Somewhere several feet behind him, Corvus nattered away to Tiamaat and Nocturnalia, regaling them with embellished retellings of past adventures she and Gambit had embarked on. The grullo dun couldn’t help but roll his eyes, glad to be in the front of the pack so he could make all the faces he wanted without being chastised by the roan. Sure, they’d been in some perilous, high-adrenaline situations throughout their dive campaigns, and had met some rather… colorful explorers alo...

From the second the ticking clockwork mechanism came into view under the light of their torches, Corvus knew it was a trap. She barely had the time to mutter, “Oh, shit,” before a final click! resounded through the corridor, and then the party was blanketed in a suffocating silence – one that felt hours long, even though, realistically, only a few seconds had passed. The four coursers glanced uneasily as each other in those few seconds, and Corvus found herself holding h...

Gambit had had enough of his camp being raided for one lifetime. Why did it seem that, every single time he signed up for a campaign group, their base of operations ended up with a handful of ne’re-do-wells rifling through their belongings while they were out doing hard work in the dungeons? Not that he wasn’t confident in his abilities to chase off a couple of thieves – half the time they ended up running the moment they saw the cleaver mounted on his back (and it was partially ...

The Furnace had been exhausting. The unearthly heat sapped your strength quickly, clouding your judgment and threatening to dehydrate if you weren’t careful. Heat exhaustion happened often in the second level; that was something Terrence had drilled into her from the start. For all his confidence, it was clear that even he respected the dangers of the Furnace, which was probably he -- unfortunately -- came as highly recommended for it as he did. The Moor of Sleep was proving to be ex...

Nocturnalia hadn't had her Level Two certification from the Courser Guild for longer than a day before she was already diving into the next dungeon, starting the cycle all over again. Sure, she could finally freely explore the Furnace on her own, without the oppressive presence of Terrence looming nearby, but when she’d realized that there was now more available to her beyond it, she’d found herself craving the new unknown instead. The Moor of Sleep found her in a similar ...

Even if she understood the requirement for a guild certification in order to enter any of the dungeons beyond the Overgrown Caverns (legally, anyway), Nocturnalia couldn’t help loathing the need for it, solely because it meant accompanying Terrence. Not that he’d been the only option. There were plenty of other mercenaries that offered their time and expertise to fledgling divers, but Terrence happened to come as the most heavily recommended for the Earthern Furna...

Noct felt that the dungeons had always had a sense of life, like they were as much of a breathing organism as she was (just on a much larger scale). The Earthern Furnace, somehow, felt moreso. From the moment she’d set hoof within the caverns of magma, something about the furnace had felt alive, as if the lava itself nurtured everything here. In a way, it felt sort of like a hellish womb, though, at the moment, it didn’t seem like the creatures it bore were capable of emer...