Once they had determined that the screams were a trick of their minds, it became a lot easier to ignore them. The first few minutes it still gave Sovereign’s heart a little jolt to think someone might need saving, but after a while they faded to nothing, as though whoever or whatever had tried to trick them had realized the effort was futile and they were wasting their time.    Sovereign looked to his compa...

Coronet barreled down the mucky halls, slipping and sliding as he ran. Every once in a while, he’d call out to the injured Courser, hoping for a reply. “Let us know where you are!” He’d wait several heart beats as he sped through the treacherous muck. No response came. Beyond the incessant screaming all he could hear were his other party members in the halls. Was the slime muffling the response? Was the Courser in so much pain they couldn’t form words ...

  The slimy, gooey, dark slide broadened as it whisked the horses lower and lower in the fetid dungeon. The pervasive scent of wet rot, decaying plants and long abandoned places got thicker and thicker until it was hard to breathe. The tilted stone slide ended abruptly, in a slick chamber coated with thick, clinging ooze. Coronet tumbl...

Sovereign was feeling pretty good about this new team. Or maybe he was just feeling good about not having Fetch trailing behind him, repeating everything he said. Either way, he was optimistic.    At least, he was optimistic until the dungeon rapidly began to get danker and more… unsanitary. The air was so thick with humidi...

The Coursers were firmly back to back, battling the enchanted books with all their might. Ancient, brittle pages and dust filled the air. And the screams of the books themselves, reading whatever was on their pages at the highest pitch and volume. Fortune felt a bubble of panic rising within her. Each book she managed to knock down it seemed like three more pelted into her. She was beginning to feel more than a little battered, and didn't think her companions were fairing any better than she ...

Battered, but not destroyed, by the ghost fight in the colosseum, Sovereign led the party back into the stony, cold halls of the dungeon. Fetch chittered mindlessly behind him about floating and otherworlds, which he assumed had something to do with what they’d just faced, but it was all kinds...

 Fortune firmly stepped on the graven tile with the strange loopy markings and the whirr of the machine picked up. Ancient gears ground against each other, and the wall in front of the party started to shake and vibrate. Flecks of decaying stone and dust were tossed airborne as the formerly flush stones parted. Terrence shouldered past ...