Nightshade awkwardly holds her head high as she struggles to push through the water, even though she doesn’t really have to; it’s already just about up to Beryl’s withers, and she is a much shorter horse than Nightshade, but she has this sinking feeling it’s only going to get higher before her adventuring party makes it through this dank, horrible cistern. Artemis clings tightly to the grullo Courser’s back; the little drake has buried her green snout ...

The adventuring party cautiously enters the next chamber, and are greeted first by the soft, pleasant crunch of dry sand beneath their hooves. Nightshade tries her best to tune out the tension lingering between the team of Coursers, but despite her best efforts, it’s proving to be quite the distraction. Beryl, the champagne mare, almost feels like they think they’re better than everyone else in the team; granted, Nightshade can’t exactly say she’d defini...

Falcon nudges some abandoned barding around with a single cream hoof, trying not to think of why its original owner, whoever they were, may have left their gear behind in the first place. If the armour were in bad shape, he’d be inclined to think that the Courser it belonged to probably figured it was weighing them down more than anything, but… it definitely still looks usab...

Falcon impatiently knocks on the smooth shell before him, glaring at it all the while. He’d initially thought it was just a boulder, but his brother had pointed out the spiralling ridges all around it, and the slime at its base; what’s actually blocking their passage is an absolutely massive snail....