Dungeon Dives

Literature
   Dragon stood at the edge of the crumbling parapet, his hooves balanced on the jagged stones that had barely survived the centuries. The icy wind whipped through his mane, tugging at the scars across his dark coat. He gazed down at the battlefield below—a sea of devastation that stretched to the horizon. Jagged skeletons of siege engines jutted like the ribs of long-dead beasts, and shattered weapons littered the landscape, their rusted blades glinting faintly in the dying light. No inc...
[DD3] Someone has to see it
By hearteater ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
   Dragon halted, his iron-shod hooves sinking into the damp, mist-choked earth of the moor. His nostrils flared, catching no scent of the wandering specter ahead—no flesh, no sweat, just the hollow, metallic tang of something not quite alive. The spectral courser moved with a haunting aimlessness, its translucent legs brushing through the heather without disturbing a single stalk.    Its rider—a faded human figure, clad in armor that seemed to shimmer between ruin and glory—...
[DD3] Spectral warnings
By hearteater ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The dungeon floor was spongy and wet. Each step Myth took sank her hooves into the sodden ground, the damp squelch reverberating through the thick silence. It sent a chill up her spine, like a whisper of something watching. Her ears flicked back instinctively, searching for the faintest sound of pursuit, but the world around her was suffocating in its quiet. The Moor of Sleep stretched endlessly in every direction. Unlike the hard, claustrophobic corridors of earlier levels, there were no wal...
[DD3] DD3: The restless dead
By fable ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The regular clicking of Screech's echolocation was all the sound that followed in Neo's wake, pinging off the walls and offering guidance for the painted bat as he flew, while having the added benefit of providing guidance for the courser as she made her way through the maze of tunnels that were her home. She'd been awake for quite some time her usual grazing place having moved to another section of the dungeons as it was wont to do, and so had to travel a bit further than She'd have l...
[DD2] A Fetch Quest
By LordRah ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The millipede ride was both quicker than expected, and longer than anticipated, the strange movement as it finally started to level out threatening to defeat Paige despite her efforts so far. The courser no longer felt like she'd plummet to her doom if she miss-stepped, and as the tail end straightened, with Cinder's encouragement, she started to move in the opposite direction (forward for her, fortunately) - careful still not to misstep, but aiming to jump off the creatures backend and make ...
[DD2] A Scorching Detour
By LordRah ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD3] Blind Paper Dragon, Part II
By soulamalgam ・ 0 ・ 0
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An Old Cloak from Home
By Laurvetta ・ 4 ・ 0
Literature
Cinder's grumbles were testament enough that the pair were becoming frustrated by the lack of an answer to the Whispering walls. There was no sign of any other rcourser or beast, not even a cave crawler or slime to distract them from their pursuit. Just the constant, maddening gibberish of voices just out of reach. The tunnel they were travelling down had finally widened to a cave, and certain they'd find another room, Cinder and Pauge had loped off to follow the wall, frustration incr...
[DD1] On the Backs of Giants
By LordRah ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Still excited by her very first success, Paige practically frolicked with Cinder, trotting along the passageway as her wolf wove beneath her legs, neither concerned for the others welfare due to the trust they already shared. She hummed as she trotted along, the tune the one the mushrooms had ended up playing to let her in, partly due to the song being catchy, and partly so she didn't forget the notes. She had no skill in music notation, though there were others in the tribe who were a...
[DD1] Strangers in the Distance
By LordRah ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD1] Cistern
By 002405 ・ 4 ・ 0
Literature
Gatsy trotted along through the Earthen Furnace behind Markas, who they’d chosen to be their escort into this part of the dungeon. Gatsy had done a few solo dungeon delves before, but only on the first level. The Furnace was entirely new to them.  As was the experience of having a comrade. Gatsy had been impressed by Markas’s confidence and good humor, and had hired him against the advice of some of t...
[DD2] gatsy and the hellhounds
By rattlesnakeacrobatics ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD1] stars underground
By desertfool ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Chaos was making his way merrily back to the camp when something dropped out of the roof and attached itself to him. He tried shaking it off by galloping a bit and then stopping suddenly but it stuck its claws in ever more and refused to get off. "Get off me you thing!" he neighed angrily, shaking violently from side to side. It was clear though that his unwanted passenger ...
[DD1] The Tales of the Empty Grave 0010
By shardofmoon ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Chaos was thinking he would soon head back to the camp before he got totally lost when he came across a hole in the cavern floor. He stared at it and wondered what was on the other side. He found that the longer he stared at it, the more compelled he felt to jump in an explore. Now Chaos, both teams are out for just a short while. If you stay out too long then they'll come back and find you missing. Then there will be a whole search and rescue mission. Which would be ...
[DD1] The Tales of the Empty Grave 0009
By shardofmoon ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The Furnace was aptly named. It wasn’t just hot - it was an oppressive heat that clung to the skin like a desperate debtor, sucking the breath out of your lungs and replacing it with the metallic tang of scorched air. The walls glowed faintly, pulsing with ember veins that looked too alive for anyone's comfort. Somewhere deep in this wretched heat, something was moving. Clang. Clang. Clang. ...
[DD2] A knife could make you dinner
By Ook ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD1] Clumsy
By TheBookCat ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Unlike the levels above it, the floor of the Moor is spongy and wet. Your hooves sink down into it as you step - and come away red. How strange. What do you suppose is causing this pigment in some areas? It can't possibly be blood... Right? The Moor stretched endlessly, its spongy, wet ground clinging to Camellia’s hooves with every step. She paused, frowning as she lifted a hoof and noticed the streak of deep crimson staining...
[DD3] Blood in the Soil
By Banriion ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
     Riley hummed to herself as she trotted through the Dungeon. After receiving more freedom from her brother to come and go into the Dungeon as she pleased, she was happy to just roam and explore to her heart’s content. She regularly went this route, it was a simple one but the last room always seemed to have a new treasure loaded in for her to obtain. Gold, valuables, scrolls, anything she could think of. One time, even cave roots had been her treasure....
[DD1] Lost and Found
By goat ・ 0 ・ 0
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[DD1] Home
By desertfool ・ 4 ・ 0
Literature
Chaos took the next path in the dungeon hoping that this time he would find something a lot more interesting than a giant. "How dare he just be laying down there! I swear one day when I get super strong, I'm going to come back and hit him with an elemental spell out of this world and shatter him into a million pieces!" Samuel and the slime were being subjected to Chaos' rants and they really had no choice but to listen.  He was getting quite worked up thinking about how ...
[DD1] The Tales of the Empty Grave 0006
By shardofmoon ・ 1 ・ 0