I don't live underground like some of the more...robust coursers do. Even if it appealed to me, I don't think I could hack it. I can barely stand spending one night down there-- surrounded by monsters, breathing in the most dubious quality of air you can imagine... My home is surrounded by trees and hills and flowers, and the air is heavenly. Especially after coming back from a dungeon dive. It smells like all the flowers that grow wild there. And the most dangerous creatures ar...

Hokhono could have sworn it was still daytime outside, and yet the chamber she stands in is positively silvery with moonlight pouring in from the crack in the ceiling. The crack is small; how can so much moonlight even pass through it? And still more troubling are the grotesque piles of naked bones. ...

Hokhono is so, so grateful that no one is here to see this: Their hoof, caught in a great ugly crack in the stone beneath them. Their panicked expression and darting eyes. Their awkward, juddering attempts to wiggle their way free. All so embarrassing. This is worse than having to fight a slime, they think, as they grunt and hiss with frustration. Wiggle, wiggle…nothing. They almost scream from sheer annoyance, before tossing their head ...