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...

Beryl marches dutifully through the moss-lined cave she’s found herself in, stubbornly tuning out the otherworldly whispers echoing all around her. The green-eyed Courser trained herself long ago to always be listening to every little thing happening around her, so she’s ruled out any possibility that these voices might just be a figment of their imagination; as convenient as it would be if she could believe that they were, Beryl can tell the difference betw...