'Greetings, I am Lord Yodbino,
For a thousand years I've lived, I've seen so many wonders and inventions in my time, I've seen nations rise and fall, I've learned and experienced so much... but now... I've grown bored with my existence. Only thing remains that might entertainment. I give this blood-oath, any that are able to enter my dungeon, conquer each floor, and defeat me at the bottom layer where I wait... will be granted all my wealth and servants, and lands, all I own shall be yours to do with as you please. I have no heirs, and I hope this will grant me one final piece of amusement before I move on to the spirit world at last.
Be forewarned, once you enter, there shall be no turning back. And should you fail, your very life, your fate, is forfeit. Through my dungeon are traps and creatures to twist the mind and body, to both as works of art, and as servants, beasts of burden, and guardians to my dungeon. You may enter only of your own free will. If you believe this to be a jest and agree foolishly, then blame yourself for your lost fate.
Across all that is I make this offer. Work as a team with others, or strike out on your own, work with each other or against each other, but know there can be only one winner. Accept or do not, I do not care which. But once you enter my dungeon, we are adversaries... will you be my newest addition? Or will you be the one to claim all that is mine? I await you.'