The Dungeon Master walked though the dark, dary depths of the Dungen, Today was the day of the exicition of Samson Bloodblade.

As the Dungen Master walked deeper under the earth, the torches became Less and close to each other.

The ancient Dragon stone steps were becoming weaker and broken. The Dungeon Master had never seen Samson Bloodblade, he had always assumed he was a myth, told at night to children.

About the ancient unholy creature beneath castle Dragoon, A creature that looks man but is filled with darkness and evil that it has given him unholy powers.

The Dungeon Master finally reached the ancient iron door and placed the large worn key into the lock.

once he opened the door The Dungeon master saw a tall man about twenty he had a regular build he had long black hair and dark red eyes chained to the wall.

The Dungeon Master was told not to be fooled by his appearance so he unchained him and took him the man upstairs to the executioners block.

"Samson Bloodblade do you have any last words." Samson Bloodblade smiled and said " Today is not my death day but yours.