Citrine was still blindly running when a voice called out to her.  "Hey! Are you in danger?"  "Yes! I think so! I don't know!" She replied, coming to a dusty, skidding halt. She looked around wildly for the voice and found, thankfully, another courser. He was a pale brown and brindled - had she heard of an adventurer like this before? Maybe. She couldn't think straight.  "Come on," he called, beckoning her toward some kind of doorway. "You can come with me this way. I'...

The vegetation cluttering the dungeon only grew thicker as Citrine continued her descent. The air was getting warmer, more humid, as she went, but it was almost pleasant in a tropical sort of way. She stopped several times to examine a particularly interesting flower or leaf that broke through the stone.  She was busy examining one such plant when something heavy dropped from above and landed on her back with a foomf. She startled, rearing with a shout, but whatever it was h...

The smoke dissipated shortly after Citrine entered the dungeon, leaving her a little panicked. There was nothing but her and the sound of her hooves as they clacked against the stone floor. But she'd made it through the first step. She had started her first adventure.  The farther she walked down the narrow tunnel, the more greenery began to pop up. Determined vines slithered through the cracks in the stone. Bushy weeds grew up from between the cobblestone. The occassional mysterious ...

Citrine stood outside the entrance to the dungeon, near-paralyzed by fear. She'd never done this before. She didn't even know an adventurer. Her parents were basic shopkeeps, and the wares in their store were nowhere near interesting enough for an adventurer to wander into. Not an obvious adventurer, at least.  So why was she here? Citrine may not have met an adventurer, but she sure had heard about them. The latest feats of the local band of stalwart Coursers was the mornin...