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0243: Crenia
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0244: Wolf

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Owned by Darkrise

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The Earthen Furnace gaped like the mouth of an ancient god, its heat suffocating, oppressive. Smoke curled from every crevice of the fractured earth, obscuring the jagged pillars and twisting tunnels in ashen grey. The air was thick with the scent of scorched stone and something darker, older. Silence, save for the low groan of the dungeon’s breath, made the place feel less like a ruin and more like a slumbering beast. Gideon, his robes stained with the soot of failed spells, muttere...
[DD2] That is the dumbest Courser I've ever seen
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Darkrise
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The air grew heavier and heavier as they pressed on, leaving behind the frantic storm of the library’s cursed tomes. The corridor before them stretched long and narrow, the walls slick with moisture, the scent of damp stone and ancient decay clinging to every breath. It was dank and cold, the kind of chill that seeps into the bones, clinging to the skin uncomfortably, like a sodden cloak. Their hooves struck a loud, steady rhythm against the uneven stone floor as the narrow passage o...
[HARD] It’s just water, right? What’s the worst that...
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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Archaic and ancient, the latticed ceiling of the crumbling library towered far, far above their heads, the beams rent open like clawed hands praying to the shadows beyond. Light, cold and faint, dripped through the cracks and crevices in the stonework, painting the chamber in a ghostly hue that did little to permeate the endless dark. Dust swirled within those tendrils of light, rising like the whispered remnants of eons past, like the ashes of those who'd once dwelled here. The peace ...
[EASY] Not again
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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The relentless descent was beginning to take its toll, each step falling heavier and heavier as exhaustion burned through their muscles and the strike of each hoof upon hard, cobbled stone ached dully. Castalla's thoughts spiralled, much like their climb down, and she remained in an uncommonly bad mood, lips clamped shut and expression arranged into something sour. The memories had left a bad taste in her mouth, still tormenting her mind even as she tried to reassure herself that this ...
[EASY] When I say 'jump', you say 'how high'.
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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The group pressed on, Castalla keeping an unrelenting pace despite the dull ache in her foreleg and the blood now crusted to it. Every so often Karlach would cast her a concerned glance, which she would brush off with a tight smile and a quick press to the red mare's side. She'd never been one to dwell on injuries - if she could stand, she could fight and that was all that mattered. The cruel years of her life had bred into her an instinct to hide and deny any weakness, however costly that mi...
[MEDIUM] Please don't open the creepy coffin
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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The gaping passageway loomed before them, shadowy and uninviting, heavy with the dungeon's chilly breath. Since passing through the door beneath the frowning face, the dungeon had barely changed and the question weighed heavily on their minds. What would have happened if they'd gone through the other door? It settled on them by way of a silence almost as deep as the tunnel they delved and the echo of their hooves on the uneven stonework was uncomfortably loud in their ears. As they rou...
[MEDIUM] Imagine how cool an undead companion would be
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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It was often as though the dungeon was sentient, taking pleasure in entrapping those who dared breach it, relishing the coursers who stumbled blindly and second guessed every corner, ever fork in the path. Even the veterans, those who claimed some knowledge of the twisting tunnels and labyrinthian corridors, could find themselves walking in circles or wandering into a peril that they could swear hadn't been there last time.Wolf, Aislinn, Karlach and Castalla seemed to be victims of the ...
[EASY] Sounds like something a frowning rock would say
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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Choking. Gasping. Staggering. Acrid green fills the air, creeping like a ghost through cracks. Stealing breath from lungs, thick as poison. Their hooves stumble. Weak. Unsteady. The scent, vile and unfamiliar, claws its way down their their throats. Worse than rot. Worse than death. Eyes sting. Vision blurs.They blink, but there is no clarity, nothing beyond the creeping haze. Every breath is a struggle. Aching. Burning. Each step is heavier. Swaying. ...
[EASY] Move. Run. Breathe.
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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It had started as a few puddles. Droplets spattering as hooves slapped carelessly upon the pristine surfaces. Then the faint smell of damp permeated the air, growing heavier and heavier as the air grew colder and colder. Soon enough, the group found themselves splashing through water that kissed the tops of their hooves, sending chills creeping up their legs. It grew deeper and deeper until they were wading, the ripples tickling their knees. Autumn had clambered onto Aislinn’s...
[MEDIUM] Heads up
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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Grime and sticky, oozing slime covered all four of the Coursers as they ploughed on through the darkness, glad to be on a flat surface once more. Thankfully, Karlach always carried matches and oil, and soon they were once more bathed in the soft, flickering light of their torches as they followed the meandering path. Aislinn was shivering, more from the lingering adrenaline than from any real chill. Even so, Karlach stayed close to her, hoping her body heat might help. Wolf, usually th...
[EASY] Hey, who turned out the lights
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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The shadows pressed in tighter and tighter on all sides, the gloomy air heavy with damp. Every hoof, echoing a haunting melody upon the cobbled stones, fell into darkness so thick the ground was obscured. Nothing, not even the dancing light of their torches, could pierce the obsidian veil. The whites of Aislinn’s eyes shone in the firelight, her mouth set in grim determination despite her fear. Pity clasped around Castalla’s heart, and she pressed close to the young mare, hoping to...
[EASY] It's going to be ok
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise
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The library opened up around them like the jaws of some ancient, esoteric creature, poised to swallow them whole. Cobwebs clung to stumbling bookshelves, painted an eerie grey by damp and dust, wavering in the tiniest of drafts. Aislinn, doe-eyed and curious, wandered in without thought, lips alighting on book after book as she flitted between them like a dancer, more enthusiastic than she’d been the entire trip through the dungeons. “There must be centuries of knowledge her...
[HARD] The door bears witness
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Castalla// The night was growing increasingly long as the little band found themselves staggering from one peril to the next. Still coughing violently, Castalla sucked in clean air as though it were her dying breath - and perhaps the four of them had just come far too close to that. Yet, as the shadows danced away from the flicker of their torches and the adventurers entered yet another looming...
[EASY] A Tough Skull To Crack
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise, Esk
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Castalla// With their treasure successfully reclaimed and the ruffians chased off, it seemed smart to move their camp, lest they get any more unwelcome visitors. And so they trudged through the dungeon in search of a better spot, bodies aching for rest but determination pushing them on. Fate seemed to have more in store for the group, for no sooner had they entered another room, it began to fil...
[EASY] Not Today, Poison
In Campaigns ・ By Darkrise, Esk
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Castalla// Time was little more than a concept down here in the dungeons, where the only light was the gentle glow of cave mushrooms or the angry shine of lava, where they counted time in rooms discovered or foes encountered. Still, it felt like night, as Castalla’s body ached from their day-long wanderings and her mind slowly guttered like a candle in the wind. She’d grown used to sleeping in the hollowed bones of Kingdom, to makeshi...
[HARD] Don't say I didn't warn you
In Campaigns ・ By Esk, Darkrise
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A world of fire and shadow, the Earthen Furnace almost had Wolf mourning the bioluminescent mushrooms and cold, damp chambers of the Overgrown Caverns. Almost. He still couldn't quite get the sound of buzzing out of his ears after the misadventure with the cave flies. Emberclaw scuttled between him and Phoebe happily, clearly content in their natural environment, while Wolf's breaths came in shallow bursts, the Furnace's heat pressing down on his lungs like a weight. Each intake of air...
[DD2] Do you hear that?
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Darkrise
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Wolf’s hooves clattered a steady rhythm against the ancient stone, the sound echoing through the silence of the Buried Kingdom’s forgotten halls, an ode to the history of man and beast. Age-old dust and the faint, earthy tang of the moss that clung stubbornly to the cold, crumbling walls filled the air. Faint glimmers of light, cast by softly glowing fungi, painted the cavernous passage in hues of emerald, amethyst and sapphire, flickering like distant stars in an ever-dimming sky. ...
[DD1] To eat or not to eat; that is the question
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Darkrise
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The shadow reached with ebon fingers, clawing, stretching, seizing. Now Wolf was theirs, cloaked in darkness, blinking into the wretched maw of oblivion. Gone was the soft gleam of mushrooms, the burning lanterns and torches left by other adventurers. Bewildered and alone, Wolf had investigated too far off the known path; abandoning sense for adventure, caution for recklessness. His heart picked up a wild staccato, hammering against the cage of his chest, drummi...
[DD1] The Swarm
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Darkrise
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Wolf had cast Phoebe but a sidelong glance as the cave’s maw swallowed them whole, plunging their little world into darkness. The shadows crooned to them, whispered promises of adventure, but only if they strayed a little deeper. Their eyes adjusted to the inky tunnel, revealing a rugged path bearing the scars of a thousand hooves, a thousand delvers who had meandered the cavern’s gullet before them, braving danger for the promise of treasure. ...
[DD1] Gala Tea?
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Darkrise
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