"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Blight said as the ground rumbled beneath them once again. Kyros said nothing, but the tension in his body was apparent. He and Lujayn had only barely escaped the last split of the chamber floor minutes ago. They'd thought they were safe now; the shifting of the tiles underfoot had stopped, and he'd stood panting for a good long time. His lack of sight may have enhanced his other senses and been an asset in the darkness of unknown chambers, but ...

“We’ve been here before,” Percy said, his voice fuzzy with lack of sleep. “Look, that’s where we forced our way through.”   “Yeah,” Sartoris said with a yawn. “That’s where I got bitt-“ suddenly alert, her head flew up and her ears pricked. “That’s where I got bitten. Where’s that asshole of a dead Courser? I just want to talk!”   ...

“Well, that wasn’t ideal,” Blight grumbled from under his hood, his ears pinned flat against his head. A leather strapping, formerly adorned with a a row of daggers in various sizes, now hung at his side. The giant sphynx cat had severed it- better the leather than his skin, Blight thought to himself.   Sartoris had escaped unharmed. Or, at least, not ...

The bickering had been going on for the better part of an hour. The passage they were travelling was long and boring, and even Blight’s floating eye had gotten bored of trying to spot traps and fallen back to the rear of the party.   “Whatever, Mr. I’m-Such-A-Great-Rogue,” Sartoris griped. “You can’t even say ‘boo’ to Percy’s goose.” Her mole chittered from its satchel, as if to say �...

They are all from Elsewhere.   The being watched from above as the party entered the cavern. There was no telling what havoc these Coursers would wreak upon its kingdom; scores of adventurers before had been through here, some worthy, some not. The being would test them.   The smallest of the group, a young Courser with a red coat, carried a bag...