It was just a kid, this time. Quiet, but reckless. The mimic had almost been too much for the boy to handle, fortunately another courser had sent the S.O.S. signal, and even more fortunate, Braum had not been far away. It was a simple enough task to kill the creature. It was not so simple to handle the boy.   “I’m fine.” The kid, Banagher, had protested, but Braum knew when someone was at th...

As hooves come into contact with the verdant depths of the mossy caverns, a horse stares out into an unfamiliar yet promising land. Coursers. Legends speak of how, in an age before, they were created to traverse this very dungeon. There was an intrinsic bond between the locale and the beast — a bond many took on with open arms. To traverse the dungeon was to live up to your own history. But what if history differed from most? For as long as there have been legends of coursers ...

It was the first dive of many for Banagher — his arrival to the Buried Kingdom a mere moon ago was finally bearing the fruit he so desperately sought. Down in the dungeons is where he could finally make his mark; one not of glory and honor, and certainly not of riches. The mark upon his brow thrums. Was it just his imagination? Or was it something more? The dungeons were fantastical. Mystical, even. He had heard plenty of tales from travelers about what the realm below could b...