Dungeon Dives

Literature
The tower loomed ahead, leaning precariously like a wounded beast in the moonlight. Diomedes eyed it with a mix of eagerness and trepidation. “Well, that doesn’t look so bad,” he said, puffing out his chest. “Couple of stairs, a little balancing act—easy.”   Tyffyn glanced at him, her expression calm but tinged with amusement. “And if those ‘couple of stairs’ give way under your hooves? What then?”   “Then I catch myself, obviously,” D...
[DD3] Broken Parapet
By hearteater ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The two Coursers rested in a shallow alcove, the faint glow of Tyffyn’s lantern casting soft golden light over the cold stone walls. The dungeon stretched on in every direction, silent and brooding, but for now, it was still. Tyffyn sat calmly, her worn saddle bags arranged neatly beside her, while Dragon lay nearby, his head resting on his crossed forelegs. His amber eyes were distant, unfocused, as if staring at something far beyond the rocky confines around them. “You’ve alway...
[DD3] Dungeon's Call
By hearteater ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The glimmer of the amulet caught Diomedes’ eye, reflecting the faint light of the dungeon’s bioluminescent fungi. He held it high, letting the intricate engraving catch the full gleam. “Ha! Would you look at that, Tyffyn? Another relic of my inevitable greatness!” He puffed his chest out as he admired the artifact. Tyffyn raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she stepped closer. The amulet was finely crafted, with an emblem etched into its golden surface—an intricat...
[DD3] Family Artifact
By hearteater ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The dungeon’s grip extended far beyond its walls, and tonight it wrapped itself tightly around Dragon’s mind. He lay still, his body rigid as the dreams pulled him into a realm that felt both foreign and unnervingly familiar. The air was heavy, the kind of weight that pressed into his chest and made him struggle for breath. He stood in a world where the sky hung low, the color of old parchment scorched at the edges. Before him stretched a path of jagged stones that seemed to form u...
[DD3] Dragon Dreams
By hearteater ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The climb back down off the tower was a sombre one, Sorrel considering just how much of the moor was scarred by wars long since fought, won and lost. Tyffyn had a similar kind of silence to her, though it was, overarching, a companionable sort of quiet. Softly, in a voice that would be easily missed if Sorrel hadn't been paying attention, Tyffyn spoke. "Sometimes I come here and I wonder what it would have been like before it was a battlefield - or even what it was like while t...
[DD3] Past Relationships
By LordRah ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD1] Crabby encounter
By BlackCat87 ・ 1 ・ 0
Literature
They were walking for some time now. Cupid sighed, bored out of their mind right now. They looked at Robin, squinting their eyes. Where were they going? What was their purpose in this adventure? Why, oh why, this had happened to them? There were so many mystics around, but nooo… it must be Cupid. They sighed.  It took some time, after they reached the high point of their trip. And before Cupid there was…...
[DD2] Cupid’s help [3]
By ari ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
“Why did we turn back?” Robin asked, with a saddened tone in their voice. “Uh, benefactor, how does one say it… I triggered a trap, and the entrance would close on us, I think. I didn’t want that to happen to us.” a believable lie Cupid has sold many times.  The true reason: they didn’t want to spend the whole day in the dung...
[DD2] Cupid’s help [2]
By ari ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
“Thank you Deerling for the goods!” “Of course, dear. I still have many herbs and vegetables for sale, so if you wa-” “Haha, noo thank you!” A small bickering could be heard from the center of the town. Deerling sighed, worrying about her stock not getting bought, but that was nothing. Every shop has its ups and downs… well. Maybe not Cupid’s shop and merchant guild… ...
[DD2] Cupid’s help [1]
By ari ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Instead he finds emptiness, except for an unremarkable pile of clay pots, nothing that would hold value. He goes to turn away, disappointed with their luck for the day and a loud, clattering sound pulls his attention back. The pot’s lids move, clanking up and down as if they were mouths.  “Hello? I can hear you there! The wizard is such a drag, he never feeds us!” One pot demanded ...
[DD1] That's not treasure
By Dreamfoxii ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
After some walking they encountered something weird. Painted on the floor, with sulfur and copper, circle with lines and drawings. In the center a crude drawing of the head of a Courser.  Seafoam took some steps forward, to look closer at the painted lines. She examined it and later looked at Fetch. “Do you know what this is?” she asked. ...
[DD2] seafoam’s trial [3]
By ari ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD1] Soft sweet music
By Dreamfoxii ・ 3 ・ 0
Literature
Only Fetch knew why they were here.  Mahima told her, it is a trial for her daughter. She wanted Seafoam to take her place, if and when she would depart from her living plane and return back to the White Void.  Seafoam knew that it was waiting for her at some time. But she didn’t think that it would be that soon. She heard the story of Mahima’s birth a lot of times. S...
[DD2] seafoam’s trial [2]
By ari ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
How would you describe seafoam?  I'd say, seafoam is something gentle, fleeting. You would blink and possibly, it would turn into a gust of wind. Something cold, maybe even delicate. And if you imagined a Courser to this description, you would probably imagine something along the lines of how Seafoam looks like. With a bright, pale blue body and deep sea blue mane. Her eyes, blue in sclera and bright yellow irises. That's how she looked like, born somewhere on this world, and then aba...
[DD2] Seafoam’s trial [1]
By ari ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
<dd3 - esper>   It was Esper’s first time traveling to the Moor without Wolfrem, and her nerves were eating at her the longer she waited for her Mercenary to show up. Both Wolfrem and Lethia were severely ill, and with herb supplies running low, she had no choice but to hire a Mercenary herself. Tail swishing, her ears flicked back and forth nervously until finally, she hea...
[DD3] mentorship
By tenturo ・ 1 ・ 0
Literature
    THE PALE LANDSCAPE OF THE Moor seems endless, and the longer that Cervus stays, the more time it has to become more and more haunting.     Often, it is quiet. That in of itself is unsettling. No wind shakes the skeletal trees. No cries or moans or ghastly wails roll across the barren fields towards them and Markas. And, after Cervus’ curt answer to his earlier question, Markas, too, has been vastly qui...
[DD3] bones of the past
By effectedelk ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
<dd2 - esper>        The crackling of fire is the only noise filling the home. Everyone else seems to have already fallen asleep, but Esper’s mind is elsewhere, completely unaware of the slumber taking over the Coursers. It had been a long time since she left home and her parents had passed away, but they were still as present as ever in the little mare’s mind. Every s...
[DD2] friendship is magic
By tenturo ・ 1 ・ 0
Literature
Corsair's ears twitch. There is a distant clanging sound that he can hear just over the sound of the imps screeching their outrage and insults. They certainly weren't happy about being captured but… Well, he wasn't exactly going to let them out either. They would do just fine.And the clanging sound is far more interesting."Fetch, what do you reckon that is?" he asks.She lifts her head, blinking slowly. Ada chirps from where she's perched on Fetch's back....
[DD2] Forging Ahead
By DiRoxy ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Banjo followed in step with the phthalo pearl in front of him. He was warned ahead of time that Everard was hardened and not easy to work with, but Banjo ignored them. He black tobiano has been through the dungeons enough to hopefully not seem too new to all of this. So, Everard doesn’t have to keep a close eye on the other Courser. Banjo hummed to himself, keeping in step with ...
[DD3] Reflections of The Past?
By Longtailsally ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
"Is something... Following you? you can hear the rustle of movement somewhere behind you. you catch glimpses of a shape in your periphery. Whenever you turn around, the Dungeon is very empty and very still. How do you react?" ✦ A faint rustling broke the stillness of the Moor of Sleep, so soft it could have been the wind brushing through the mist. Selaine stopped mid-step, her ears swiveling back as she turned her head. Behind her, the endless expanse of the Moor ...
[DD3] Chasing Shadows
By Banriion ・ 0 ・ 0