A dull, resounding thunk echoed throughout the library. The last of the books was pinned to the library wall with a weak flutter of two covers. It ripped itself free in a rain of torn pages and, now unable to fly, the magic cut out. The book thumped upon the wooden planks. As one, Reaper, Thunderstepper, Helissent and Twix breathed a very long, relieved sigh. The party began to take stock of themselves.  “We’re good.” Twix sighed. They rose to all four hooves and...

Dungeon diving was always a risk. All the same, it was also an adjustment all the way around, especially for new adventurers. Those often had the worst too. Still attached to how the surface world worked, how it was supposed to work according to them. And therefore they often fought with changing their worldview when in the dungeon nothing acted like it. Mostly. Gravity was still gravity; up was up and down was down. But there were hellhounds, ghosts, long dead ...

The dungeon’s first real challenge Reaper, Thunderstepper, Helissent and Twix found themselves in on their first campaign was a pretty small one. They did have the misfortune of being covered in slime, as sticky droppings kept, well. Dropping from the ceiling, but it was an easy one, and that was for all four of them very, very pleasant. Though, once again…Helissent felt they could do without the slime. Step, step...

Helissent turned the hourglass and sat down next to the pool. With a quiet scoff to herself for almost forgetting to do it, she stretched out her legs, front and back one at the time. The quiet here was nice. Back in the days where she was, well. Invisible to her family, Helissent wished to be seen. Now that they knew about her diving and had seen her discoveries she wished it was no longer so. A part of her, that orp...

A clear ping rings through the cavern. Surprised at the sudden note and quickly growing very intrigued, Helissent pressed her hoof against the fungi again. The same, soft note played again. She laughed at it. Behind her, Thunderstepper and Reaper cautiously stepped into the cavern, their eyes widening as they took in the cavern. The walls were glowing, alive with a soft blue bio...

The overgrown caverns can be a mesmerizing place. Spend too much time in the dungeon, in the Overgrown Caverns, and one can easily lose track of time or their surroundings if they are not careful. Staring down at her hoof wedged between two crevices, Helissent knew that too. Even though she was ashamed of admitting it to herself, she knew that she was and had not been doing that. It was the biggest reason that she got into this nasty situation in the first place...

Walking down the first floor after you have seen the second tends to shift your perspective of it. As in, it soon feels like any dive on the first floor was the easiest adventure you have ever done. Nothing happened- nothing noteworthy, at least. This day the small party trekked through the first floor without incident too. And the deeper Helissent, Reaper and Thunderstepper ventured, the more they saw. There was even...

This day in the dungeon had started off decently enough for Helissent. A good meal of water and rations, no monster attacks. Less monsters seemed to appear the closer she got to the surface. Shivering something fierce at another gust of wind Helissent hoped that the winds here would disappear soon. She stomped a hoof against the floor. The bitter cold of this floor was something strange to her summer coat that feebly ...

The bug screeched. The sound reverberated around the cabin, so loud and acrid Helissent reared back on instinct. She hated bugs and bats. A giant one was a bit too much. But before she could actually panic over a gigantic millipede a warm body slammed into her. She stomped her hooves down upon the carapace and felt another pair do the same. “Sergeant,” Theon shouted in her flattened ears. “Keep your eyes on the ...