What Is the Dungeon Lock?

None know and none shall ever know.

Lock simply is. Lock hath always been. Before the first kingdom rose from mud and ambition, Lock was. When the last star bleeds out and the void reclaims all, Lock shall remain - waiting, watching, and fully stocked with new arrivals.

Some say Lock was forged by gods while others whisper of a merchant so devoted to commerce that death itself could not close his shop. There are those who claim Lock is the physical manifestation of want itself. The eternal hunger that drives all beings to seek, to covet, to purchase.

Lock cares not for thy theories. Lock cares only that thou hast coin and the will to spend.

The Portals

Across infinite realms and the howling void, there exist doors that should not be. A rusted gate in an abandoned crypt. A dusty cabinet in a grandmother's attic. A portal humming in the depths of a space hulk. Even through the veil of thy flickering screen - Lock opens for those who seek.

Upon each door, is a skull-faced padlock, ancient and waiting.

Just turn the key and thou shalt find thyself within the walls of Dungeon Lock's emporium.

The Shop

The interior defies mortal comprehension. Some say the shop is small, a humble merchant's stall. Others swear it stretches for miles, an endless bazaar of wonders. Both speak truth. The shop reveals what it wills, shows what thou needest, offers what thou cravest.

The wares change. The stock rotates. New relics appear without explanation, and Lock offers no apology for items that vanish into the void. Such is the nature of extradimensional commerce.

The Transaction

Lock demands no blood oath. Lock requires no firstborn sacrifice. Lock's terms are simple: thou providest coin, Lock provideth goods. Thy relics shall arrive through the portals of thy realm's couriers, be it by dragon rider, galactic drop ship, or mechanical chariot.

Lock hath always honored this covenant and always shall.