through.
Fast forward 2 minutes into the future.
My back mage is dead, my priest is dead, my Dwarven axe-master is about to keel over, my two Elvish longbowmen are half-dead, and Ehndras Aurea, my Human Paladin tank with ridiculously high defense, well, he's at about 30%. After failing to flee the current battle against a group of 9 Succubi who raped nearly the entire team to death(pun), I somehow succeeded in sidestepping wraiths, stone golems, iron golems, more succubi, greater demons, and all sorts of high level mobs I had never ever heard of. I accidentally walked into a room and found no fewer that 15 chests tightly packed in a vertical corridor, and shat all over myself as I found an indestructible imbued pike and an indestructible imbued bastard sword, 9 or so bastard swords, 8-9 steel shields, 6-7 halberds at least, and all sorts of other loot, plus about 15,000 pure gold.
Now, my half-beaten, barely still-living men are led by my human noble and Dwarven axemaster to the surface of how god-damn deep this dungeon might be. It will be long... it will be hard.
But by the gods and Armok's Fist I'm not going to die with a fortune of loot on me!
I shall return to the Mountainhomes of the Northwest and by Armok's beard, I'll be LOADED!
Kingdoms: RPG, with two-dozen Bay12ers in 2 separate kingdoms