Following a trail illuminated by his simple lantern Dread trudges further into the dungeon. Around every corner there was some new and exciting sight or sound. A small creek over here,  a gathering of colorful slimes over there. There was so much flora and fauna different from what he’d grown up with on the surface. This was where he was meant to be, but there was one thing missing. Stopping by the water Dread rests his lantern on the rocks. As he takes a sip...

Adventure. It was the one thing that had always been on his mind. Since Dread was a fresh faced colt he had grown up listening to stories of great explorers. He was the village’s child. An unintentional born of spilt blood, mixed at random, in some forgotten conflict. Born without purpose he was driven to make himself known. Sure there were local caves, forests, and waterways, but all were thoroughly explored. Now today was the day he was beginning his true ch...