In An Abandoned Dungeon

You look around the room and observe the inner architecture of the forgotten structure. You seem to have landed in an old cobblestone crypt or dungeon with a dome-like ceiling curving up to the center from the tops of multiple doorways. The walls are well carved, though mostly just simple rock brick cemented into place, other stretches of wall are just straight flat stone, one of them even has a carving etched into it's side, depicting beasts climbing up a steep hill or mountain, chasing each other up to a figure decked in armor and swinging a sword as light shines off the blade. All around the walls and ceiling, moss and hanging vines cling to the grey stone brick in an attempt to grow and overtake every surface as well as overcome gravity. The only obvious light source in sight is the sunlight from above, peering in from your entry in a perfect circle. The grappling hook lays beside you, the rope near the metal head snapped in half and torn with small strands. You're not going back that way.

You see quite a few empty doorways lining the walls, standing side by side and decorated with odd carvings surrounding the outer edges of the door frames. Some have unique indicators of what may be inside them from odd paint and mud, to lit candles and skulls on sticks. The last one isn't too welcoming. There are many different ways to go, but you decide to choose one and press on as standing here isn't going to get you out, little loan any closer to the treasure. You pick yourself up and dust the dirt and gravel from the lower half of your body and look over the selection of routes.