Tuesday and Nîmes discussed the matter of the coursers on the dungeon tiles for quite some time, examining each tile closely and considering their placement throughout the room. Evangeline listened to them talk with growing restlessness. “So have you figured out the puzzle yet?” “Well, we think that maybe the direction each courser is pointing indicates a path around...

Evangeline rears up slightly, startled by the strange scraping noise coming from inside the walls as she steps on one of the engraved tiles. She steps back off of the tiles. Tuesday steps forwards to stand next to her, bending down to examine the place Evangeline had just stepped. “I think there’s some kind of mechanism in the walls. It’s probably a way to open the path ahead - a secret door of some kind.” Tuesday says, her voice level. She swishes her tail. Aeneid watch...

The heat of the furnace wasn't something Chaitivel ever thought he'd get used to. He almost preferred his singular experience in the Moor to this, even if it had been the most desolate place he'd ever ventured to. Though he had not been alone there, the gravity had felt crushing. So, surely, a return to a much more "lively" place should've been some sort of a reprieve. Of course, it wasn't. At least he wasn't alone. Though, the mare who accompanied him was... well. Rather lackin...

"I am absolutely not going in there!" Chaitivel plants his hoof firmly on the ground, clearly displaying his unwillingness to go forward with this. He's willing to do quite a lot of things so long as there's someone else with him, but the eerie nature of what lies before him just makes him want to crawl out of this dungeon whether his current partner wanted to leave or not. And could you blame him? If you were to take a single look at the gaping maw that lay before them both, ...