May, 1935. A small, cluttered office in the archaeology department of a midwestern college. Prof. Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr. carefully unrolled an ancient map. Fierce serpent heads adorned the poles of the scroll, and a glint of fire in their ruby eyes seemed to warn of danger. Indy noticed the coiled centurions and shuddered. Snakes, why did it have to be snakes!
He was slowly tracing his finger over the map's strange pictographs and symbols, when Marcus Brody entered. "Indy! We missed you at the opening of the new exhibit! The artifacts from India were a smash, old boy, but I must say we could have used those Sankara stones from Mayapore."
Indy broke from his intense study only long enough to smirk, "There are some things even I won't do for money. And 'obtaining' a sacred stone from a poor village is one of them."
"Take a look at this map, Marcus. I found it in the ruins of a small village in India, at the edge of what they now call 'The Lost Delta.'"
"According to local legend," Indy continued, "thousands of years ago a savage monsoon created a flood that wiped out all evidence of civilization in the area. But rumor has it that an ancient temple still stands somewhere deep in the heart of the jungle. The locals are scared to death and won’t even talk about it. They just keep muttering something about 'Gates of Doom'!"