Pascal felt a shudder run down his spine and stopped in his tracks. A ghastly chill emanated from a brazier just around the corner, and he stepped closer to inspect it. Suriyah, his osprey, squawked uncomfortably and took off into the air. She circled around him, keeping an eye on the surrounding area but refusing to come back down. Pascal eyed her nervously and turned back to the brazier. Mounted on the wall, the brazier sat just like any other brazier, except the fire was an unnatura...

Pascal trudged down into his little abode, a quiet barn that he had found and decided to reuse after no one had come by for days. His hooves felt like they were on fire from the infection starting to spread into them, and the walk home had not helped at all. At least I stopped the others from getting serious infections. Nosing open the barn door, Pascal entered the...

“Come closer…” The hole before Pascal seemed to whisper to him, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he was hearing things or if it genuinely was speaking to him. His gaze fixated on the pitch darkness of the hole, feeling so inviting after the miles of unbroken, same terrain he had transversed. The air around him seemed dryer, a co...

Wind? Pascal stopped as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the looming cave before him, the claustrophobic walls of the dungeon yawning open into a vast, empty sphere edged with rough stone. Through the dim, he could make out movement, however slight it was. Something creaked in front of him, causing his ears to flick backwards in response. As his eyes got accust...

Pascal rounded the gloomy corner of the dungeon, and his purple eyes went wide at the sight before him. A toad, truly larger than life, sat daintily upon a boulder covered in moss. His front feet hung over the edge of the stone like massive,sticky hands, firmly planted onto the gray surface. A long pipe extended from his mouth that he puffed on every minute or so, smoke billowing out his back. He seemed to illuminate the area around him, eyes flicking over to Pa...

The setting sun behind Bastion cast the world in a warm orange sheen, but the Dungeon Courser’s head was bowed low as he walked back to his home. His muscles ached from the long runs and even fights he had undertaken, and his mane was puffed and frizzled out from the humid air of the caverns just below the surface. He dragged his hooves along the grass below him, scoring the earth in places.  With a sigh, he curled...

Bastion sped up as the cavern opened up before him into a straight run, the moss-lined stone floor beneath him clicking with each slam of his hooves. The moist air of the cavern whipped by him, very still and humid in a way that caused his mane to frizzle out at the very ends. The walls stretched out in large swathes of greenery beside him, seemingly iridescent in the low light as various ridges created shadowy edges. Holes in the wall called to his attention, b...