"But what is it?"  Dahlia stood before the gaping, empty eye socket of a massive unknown thing. For a second they all thought the thing might come to life, as so many Courser skeletons had done in shallower chambers, but after an extended pause of tight-held breath they heard... nothing. The skeleton did not twitch, did not glow. This one, it seemed, was precisely what it appeared to be. An ancient beast slain by the strike of a single massive blade to the brow. Da...

Daybreak had never known home, in the way the other delvers oft discussed it. A familiar place of warmth and comfort to which one could reliably return, perhaps shared with those who were dearest in the world. The world Daybreak always knew was not warm, nor familiar, nor comforting, and certainly was not safe. Daybreak was the spawn of the dungeons themselves, and so there was nothing unusual to them about encountering bloodthirsty treasure-thieves who marked no differenc...

That voice... they'd all heard it a dozen times, now, shrill with fear and sourceless. Taunting. The first couple of delves after the disappearances of Cyneric's loyal knight and Jasmine's dearest friend, every hint of a scream in the distance had sent them careening through the halls in a harried search. They never found so much as a hair of either of their friends. Now, they knew better than to chase the dungeon's voices. It wasn't worth getting lost in search of ghosts-- and the...

"So? Think it's safe, Darling?"  Daybreak knew the answer without asking, which was good. The young drake coiled around their neck never said much. Or anything, actually. Sometimes Daybreak could make some sense of her chirps and whirls and excitable wing-flapping, but in the end the tongues of Coursers were not meant for whatever language the dragons sang, and neither the tongues of dragons for a Courser's words. They still nodded sagely along with the series of tiny clicks...