“Does it ever end?” Jester jumped, hooves skidding briefly on the stone floors as her gaze shot to Dorian. “I don’t know.” The overo hummed in response, the noise apparently catching the ears of Pandora and Rattler. The older Coursers were watching them with equally indecipherable expressions: Jester hadn’t quite figured them out yet. Beside her, Dorian’s step...

One second everything was fine - Rattler and Gambit had actually managed to shift the boulder enough for the gas to be released out into the dungeons where it thinned, dissipating - and the next it was utter chaos. They'd barely had a minute to breathe in the fresh, untainted air before something in the dungeons shifted. Pandora seemed to sense it first, tensing as her ears were immediately put on a swivel. The temperature of the chamber increased though nothing else changed, a tense few minu...

The party had called it quits after a few very successful rooms and a good few loot hauls, opting to take a few days to rest away from the dungeons and regain their strength. The R&R had certainly been needed. Now, they were refreshed - bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take on anything. Pandora could practically feel herself vibrating as she paced just outside the dungeons entrance, the air nearly electrified with the energy she was giving off. The moment Rattler's pale, glea...

Pandora wasn't entirely sure how they came out of those halls unscathed - at one point, the ground literally fell out from under them and she was certain they were going to die. Somehow, she'd gotten herself and Corvus back onto solid land but it had taken some seriously dangerous jumps to get there. She'd been entirely unsure Corvus would even trust her to lead them to safety, but here they were. Standing with the solid ground beneath them, and Gambit's strong shoulder to catch them...

So Corvus had nearly gotten them drowned by a tidal wave of blood and gore that had proceeded to dump them unceremoniously back at the dungeon's entrance, big fuckin' deal. They'd still gotten a cool sword out of it, and it would be a good opportunity to return to their makeshift camp they'd set up earlier in the day and regroup. Now that they knew what to expect from this dungeon, so they could better prepare for the second dive. Besides, Corvus wouldn't have minded a quick nap. Chances were...

Pandora held her breath when Gambit grasped the sword and pulled it free of the skull.. but nothing seemed to happen. A few bones rattled in protest with the effort it had taken, and Pan could hear the shifting of Rattler's hooves at her side. But.. beyond that? Everything was still, still and silent and potent. On one hoof the whole thing was a bit anticlimactic: no monsters roaring to life, no crackling magic.. just. A dead body. Which was a good thing, most likely. Dead was dead and exciti...

Corvus didn't play well with others, so it was anyone's guess as to why she'd responded to the "SEEKING COMPETENT PARTY MEMBERS" call on one of the local job boards. Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was the meager hope that maybe they'd find something good, and then she could leave the rest of the party for dead once she'd taken all the treasure for herself and run. To her surprise, she actually recognized the only stallion of the group. She'd passed the big, dark brute quit...

Home. The word had little meaning until recently for the buckskin Puck, as strange as it might have been to other coursers. Home. A big word, with endless meanings and interpretations. Perhaps, every coursers home was something, or someone, different and there were some overlaps here and there. She did not really know, but she did know that 'home' was a new thing for her. To Pandora, home was not a place - and certainly not the place she'd been birthed, with her parents. Home ...

“Can you see anything?” “I think so?” A pause. “Yes!” “What is it?” “I.. don’t know.” ...

Rattler would have never let it be said that she enjoyed the company of others; she highly preferred the term 'team opportunist'. These horses had banded together out of necessity and convenience, not because they liked each other. It wasn't exactly true, though.. not after she'd begun slowly lo...

Cooperation was, honestly, not a word well-defined in Rattler's rather limited vocabulary. It'd taken months for her to adjust to the friendly presence of another horse at her back, and she was still getting used to the 'togetherness' of traveling with a companion. Moritz, as it was, thankfully ...

Rattler had been standing just above the swarming, buzzing insects for about five minutes now. At first, she'd given this room up for a total loss. There'd been nothing of interest, and not a soul around. It felt like this portion of the dungeon had been picked clean.. all but this particular section. If she were a lesser courser, maybe she could understand why. Big, fat, noisy bugs. Did they bite? Who knew. Her eyes flicked from the thunderous swarm, to what appeared to be some sort...