Lancelot was travelling around the Furnace, heading towards a cavern where he'd heard other Coursers gossip about treasure protected by a beast. He figured that he could try to defeat the beast and gather some more money but if not, he could always fall back, no harm in backing out when you know that continuing would only get you hurt or worse. As he travelled, blackened vines started to coat the dungeon walls all around him, making a sickening mirage of a hedge tunnel. He ventured through fu...

Lancelot ran from the pit that was calling him down narrow entryways and over steppingstone laden rivers until he found himself in a very large cavern. He didn't recognise where he was and he was struggling to remember what routes he had taken. He mentally berated himself for getting lost, the dungeons had been so well-documented with so many maps almost ever Courser could find one if they wanted and carvings in the walls to show what directions to go in for certain areas. It was almost comic...

Lancelot stalked forward through the cavern until he felt a pull towards a certain location. He followed it, although he was cautious about it until he reached a hole in the floor of the cavern. He looked down, facing its yawning mouth of pure, uninterrupted blackness. The draw was still there, like an invisible string trying to pull him down, down, down. Lance started tipping over the edge slightly, rocks sloughing off from the ledge under him and dropping into the gaping void. The no...

Lancelot's journey through the dungeon so far had been uneventful, he hadn't seen a friend nor foe as of yet, the most interesting thing to have happened was the crawling moss dripping dungeon juices onto his back. He marched onwards, trying to ignore the dripping even though whatever was in the water was making it stick to his coat in a way he couldn't shake it off. As he continued, occasionally shaking his neck, he stumbled slightly sideways onto something squishy under-hoof. A loud ...

Lancelot paced at the entrance to the cavern, looking uncertainly into the yawning cave mouth. Hanging vines and moss covered the entrance, obscuring his view of what was ahead of him. It was his first ever dive and his confidence brought him this far, he just needed to step a little further. Since he'd never been down before he had very little equipment with him, needing to do the dives to get more or at least some coin to buy something. His typical level-headedness was challenged as ...