"Your family sounds incredibly colorful." Mars mused over Terrence's regailing of his family and their adventures. "I'm almost envious of you for having grown up so entwined with the dungeoneering life style."  Her mismatched eyes glinted in the dim light of the fire they'd set before settling down for the night. The wide, buried plains of the Moor of Sleep stood in stark contrast to the fiery crucible of the Furnace that lay above them. Somehow, despite the grizzly history of this de...

The heat of the levels below the Caverns was already impossible to ignore and Mars had barely begun her descent. The Furnace and all its volcanic offerings lay just ahead, though she knew better than to face this new depth alone. Mars may have been self confident to a fault, but she wasn't an idiot.  Waiting atop a crumbling stone overlook, Terrence stood backlit by the dancing glow of the magma rivers below. His athletic frame perfectly outlined, Mars couldn't help but steal a linger...

Having dissuaded Quintus from hunting the chanfron-armored crab, the question of what would be had at mealtime began to rise within Mars' mind. They could refocus their exploration efforts towards hunting more actively and see what sort of edible monstrosities they could subdue. Mars hummed thoughtfully as she rounded the next corner in the passage they'd been following, absently chatting to Quintus over her shoulder. "We haven't hunted down here before, should we give it a go? Even if...

Deliberate and confident steps struck the cold stone below the fiery-coated courser. Dungeoneering was a natural choice of employment for the decorated General. Mars had fought in countless battles above ground, leading her battalion into the fray of combat and ultimately to victory more times than not. With peace finally established in her homeland, Mars had come here seeking adventure, glory and curiosities that only the deep places of the Earth could provide. The Overgrown Cavern wa...