That Time I Turned My Farm into a Dungeon

I just wanted to keep the family farm going, till the land of my ancestors, and do right by my parents' memory. And then the adventurers came. They said they were going to help clear out the "monsters" on my land, but instead, they slept in my bed, ate my food, and worst of all . . . they broke my mother's prized pot. Now, I'm going to take my farm back and protect what's mine, and there's only one way to do it. I'm going to make my farm into the most dangerous dungeon in the land.

Everything seemed fine. I took my farm back, made peace between the local troll tribe and the villagers, and wrapped everyone behind a protective wall. From there it was just back to the peaceful farming life. Until the adventurers came back . . . with a vengeance. Now, they threaten the women I love, the land I swore on my parents' grave to protect, and the people that live there. And they will never stop. Protecting my land isn't enough. No, it's time to unify every dungeon in the land and fight back.

My past as a humble farmer is gone. Now, as I, my wives, and my children work tirelessly to unify the world's dungeons against those that would exploit them, the stakes have never been higher. As a mystical madness threatens to infect me and the very gods themselves threaten to bar our way to freedom, a final confrontation looms between my dungeons and the rampaging adventurers who would judge us. In the end, I will do what needs to be done, to protect my land, to protect my family. And if I have to fertilize my crops with the blood of the gods to do it, so be it.