Everyone had their brains and their brawn. You had to have smarts to find the way. You had to have muscle to pave the path for that way. While Icarus considered himself both smart and strong, as these were qualities any knight to boot should have, he felt his role in their party was simply too unique to pass up. Brains: Achimedes. Brawn: Diomedes. Charm, of course, had to fall to Icarus. Those morons wouldn't know charm, charisma, the ability to work th...

"Damn it, no!" "Icarus!" Before Icarus's hooves could gain any air from the stone floor, launching himself after the piece of parchment as it sputtered out from the leather pack strewn about, a sharp pain starting at the mane then lanced through his entire body in a jolt. All momentum lost upon being yanked back forcefully by that grip - which turned out to be Dio's teeth sunk firm into the hairs - and Icarus went stumbling back the other way towards safety. Not of his ...

The deeper they ventured into the dungeon, the darker it grew. The air grew thick with the smell of damp stone and ancient dust, the only sound the soft echo of their hooves on the cold ground. As they set up camp for the night in a cavernous alcove, Diomedes, ever eager to be at the forefront of any challenge, lay down in his usual haphazard manner. His usual bravado had begun to fade, replaced with a quiet unease. Tyffyn had already settled beside him, her body relaxed, though her wa...

Diomedes charged down the narrow, dimly lit corridor, his hooves pounding the stone floor. His muscles rippled with every step, his head held high as he neighed confidently, “Ain’t no dungeon too big for me, Tyffyn! I’m gonna crush whatever’s down here!” He took a sharp turn and skidded to a stop in front of a massive stone door, the size of a small castle gate. It was thick, covered in strange markings, and completely untouched by time. Tyffyn trotted beh...

  With a deafening buzz, as cloud of cave bugs flies in your face! AHHH! How did you disturb the swarm? What do you do now?   Diomedes shook his head vigorously, hooves stomping in panic as the cloud of bugs buzzed around his face. "By the gods! What is THAT?!" he swung his head left and right, trying to swat at the buzzing swarm with his large hooves, his mane flailing wildly as he backed away slowly, body tensing with alarm. "I di...

"Oh, rats . . ." "Uh, those are bats." "Do you ever shut your mouth, Dio?" The trio stood frozen amidst the great hall of stone, only halfway through what ruins had half-eroded into a dark cavern over time in a great maw yawning around them. It was only by lanternlight they could traverse through this stretch, so, naturally, none of them thought to look up until they reached this far in. It was Icarus who thought he could hear.. something. Soft tittering, or ski...

Of all the art he's come across in the Dungeons, Icarus felt as though this was the most perplexing. There was that holy (or cursed) room of water with grand displays of Coursers that looked much like them, he has found dilapidated sculptures (mainly left in ruins with barely a hoof and face left to identify them), yet finding an undisturbed skull in the Caverns was strange enough to bring Icarus to a halt. "Dio!" When the great brute didn't stop, Icarus stomped his hoof down on the st...

Back when he was doing his dives below ground solo, Icarus quite often, and quite unfortunately, forgot to pack the proper provisions to make his journey last half as long as he intended. He would always tough it out at first, trodding onward and downward to make the trip something worthwhile. How could he return without loot, an epic monster tale, or even one new thing to lug back to the surface? No, he wouldn’t be caught dead with absolutely nothing to show for his adventures. The ...