Limestone gave a final great push and stumbled out of the passageway into a large open room.   Magna followed quickly, also struggling a bit with the close quarters.   Sable, with Fird on her heels came through easily, spinning around to face back down the hall they had just run from. At the very end, a great darkness in the shape of a courser pawed at the ground before snorting and disappearing into wisps of shade.   Sable and Fird sat down hard o...

“Hey loser, I need some stuff.” Merrix, the Gyre Sphynx Sable and her roommates had encountered a few weeks ago called from their loft.   The beast had well and truly settled in, carving their own nook in the ceiling and extending it into the bluff the courser’s home was at the bottom of. Honestly, Sable wasn’t sure how big the space was, Merrix could fly and therefore there were no steps or even a ladder to get up to their space. Instead, they had installed a bunch of ...

The howl of the Gyre Sphynx echoed in Sable’s ears as the being leaped forward at him. He could feel as the outstretched claws rip open his left shoulder, clawing down his chest.   Behind him, the other coursers in the party let out wails of pain simultaneously as wounds, exact the same as Sable’s, slash open on their own bodies.   A whimper leaves Fird as the sphynx slides back across the floor in a defensive crouch.   “You fools,” it hiss...

A light haze hung in the air before the party of coursers. They had entered another large hallway that once more had a theme of large soaring arches. Unlike the last hall, this one was more of a circular shape, the arches met in the middle of the roof, creating an eight-pointed star, like a spider web. In between each beam of the arches, the slightly curved ceiling had barely noticeable artwork. The actual depictions couldn’t be deciphered from where Fird was standing though. ...

Fird squinted at another spectre in the clearing of the Harvester. The human ghost glared at the courser and promptly faded out of sight. The courser gave a great sigh looking down at his sketchbook. All of the strange anthropomorphic ghosts and spirits that wandered around the Harvester’s (home? Place of business?? Hm. He’ll have to think on that.) ‘abode’ were generally called ‘restless’ spirits for a reason. None of them would stay still for him! The...

Magna glared at the stream on the floor of the dungeon. The water did not glare back. In fact, the water did very little beyond continuing to flow, and glitter in a full rainbow spectrum. Magna narrowed his eyes to strengthen his glare. Once more, it did absolutely nothing to the stream. Finally, the courser gave a snort in exasperation and tossed his head. Squish, Magna’s tiny snail that had been sliming along Magna’s lower jaw nearly lost its attachmen...

Four coursers walked through a great hall, massive archways overhead echoed both on the path forward and back, into an impenetrable gloom. Even knowing that they had only been walking for a few minutes, and that they had not taken any turns, the doorway the party had entered through was already lost far behind them. So far the journey had been easy physically, even if Limestone would complain later about all the flat stone hurting their hooves. Even the pets of the coursers had dropped...

It seems like the other horses are a bit… bad… at finding strange symbols embedded in rocks. It’s pretty clear what is added after the rock was already formed and what wasn’t. The rocks weren’t even that badly weathered! Sure some of the symbols were broken, but honestly Limestone had expected at least Magna, who was a bit of a weirdo about codes and such, to be able to find them, but at this point, out of the eight symbols to find, Limestone had found FIVE. Finally all four ...

“Okay, okay, I see something… blue!” Sable said with a smile, the courser trying to keep the mood up until something actually happened. Sable had the most successful experience in the dungeon, and knew that keeping spirits up was important. 

Fird hummed. “Is it… Cave moss?” He asked. “Nope!”

 “Ooh!” Limestone skipped to keep up with the other two. “Is it… Squish’s shell?” Fird glanced at the fourth horse’s pet tiny snail. The...

Sable was willing to admit it, she was a shallow horse.   She liked going into the dungeons with her bird and getting cool stuff. It wasn’t always money; she wasn’t picky with what she got from her dives as long as she was able to find something.   As it was, Sable was the first of his family to actually do any dungeon diving. He had been a late foal of his mother and had left the family fairly young.   At the time, he had been interested in an...