Moritz and I walked through the Moor, our heads low from exhaustion, even Screech just clinging onto my mane, without the energy to fly. I looked at Moritz, who was so clearly born to be an adventurer. He hadn’t ever told me this, but when I was doing my research on who to contract to accompany me, I’d heard that Moritz had once said that he couldn’t live without diving into the dungeons. You could see it in his body, in the way he held himself, and for the way that his eyes lit up as s...

To be perfectly honest at some level Hymmn knew te was very stupid. Yes, te was absolutely the luckiest horse in the area but didn’t require a working brain. That just required luck.  So when Hymmn fell for Maelstrom it was head over heels and made te act like the stupidest horse around.  Maelstrom was huge. She absolutely towered above Hymmn in every aspect. More exper...

Screech held up a scrap of fabric, tattered and bloodied long ago. This was the fifth or sixth one we’d found – I forget which. Every single one of them had the same sigil on them – a pentacle with two Courser’s on it. Both Coursers were biting each other in the neck. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what that was supposed to symbolise. I looked over at Moritz, who walked over to take a look. Screech rotated it so that Moritz could see the sigil properly. I raised an ey...

I hated this place. I hated the constant fog, the constant chill, I hated forced to bring Moritz with me every time I came down here. But after my previous searches had proven fruitless, I had no choice but to keep returning until I found what I needed. It didn’t help that this place was just so big. We were currently stood on a massive battlefield, that was littered with bones of every shape and size. There were crows all over this damn field. I was glancing over each skeleton on ...

I strode along the fog covered moor, Moritz a constant shadow following behind. Bones and skull lay absolutely everywhere, littering the path until you had to pick your path carefully. The constant fog was getting annoying. I’d prefer full blown rain over this constant wet mist. I kept walking until I realised that mine were the only hoofbeats I could hear. I turned round, and saw that Moritz had stopped a little way back, staring at something on the ground. Mildly curious, and filled with ...

Striding ahead into the dungeon, Moritz just a step behind me, I thought again about how frustratingly hot it is on this level. Ridiculous dungeon, but I'd heard rumours that the item I needed could be found here. As I walked, the floor began to feel almost.. spongy? I looked down, and my eyes widened as I realised that the floor had cracks appearing in it around my hoofprints, lava seeping out of them to head directly for my hooves. I began to sprint, without a thought for Moritz...

I strode along the passageway, Moritz just half a step behind me. I was filled with fury that I had to bring him along – and pay him, no less – but at the very least he was silent. When the idiotic guard at the entrance of the dungeons had refused to let me enter without a guide, I had snarled at him and then taken a look at all the mercenary’s who were accepting contracts. Out of the bunch, Moritz was the only one who I thought I might be able to deal with. Known for being absolutely s...