Regimen of the Cyclopean Muse

Hestecles built the temple all by himself- pushed every stone into place, they say. By the sweat of one man’s brow was each bar, bench, incline, and pulley constructed.

That was long ago, before the wizard and his retinue; before Rafior’s dark magic threatened to corrupt our land & king.

Nowadays, the shrine is pretty lame. That’s where you Meatheads come in. You have Strength enough to shatter the gates of Rafior’s lair and return the gymnasium to its former glory. If you so choose to bring the dark wizard to justice, you will have to contend with such horrors as the undead, electrifying eel-men, and worst of all, the distinct possibility of a hernia.

Little more can I tell you, for dark magic clouds my recollection. Go now, go to the darkness, and go to failure, if you must.