Urraca wouldn't be fooled into venturing outside during the Harvest Moon. Color her skeptical, perhaps even paranoid, but she'd experienced enough in the dungeons to know when the air felt off... And she wanted no part of it now. Crimson beams of moonlight cascaded from the sky, painting the entire kingdom in a swath of blood. It unsettled her to her core and left her feeling frazzled and jumpy. Urraca drew all the curtains in her quaint home. The woven cotton did little to halt the ee...

Off all of the levels she’d read about, Urraca felt most elated to explore the Overgrown Caverns. Perhaps it was her appreciation for plant life, having a successful but quaint garden back at her home. Being surrounded by greenery while under the Buried Kingdom balmed any apprehension that she may bolster. Ferns tickled her legs as she passed by and it brought a simper to her lips. Despite being in the dungeon the air held a freshness to it, surely due to the abundance of greenery. S...

Thanks to Roxanne observations, the unlikely fellowship managed to slip through the constricting walls without an issue. There was an uneasiness settling upon them. Urraca's already quiet nature further subdued, and Roxanne seemed all the more flighty. The unintroduced ether mare, however, was calm. Her expression was devoid of any traces, a deadpan that didn't reach up to her mercurial eyes. They seemed all knowning, dug into your soul the minute she looked at you, and despite the silence th...

Ingimar wasn't sure how he got in this situation. Somehow, he'd managed to find himself stuck in the dungeons with these three woman, and one of them was of no help at all. Honestly, Malovia made him uncomfortable. Between her phantasmal hand doing all the work for her, her lack of saddle bags, and not to mention the fact she hadn't said a word, he kept a wide breadth from her. Rather, he kept to Urraca's side. There was a kindness in her that Ingimar felt comfortable with, though the idea of...