Callahan knows the dungeons inside and out. She had wandered the shallow levels of tunnels  her whole life, even when she was just little filly. It was easier to get gold down there in the belly of the earth, than right under the watchful noses of venders in a marketplace.  Though, that had never stopped her before. Brave Callahan! The sneakiest thief, the unassuming filly with bows in her ma...

[AMBIENCE] After the perilous end to the first expedition, searches went out to find more entrances to the dungeon. It was rare that there was ever only _one,_ and even then, they tended to move and warp without a logical explanation. But wherever they were once, they’ll sur...

Denver had been delving into the labyrinthian ruins on his own more and more lately, finding that he was a little more capable than he’d first expected when it came to traversing the mysterious depths. He thought he’d preferred the company of others, an ear to chatter to or at least a quiet but reassuring presence to fall back on when things got hairy, but the quiet was nice too- the distant drip drip drip...

At some point in her lonesome walk, the stone bricks has shifted into smooth reddish stone. Callahan payed it no mind The dungeons didn’t obey the laws of the world above, they only obeyed their own rules. Callahan liked it that way. She only obeyed her own rules. The stone blocks of the walls faded away, replaced by enormous boulders, the regular shape of the halls shifting into something more like a crack in the earth. Callahan had seen much of this underworld, but this was ...

The underground is full of treasure, full of riches. Maybe that’s why Callahan likes it down here. It’s an easy job for a thief. She has burgled her worth in golds and jewels and old leather tack that has turned hard with the ages from these ancient dungeons. Though, she’d never been one to wear her glittering treasures herself. She always found someone to pass it off to, her brother or merchants or whoever else was willing to trade a warm meal for the inedible garbage she had dr...

Callahan didn’t get lonely, deep in the underground. The steady plink, plink, plink of distant dripping water echoed to the same rhythm as the clop, clop, clop of her hooves on the cobblestones. What a feat of building, the dungeons are. Callahan could always appreciate that. The floor arched up, smooth stone bricks became uneven cobblestones became mossy boulders that she had to focus not to slip on. One wrong step could cause her great injury. Callahan was ...