===========================================================	Dungeon Keeper Ranma
	Chapter 07: Purest Heart
	By A-kun
	===========================================================

	Ranma was looking through the book with interest.  He'd never 
known that Horny's 'race' was called Reaper and that they had been the 
chosen favorites of the Dark Gods for many centuries, until a warrior 
known as the Avatar came into being.
	During a fierce campaign, many of the Reapers were summoned by 
desperate keepers and sent to fight the Avatar.  The Avatar's powers, 
however, were granted to him by many of the other gods, allowing him to 
slaughter the Reapers as if they were wheat before a harvester.
	One keeper, Devan, managed to use an entire army and a Reaper to 
take down the mighty Avatar in a fierce battle that lead to the 
destruction of a place called Skybird Trill.
	However, Ranma knew that was not the end of the story.  He found 
another book in Lundar's library that detailed the rest.
	Afterwards, the Dark Gods found very few Reapers had survived and 
were dismayed at the massive loss of such powerful servants.  To ensure 
that they would have mighty servants by which they would still be 
worshipped, they created the Dark Angels, mockeries of Angels used by 
the other gods.
	The remaining Reapers took offense and wanted to prove that they 
were superior.  Indeed, in combat, the Reapers were superior in every 
way, but the Dark Angels decided that it would be best if the Reapers 
lost.  After all, they would fall out of favor with their creators 
otherwise.
	They aided humans in campaigns against the Reapers, eventually 
leading to the near-extinction of the entire race.  Those Reapers that 
remained were too precious to let go, so they remained in the 
underworld with the Dark Gods, save for one.
	Horniculus did not want to return to the underworld, as it would 
mean an eternity of boredom, waiting for gods or humans like the Avatar 
to attack.  He would be sincerely bored with that kind of life.  
However, he also did not to wish to be bound to whomever could manage 
to maintain his 'requirements', as such keepers would be boring and 
might lead to his demise.
	So, Horniculus decided that he would forge an amulet, by which he 
could be summoned and left it in a dungeon, through which only the most 
clever of Keepers would be allowed to have access to it.
	A Keeper did eventually manage to obtain the amulet.
	"The last Keeper of my Dungeon Heart." Ranma murmurred.
	Suddenly, Ranma felt a breach in his Dungeon.  Then, another and 
another.  Three separate groups were attacking him, no doubt trying to 
get the princesses.  Ranma snarled at the audacity.
	He summoned Horny to the leftmost breach with some Elves and Dark 
Elves as back up, in case something managed to slip past him.  He sent 
Zenobia and most of his other forces to the right breach.  He then 
called up what skeletons he'd found in his exploits and headed for the 
center breach.  Imps were given the order to haul back the unconscious, 
but stay out of battle.
	Someone was going to learn the hard way that one didn't mess with 
Keeper Ranma.

	Horny yawned as he felt the activation of his amulet.  He'd been 
having a nice nap, but duty called.  He summoned his scythe as he 
appeared at the destination.  He turned and looked at the now halted 
advance of enemy goblins, dark knights, skeletons and Dark Angels.  He 
grinned.
	It was time to have some fun.  He raised his scythe and charged, 
shattering six skeletons who'd tried to meet his charge.  Horny 
frowned.  Hopefully the rest would be more entertaining than that.
	Meanwhile, Zenobia and company were having significantly less fun 
than Horny.  The force they were facing was largely comprised of 
warlocks, dark elves, mistresses and vampires.  It was lucky that they 
had some monks on hand to finish the vampires, but that still left the 
other forces to contend with.
	The enemy wasn't entirely stupid, like the ones Horny was facing.  
Whereas the opponents Horny was facing were largely hand-to-hand style 
fighters and thus limited in their tactics, enemies who used to long 
distance combat, such as the warlocks and dark elves, were 
significantly less limited in their attacks.
	So far, they'd managed to draw out the enemy by waiting, then 
opening fire with a hail of fireballs, quarrels, lightning bolts, 
paralyzing ice and hail spells just before their frontline fighters, 
the dark knights and monks, charged in and took out the enemies nearest 
to them and ducked behind cover in time for another assault.
	It wasn't a perfect plan, but it was better than shooting 
randomly, hoping that they'd hit someone enough to draw them out where 
they could finish them off.  Besides, the armor on the dark knights was 
more than enough to protect them from a few assaults with quarrels.
	"I think they're backing off." Corwin, a knight, told Zenobia.
	"Then, it's up to us to finish them off." Zenobia responded.
	The group assembled in a proper battle line before heading down 
the dark corridor that the enemy had made.
	Those that stood before Ranma were much less fortunate.  When 
dealing with the standard list of Keeper creatures, there were 
expectations and tactics to utilize in cutting down the monsters.  Even 
fighting Horny was better, because then one only had to worry about 
three things.  Horny's strength, his scythe and his occassional 
fireball.
	Fighting Ranma, on the other hand, was a nightmare.  Ranma had 
learned how to possess creatures fairly early into the campaign, at the 
behest of Lundar and his warlocks, who didn't want Ranma taking 
unneccessary risks.  Ranma picked up various skills, spells and 
techniques in those bodies as he went about practicing.
	Ranma had jumped into just about every type of creature under his 
command.  As such, he knew every spell, magical/physical technique and 
skill that his underlings did.
	And he could use them all in rapid succession.
	A Disruption attack seared a guard's eyes just as a Firebomb 
blasted him and three of his fellow guards off their feet.  They were 
fortunate, because Ranma then unleashed a Super Firebomb, a Hail Storm, 
a Tornado and a torrent of fireballs and lightning bolts.
	Any enemy within thirty feet was down for the count.  Ranma 
continued forward, summoning imps occassionally to haul the badly 
beaten, but not-quite-dead back to his prisons.  He'd deal with them 
later.
	As he came to a four-way intersection, the chattering of his 
skeletons was heard.  They'd noticed something, but didn't dare attack 
without Ranma's permission.
	"Go." Ranma commanded.
	Instantly, the forty skeletons split into two groups of twenty, 
let out a horrific battle cry and charged down the two side corridors.  
Ranma marched forward, where he sensed the Lord of the Land was.  The 
torches glowed dimly, as though sensing the melancholy aura that seemed 
to permeate the air as Ranma entered a massive chamber to see Lord 
Pureheart facing the far wall.
	Ranma had not been clear-cutting through his opponents as 
thoroughly as he believed.  A thief had managed to sneak back to Lord 
Pureheart and warned them of Ranma's advance, as well as the fact that 
neither he nor his skeletons were the least bit injured.
	While the news was distressing, it was no less than what Lord 
Pureheart expected.  After all, Ranma WAS a Master Keeper.  He doubted 
even the evil yet brilliant Nemesis would stand against Ranma for very 
long.
	Once he was certain that Ranma was not being followed by his 
skeletons, Lord Pureheart spoke to Ranma, "You must be Keeper Ranma.  I 
do hope that you forgive my audacity, but I had to make an effort to 
rescue the Princesses.  After all, they are practically family to me."
	"You sound like a beaten dog." Ranma answered, recognizing the 
tone Pureheart was using.
	"Indeed.  Should I not?  I sent the very best I could muster and 
you've already pounded them into the dungeon floor.  While I do have an 
ego, I also have common sense as well." Lord Pureheart said, before 
sighing heavily, as he turned.  The torches glowed hotter, illuminating 
the room better.
	Ranma could see that Pureheart was very old.  His own father 
looked much younger than Pureheart and that was simply going by 
Pureheart's whitened hair.  Pureheart's face made him seem at least 
seventy years of age.
	"I'm old, Ranma.  I was the first squire of King Reginald, back 
when he was merely a starting knight.  I'm probably five times your age 
and I knew that one way or another, this campaign would see the end of 
me.  The heavens know I have lived too long on borrowed time, all for 
the sake of my friend." Lord Pureheart explained.
	"Then why even try to take me on?  You should be at home with 
your family." Ranma demanded.
	"For pride, of course.  You might not understand it, but I'm a 
warrior, through and through.  And if I die in a bed, I'll never rest 
in peace.  Thus, I want to face an opponent who I'll have no qualms 
about losing against.  It has to be either the Reaper or you." Lord 
Pureheart explained.
	Ranma's hardened edge faltered.  Here was an opponent who was not 
fighting to survive or fighting for a lord, but simply fighting for an 
end of fighting.
	Ranma had never faced an opponent so ready to lose.  He 
considered it.  Pureheart deserved the ending he had chosen.  To do 
otherwise would break one of the more tightly guarded codes Ranma still 
held.  That of protecting an opponent's honor, when they had any.
	Ranma spent long moments contemplating Pureheart's request.
	Horny found himself standing between Lord Pureheart and Ranma.  
He eyed Ranma, then turned to the Lord.
	"Horny, give him a fight.  He deserves one." Ranma told the 
Reaper before teleporting away to take Horny's place.
	"Nothing personal." Horny said.
	"Much obliged." Lord Pureheart answered, raising his two-handed 
sword.

	Maidel watched each of the princesses closely.   The three 
sisters were strong-willed, but once one broke, the other two would 
quickly follow.  It was difficult to tell who would break first, but 
Maidel figured it would be Honey.  Warriors prided themselves on 
strength, but when their strength was of no use as it was in the 
torture chambers of a Keeper, especially a powerful Keeper like Ranma 
who would not face defeat anytime soon, their pride faded quickly.
	Maidel didn't feel any pride in guessing right as tears began 
streaming down Honey's face.	She willed the coals to cool and healed 
all three sisters as they needed it.
	"Well, you three have had a very thorough taste of failure," 
Maidel announced, before sitting next to Honey and wiping her tears 
away, "But I think it's time to show you that being in Ranma's army 
isn't all bad."
	Honey blinked as Maidel leaned down and kissed her.  The 
princess' eyes widened immensely as she felt Maidel's tongue invade her 
mouth.  She blushed as she felt aroused by the cinnamon perfume in the 
air as well as by Maidel's body pressing against her.
	The will to fight back faded like smoke before a hurricane as 
Maidel broke their liplock and began kissing down Honey's neck.  The 
eldest princess blushed hard as Maidel tore her undershirt open, 
revealing her bare breasts, but reveled in the sensations as Maidel 
descended on the soft mounds with fervor.
	Mina could only wonder what was going on as she saw Maidel 
leaning over her elder sister as Relena's body blocked her view of what 
was precisely going on.  Mina could only imagine and the conclusion she 
came to was likely a correct one.  Relena blushed as she watched her 
eldest sister writhe and gasp beneath Maidel's expert touch.
	Honey felt Maidel's hand slide down into her panties and gasped 
loudly as Maidel's fingers began stroking her.  She could only whimper 
as she felt Maidel's index finger invade her.  She didn't even notice 
as her arms reflexively cradled Maidel's head, free of their magical 
restraints.

	Lord Pureheart was having the time of his life, despite the fact 
that his life was certainly nearing it's final hour.  Horny was as 
skilled with his scythe as Lord Pureheart was with his two-handed 
sword.  The two warriors were nearly unparalleled in fighting, being as 
old as they were.
	Horny himself was even beginning to smile.  Ordinarily, he only 
got excited at massive slaughter, but Pureheart was a CHALLENGE.  A 
challenge that the Horned Reaper had desired for a long time.  Ordinary 
opponents saw only the scythe Horny carried and did their best to block 
it, when it was Horny himself whom they should be paying attention to.  
Many would be heroes could block the blade of the scythe only to be 
caught off-guard by the heavy hilt, which smashed their heads backwards 
long enough for Horny to decapitate them.
	Pureheart was better than that.  He dodged away from the hilt, 
and nearly stabbed Horny through the midsection with a thrust that 
forced Horny back.  Horny, however, saw an opening.  He slid around the 
sword and almost successfully shoulder-slammed Pureheart, if the wise 
fighter hadn't rolled out of the way.
	"Not bad." Horny commented.
	"Of course.  I didn't live this long by being a shitty fighter." 
Pureheart answered.
	"It's a shame to simply kill such an excellent fighter." Horny 
told the fighter, knowing his own endurance was limitless because of 
the pact made with Ranma.  Even when successfully injured, he'd heal 
instantly.  However, Horny was suppressing that healing factor as a 
show of fairness.
	"Yes, but if this world were fair, we wouldn't be in it, now 
would we?" Pureheart asked.
	"Truer words were never spoken." Horny responded.
	Horny charged Pureheart as the old man hefted his sword to meet 
the Horned Reaper.

	Geld was hiding in his Dungeon Heart.  He'd heard the screams and 
reports from his imps that the legendary Horned Reaper was on his way.  
There was no way in hell he could ever defeat the Horned Reaper.  There 
was that legend of some hero named the Avatar being able to kill the 
Reapers, but he'd been divinely blessed by over twenty Gods and 
Goddesses.
	Geld knew the chances of him getting such a blessing were far 
beyond his capacity to count.  Besides, THIS Reaper had slain even the 
Avatar.
	Suddenly he realized that there was only silence, followed by a 
weary cheer.  An imp came to the edge of the Dungeon Heart and 
chittered.
	Geld's eyes widened, "The Reaper is gone?"
	The imp chittered further.
	"And now a teenage boy is standing where he is?" Geld asked.
	[A teenage boy isn't nearly as threatening.] Geld thought. 
	Then, he heard the screams of his men begin again, this time 
louder and more urgent.
	"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Geld whimpered desperately, hoping the Reaper 
hadn't returned.
	"'That' would be me." Ranma declared, entering the Dungeon 
Heart's room.
	"And you are?" Geld demanded, no longer afraid now that he saw 
the boy.
	Ranma stood before Geld wearing red shoulder guards and a black 
cape with a red interior over his usual red silk chinese shirt and 
black pants with a cord for a belt.
	Geld, on the other hand, wore armor similar to a Dark Knight.  A 
solid chest and back plate with short shoulder guards that wrapped 
around his shoulders.  His arms were free of any armor to allow for 
maximum mobility.  His waist and legs were clad in chain mail with 
plate mail over it.  Geld hefted his sword and pointed it at Ranma, 
sneering contemptuously as he estimated the boy to be of no threat, 
"And who are you?"
	"I'm Ranma Saotome.  You attacked my dungeon.  Prepare to die." 
Ranma told Geld simply.
	Geld was about to snort in contempt when he realized the name 
he'd just heard, "Ranma?  As in the Keeper who just crushed most of the 
continent?"
	"One in the same." Ranma answered.
	"I don't believe you for a second." Geld huffed.
	"Believe it or not, you're finished." Ranma responded.
	Geld blinked and Ranma was in front of him.  Geld had time to 
panic and begin pulling away when Ranma began punching him mercilessly.  
Six thousand and eighty two punches later, Geld hit the floor and did 
not get up.  Ranma kicked the supports around Geld's Dungeon Heart, 
shattering them and crushing the magical membrane below.  Geld's 
battered form disappeared just as the Heart shattered.
	"One down.  Now for the other idiot." Ranma commented, vanishing 
in a burst of light.

	Maidel sighed.  Princess Honey had already climaxed.  It'd been 
getting to the really good part too.  At least she'd already made her 
decision.  Maidel hefted the princess from the wheel and approached one 
of the lairs, which created a bed for the princess to sleep on.  Maidel 
laid the unconscious girl down on the bed.
	"And I suppose you're planning to do the same to us?  HA!  We'll 
NEVER give in!" Mina declared defiantly.
	"I'd refrain from saying 'Never' until we're finished.  There are 
always exceptions.  Besides, I doubt you three have had much of a sex 
life, considering your royal upbringing." Maidel responded.
	Maidel approached Mina and smiled before tearing off the 
princess' panties.  Mina snarled in defiance as Maidel laid between her 
spread legs and began licking her slit.  Mina's snarl grew silent as 
she did her level best not cave into the wonderful feeling Maidel was 
introducing her to.
	Mina was almost ready to give in when Maidel pulled away, "You 
should be ready about now."
	"Ready for what?" Mina asked.
	Maidel smiled evilly as she turned and plucked a long smooth 
phallus-shaped stone from the wall behind her.  She turned back to the 
princess and laid between her legs again.  Mina yelped as she felt the 
cold stone press against her mound.  Her face contorted into a mixture 
of pain and pleasure as Maidel eased the stone phallus into her.  She 
then grabbed a leather holster and tied it around the princess's legs, 
holding the stone where it was, buried deep within Mina's body.
	As Maidel pulled away, Mina's biting retort renewed, "If you 
think some stone dildo is going to make me submit, you're sorely 
mistaken."
	"That was simply step two, my dear princess.  The stone that I 
just placed inside you make look common, but it's very special.  It's 
known as Sounding Stone." Maidel explained, before walking to the far 
end of the room and picking up a small jewel-like agate tied to a long 
metal necklace.  She held it away from Mina she walked back to the 
middle sister's side.
	"And this is know as the Resonating Stone.  When it comes near a 
Sounding Stone, the Sounding Stone begins to vibrate.  The closer it 
gets, the more intense the vibration." Maidel continued, slowly 
bringing the small stone near Mina.
	Mina's eyes went wide as she felt gentle and arousing vibrations 
emitting from the stone dildo, "So, that's not much."
	"But it's still a good four feet away.  Imagine what it will be 
like when it's less than a foot away." Maidel said, smiling as she 
gently continued moving the Resonator closer to Mina.
	Mina gulped heavily as the vibrations doubled in intensity and 
the stone wasn't even past the three and a half foot mark.  Maidel 
smiled as she saw the princess had finally gotten a clear understanding 
of what was in store.  However, that was not the end of it.
	Maidel placed the resonator on a nearby wheel, then tore off 
Mina's shirt.  She went back over to the wall that the Sounding Stone 
had been at and grabbed another harness, this one having two bowl-
shaped Sounding Stones attached by a thick leather strap.  They had 
openings meant for the "victim"'s nipples.
	Maidel smiled again as she returned to Mina's side and placed the 
cups over the princess' breasts, making such to move Mina's nipples 
into the openings.  She tied the harness into place firmly before 
fetching one final device.
	It appeared to be a mobile pulley system, but it looked far too 
small for any major work.  Which was just fine, because it's job wasn't 
anything major.  Maidel positioned the pulley so that the tiny hook 
hung over Mina's navel, then picked up the resonator again and placed 
the necklace into the hook.
	"This little device will lower the resonator stone one inch every 
minute, starting at three and a half feet." Maidel explained, motioning 
to the machine, "To be honest, I don't think anyone has resisted to one 
foot when fully harnessed like you are.  So, I'll be very impressed if 
you last more than fifteen minutes.  Of course, no one has resisted 
beyond twenty minutes."
	Mina wanted to responded, but the pulley system had already 
dropped the resonator an inch, sending waves of intense pleasure up and 
down her body.  Seeing as the intensity seemed to double every inch, 
she could understand why no one had lasted past twenty minutes.
	Maidel turned to Relena, "And now for you.  I'm unsure of what to 
do.  You haven't really been a problem, so I don't want to be cruel.  I 
suppose I could give you the same treatment I gave your eldest sister 
and see if that convinces you to join..."
	Relena blushed as Maidel approached her prone body, wondering 
what the skilled Mistress might do to her.

	Ventrius was cursing his luck.  Although his forces were skilled 
and smart enough to duck behind the various defenses he'd created, 
Ranma's frontline kept advancing at the same rate, despite the lack of 
bridges; despite the numerous traps and doors; and most frustrating of 
all, despite all of the firepower his minions and traps kept tossing 
out.
	Then, bridges suddenly began appearing, followed by a torrent of 
spells that could have defeated a legion of Giants.  Ventrius didn't 
like surprises and the sudden appearance of a cocky looking young man  
and a brigade of Dark Elves was a surprise.
	Within minutes, all of his carefully laid defenses were 
destroyed, his men had fallen and the young man responsible was kicking 
at the steel door that Ventrius had just locked.
	Ventrius was doing his damndest to load his trusty crossbow with 
a magical bolt meant to slay anything.  He'd meant to keep it as a last 
ditch item, just in case the Horned Reaper ever came knocking on his 
door.  But, from what he'd seen, the Reaper paled in comparison to this 
new fighter.
	The walking nightmare that was an angry Ranma Saotome smashed the 
gate with one strike, "WELCOME GATE IRON FINGERS!"
	Ranma marched in and dodged the Bolt of Slaying as it sank into 
the wall behind him.  Now truly enraged, Ranma stomped forward, 
smacking the crossbow from Ventrius' hands before pummelling the bowman 
into a bloody pulp.  A large vacuum blade later, the supports around 
Ventrius' Dungeon Heart collapsed, catapulting Ventrius out of the 
dimension in a very violent and abrupt manner.
	Ranma teleported back to his Dungeon Heart and activated the 
magical map to see if Horny was finished with Pureheart.  He blinked in 
surprise when he saw that Pureheart and Horny had trashed the main room 
of Pureheart's fortress, but were still fighting, despite having 
apparently knocked each other through various walls.
	"Keeper, you're back..." Lundar began.
	"Just had some rivals to take care of." Ranma responded.
	"Well, we have some... interesting guests that have been waiting 
to meet you." Lundar told him.
	Ranma shut off the map, confident that Horny would win.
	"Who?" Ranma asked.
	"They are in the main hall of Lord Volstag's keep as we speak." 
Lundar responded.
	Ranma teleported himself and Lundar to the main hall of Volstag's 
keep.  Then, he blinked.
	Ten Dark Angels stood before him in the hall.  They turned in 
unison.  Dark Angels for the most part looked like six foot tall 
musclar men with grey feathered wings on their back.  They had blue 
skin, red glowing eyes, carried a broad sword and typically only wore 
black gloves, head cap, pants and boots.  One of them, however, wore a 
steel chest plate and had a dagger in his belt on the right side.
	The unusual one approached him and spoke, "Keeper Ranma, I 
presume.  I am Zachariach, Elite Dark Angel.  The Dark Gods have 
declared you the most powerful keeper and thus have decided to side 
with you.  We are under strict orders by all the Dark Gods to join you 
and do anything you ask of us, no matter what."
	"Um, nice to meet you.  But, I was under the impression that you 
guys joined keepers out of sheer whim." Ranma responded.
	"Ordinarily, yes.  However, the Dark Gods saw that times were 
changing quite fast, even before your domination of the entire 
continent becoming more and more decisive.  In order to retain worship, 
they too had to change.  If you'll allow your minions to freely pray at 
the temples to the Dark Gods, they'll give further support by giving 
you more mana.  In addition, every temple that you build to the Dark 
Gods will allow two more of our brethren through to aid you in your 
conquest." Zachariach explained.
	Ranma considered it.  He'd heard that the Dark Gods didn't truly 
ask for much, outside of temples and occassional worship.  They 
rewarded sacrifices, but ultimately, they asked for little else.
	"Very well, Zachariach.  Lairs have been made available and if 
you have any questions on my dungeons, ask the imps.  All I truly ask 
of you is that you not attack any of the other creatures I have in my 
command without good reason and even so, I'd like to be notified of the 
reasons before anyone is dead.  If you have any quarrels with the other 
creatures of my dungeon, take it up with me and I'll deal with it.  
Agreeable?" Ranma asked.
	Zachariach nodded.
	"Well, then, welcome aboard.  I'll notify you all of the next 
battle that we engage in." Ranma responded.
	Ranma watched as the Dark Angels headed for the nearest lairs, 
then turned to Lundar.
	"Very wise.  The Dark Gods rarely anger anymore, out of fear of 
losing worship.  I doubt Dark Angels that they personally sent will 
cause any trouble.  Strangely enough, I think I recall the Dark Gods 
making a declaration to help only the keeper who could find their main 
temple, but that was a while ago.  Perhaps no one has." Lundar 
commented.
	"Probably.  By the way, Lundar, I've been meaning to ask you 
about the imps..." Ranma began.
	"Ranma?" came Maidel's voice.
	Ranma blinked and turned to see Maidel, followed by the three 
princesses, who were once again garbed in the outfits they had worn 
just prior to their capture.  Each of the princesses were blushing and 
they seemed to be following Maidel rather closely.
	"Maidel?  I thought... well, it's only been about a few hours." 
Ranma commented.
	"I can be persuasive when I want to be." Maidel answered, smiling 
widely, before gesturing to the three princesses, who knelt in unison.
	"Ranma, we recognize you as our master.  We will do as you ask of 
us." Honey declared.
	"Well, I don't need anything right now, but I'd like your 
opinions on dealing with your father.  Maidel will fill you in on the 
details, but for now, just get rest.  I'm sure you need it." Ranma told 
them, before turning back to Lundar, "Anyway, as I was saying, about 
the imps-"
	"RANMA!  We've just sighted Nemesis' forces!  They're in the land 
just to the east of here!" Michael, captain of the Knights, declared.
	[Can't they wait until I ask Lundar this simple question?!] Ranma 
asked himself.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Next time, on Dungeon Keeper Ranma!
	Nemesis, the eldest keeper in a family of keepers, will test his 
might versus Ranma.
	But what of his family?  Can Ranma defeat three keepers who 
aren't trying to kill each other and are skilled strategists on their 
own?

	Dig out a 5x5 square.  Fill the middle 3x3 with a hatchery, then 
fill the corners with lairs, making sure NOT to obstruct the entrance
(s) to the room.  This will make sure that no one will complain about 
not finding a lair when there's plenty of space.  Of course, this 
reduces the number of available lairs to 12-14.  That means you'll 
likely have to make another room if you have more than one portal or if 
you want to convert.  This will also provide a food source for 
creatures right as they wake up.
	When making a workshop, if there's room, dig out a 4x5 section 
right NEXT to the workshop, do not make a separate room.  Place a 3x5 
hatchery directly next to the workshop and a 1x5 section of lairs.  
Pick up every troll and/or bile demon who enters and place them in 
those lairs.  This will maximize their time in the workshop because 
they have both food AND their homes nearby.
	Workshops, Libraries, Torture Rooms and Training Rooms gain more 
areas for creatures to use for every 3 rows of reinforced walls (or if 
the walls are solid rock).  A 3x3 torture room can have up to 4 work 
spaces IF the walls are reinforced.
	The necessary parts: All dungeons require lairs and hatcheries.  
Most require a treasury, but you can get more use from them if you grab 
the accumulated wealth from the treasuries you already have and place 
them around the sections in your heart.  The amount of cash you have 
will lower, but your creatures can still get paid and if you use enough 
to drain the current amount of cash, the cash will seemingly 'restore' 
itself.
	Workshops are needed if you don't want to waste your time with 
Guard Rooms.  Prisons are a requirement for skeletons or if you want to 
convert creatures.  Torture chambers are only needed for attracting 
Mistresses (and Dark Knights) or for converting heroes.
	Combat Pits are a requirement if you're playing honest (in a game 
about evil?  HA!) and need higher level minions.  Don't place undead 
into the combat pit unless you're willing to hover over the pit and 
heal them.  And NEVER place a Vampire in with a Monk.
	Temples are only a necessity to ease the whinings of some of your 
creatures later on or if you want two Dark Angels.  Unless you've got a 
LOT of money, don't make more than one 5x5 temple.

	Next Time: Properly Applied Motivation and Keeping Those Whiny 
Creatures In Line!