Into the Wilderlands
Centuries ago, when the Imperium was young, one of its earliest Overlords devised this prison as a solution to abet his overflowing dungeons and oubliettes and to rest the weary arms of his executioners.
Banished, were the politically unpopular, the seditious and the plain criminal, to carve out their own prison into the box canyon segregated from the rest of the world behind the bricked curtain charmingly come to be known as The Gates of Hell.
Rumors of the site abound including that of a spinning cube that summons an otherworldly being who grants wishes as well as that of an everburning skeleton that has been glimpsed within its depths. Bands of fearless adventurers have plumbed its depths, some returning laden with riches won from that which still malingers within but many more never to be seen again…
Above the entrance way, engraved in an embedded iron sign reads: BEWARE ALL WHO ENTER THESE BENIGHTED HALLS of STONE, WITHIN LIES NO SOLACE NOR ANY COMFORTS of HOME. TOILING FOR OUR CRIMES, WE MUST DIG WHERE WE DWELL, WITH NO FREEDOM or MERCY IN OUR VAST STONY HELL.