I simply love dungeons, handled correctly they are better than the Fruit Flavoured God of Awesomeness!
The heroes storm the Temple of R’gu, the God From The Stars, to steal the Ruby of the Winged Master
The Great King long ago ceased attempting to police the wastelands of his Border Marches, and these debatable lands fell into the hands of petty counts, retired generals, and warlords, who constructed and then abandoned many keeps ripe for plunder.
The Repository of the victorious dead…
The villages around the capital have a strange new disease cropping up. Spread by a fungus (much like ergot poisoning), it causes its victims to be very sensitive to sunlight. Hundreds of peasants are hiding from the sun, only coming out in the darkness to labor in the fields. Unfortunately, rumor makes their behavior sound more sinister and secretive than it really is.