0002: Phoebe
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0001: Crispin

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It was harvester season once more, and Pierce was extremely on edge. The only reason he wasn't showing it was because Crispin was his current companion. It was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment as the two traveled through the decimated battlefield. The season of the harvester always brought painful memories to the forefront of Pierce's mind, thoughts of his late wife and child, Rosemary and Eve. They met their fate with the hole during harvester season....
The Mentor
In Event Prompts ・ By gliitchgunk
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[DD2] You’ll have to get through me first!
In Dungeon Dives ・ By SaltwaterStier
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[DD2] Im hearing things again..
In Dungeon Dives ・ By ConfusedMcFlurry
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Tash shook the cobwebs out of her mane and followed Laszlo out of the dungeon. She’d been delving with an old friend - Crispin - and throughout their adventure onto Level 2 he had regaled her with stories of the other adventures he had been on recently. A very busy horse by the sounds of it! They now walked in comfortable silence together, enjoying how the air cooled as they ascended from the sweltering heat of Level 2.  ...
no, thank you
In Event Prompts ・ By Ook
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[DD2] isnt lava supposed to be slow flowing rock?
In Dungeon Dives ・ By ReanimatedMagpie
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[DD2] Cooling Light
In Dungeon Dives ・ By SwordsandSpectacles
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[DD2] The Party
In Dungeon Dives ・ By King-Of-Birds
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[DD3] Ew.
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Peepinbones
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[DD2] Hot Out Here, Ain't It?
In Dungeon Dives ・ By SwordsandSpectacles
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Deserter's gaze lingers on the ghosts of coursers seemingly walking through the walls around him,keeping his eyes from his own path while he tilts his big rabbit like ears in response hearing the cries of the smaller foals in the shape of ghosts that had probably died all alone..and now looking for their long lost mothers. Feeling his fox companion strife between his front hoof all hidden behind a curtain of hoof fur that was leading far up his shoulders and his body making him look more furr...
[DD2] Jump
In Dungeon Dives ・ By ConfusedMcFlurry
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I tried to ignore Crispin. Honestly, who does he think he is? He starts saying something vital about Auryn and then he just stops? She’s my sister, I think I have a right to know. Magma, on my sides, bubbles as my thoughts go back to Auryn. I love her. She’s my sister. Calista is too, but Auryn was really the only one who cared for me. She made sure I was fed, she made sure I was happy, she made sure I was healthy, she made sure I was safe. Mom didn’t give...
I Don't Do Fire - Bootsie
In Event Prompts ・ By Sage
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Content Warning: Blood | Fighting

Not Doing That Again - Bootsie
In Event Prompts ・ By Sage
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[DD1] dungeon dive #2
In Dungeon Dives ・ By astrophilia
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Grrrr Red Moon
In Event Prompts ・ By SHIROCLAX
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Madalgarde limped after Crispin, her numb ankle dragging on her injured leg like a lead weight. It slowed her, to be sure, but worse, it slowed Crispin. Normally so quick on his feet, a flash of white in the dark passages, he was forced to a crawl, plodding along, turning every so often to check if his wounded client was still following in his shadow. “I’m just fine, dear.” Madalgarde called to him after the he checked on her again, hoping the strain in her voice wasn’t evident...
[DD1] Dead Weight
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Vole
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[DD2] Surface, Sunshine, and Whistles
In Dungeon Dives ・ By AppleCiderp
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Swathes of ghost surrounded the two coursers.    Vairn marched in time with the drumming hoofbeats of ancient pucks. It was unnerving, almost, the vacancy in the eyes of these creatures. These horses and elves that were once alive, thrumming with souls of their own, but were now relegated to being lingering visages of one aspect of their varied lives. All individuality stripped away; just an army, now.    The two coursers brought up the tail end of the military...
the army’s final march
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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Galatea?
In Event Prompts ・ By King-Of-Birds
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Alright, kid
In Event Prompts ・ By majmu
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The Furnace was safer, with Crispin.    That much was obvious. Two knights were better than one, to face the challenges of the burning chambers, but Vairn still wished he could do it alone. To explore on his own time, to follow only his own instincts. He preferred to delve the dungeons alone, or sometimes with a young horse, leading their early ventures into the Caverns above.    Not that he resented Crispin for it. No, of course; anything but. Especially in th...
the beat of ancient war drums
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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