Alabastard had led the party through several tunnels, the walls growing ever damper and the heraldics behind him growing ever more irritated. Spongy, soggy ground padded their hoof falls and the party was serenaded by the monotonous dripping of moisture as it fell from the ceiling. Next to him, Machiatto padded along, her expression bored and nonchalant. She peeked over her shoulder at the heraldics, who were struggling to keep their footing on the slimy floors.     "I th...

      The exhausted party emerged from the tunnels, led by the surprisingly chipper hired hands. Archibald and Arnold both looked exhausted while Alabastard and Machiatto seemed entirely unphased by the epic trek they'd all been through. Just beyond the bend, they'd find their camp and the two heraldics could rest up for the next phase of the trip.     As the camp came into view, Alabastard noticed something was off about it. He trotted ahead, leaving Machiatto with a weary loo...

      Archibald looked over his shoulder at Arnold, rolling his eyes. "We did not need to hire some brainless goons. We could handle this place on our own," Archibald spat, putting his nose up at the other heraldic. "They're fodder, Archie. If something attacks us, we push them in the way and while it's eating them, we escape completely unharmed," Arnold responded. Archibald squinted a little at his magical.. clone.. brother... thing. It had been a few moons since Arnold had magically em...

Claws pull at yellowThrow your head to see a threatRed eyed rat monster Bucking and spinningGolden boy screaming in painRodent teeth gnashing Slam against stone wallsSmash the rat to bitty piecesStains upon the moss

      Archibald had set out to find some herbs, heading down a tunnel that had plenty of grates to let in the sunlight the plants would need. A while back, he had caught a rather strange scent, something woodsy and wild. He felt compelled to follow the scent, imagining it to be a chamber overflowing with magical herbs. Archibald's pet, a floating eyeball which refused to leave him, trailed behind and stared curiously at the various vines and mosses the two passed along the way. The eyeba...

Enter the low tonesDropping hooves upon fungusTapped combinations Try mushroom rhythmsNotes allign with nearby scrawlPaintings on the walls Stones bearing symbolsSymbols show the way to strikeMusic frees the secret

  Archibald entered the chamber and took a long indignant look around, This trip into the dungeons had been fruitless and now he found himself in some kind of dusty musty hovel. Archibald had found a strange, weirdly affectionate floating eyeball in a gutted treasure room a while back and he watched as the thing flew from his side and up to the top of a nearby wall. Archibald lifted his head to look up at what seemed to be a horse's skull, wreathed in old long dead vines, strings of sparklin...