Marley wasn't exactly your average horse. He wasn't one for galloping or even adventuring, rather she was a beautiful scholar only interested in rare and beautiful things. Though.. what she found beautiful was anyone's guess.. On his previous expedition with a young stallion called Ghost, he had found a rather beautiful pet. A fire elemental he had managed to coax out of hiding, with a few shiny gold coins. Seems the pet was just as vein as its master..  To Marley, he had no home. Not...

Nightshade hangs her head as she walks through the disgusting passageway, and she constantly has to shake herself to rid her mane and pelt of the sticky substance that seems to coat the entire ceiling. Not only that, but the floor is covered in the same gunk, and even the air they breathe feels almost *wet*. Her party's torches can barely pierce the thick haze, so nobody can really see where they're going; or for that matter, what the sticky substance they're de...

It was certainly strange, accepting a strangers request to team up together.. he had packed his gear and Poppy was nestled happily in her satchel bag ready to explore. Dalma was their name, a strange horse who turned up out of the blue and asked for an escort through the fiery second floor of the dungeon. It wasn't uncommon to request escorts, but.. strange. He really had wanted to press the horse about why exactly they were so desperate to go to the upper floor. Weird creature..  "St...

Ghost and Desmond had been wandering through the fiery tunnels of the second level dungeon for a while now, finding little to nothing as they went.. a few coins here and there, mostly just loose change that people had dropped in a hurry. Their luck seemed to get even worse when Desmond tripped and accidentally fell, dropping their lunch into a magma pit.. Ghost definitely gave him a scolding for that one, Poppy covering her ears with her paws as usual to try block out their squabbles. ...

      Ghost.. didn’t believe in dragons. The dungeon was full of creepy and wonderful things, sure, but he had never once seen one in his years of dungeon delving. Not him, not Desmond. And Desmond has a wild imagination as it is-   Needless to say when Logue requested Ghost’s help on the upper scorching floor to look for a pet dragon? Yeah. He...

      Ghost and Desmond had been trotting through the vast dungeon for what seemed like an eternity.. The cold stone underneath their hooves was honestly uncomfortable to walk on at the very least, the surface bumpy and uneven. Definitely not Ghost’s cup of tea to spend such a nice sunny day, but hey when adventure calls.. Well. That, and knowing his fearless leader Desmond would manage to make a huge mess ...