The group had decided to forge ahead in an attempt to save the creature making those god-awful, blood curdling screams. Trixie had her doubts but when didn't she? In trepidation, she followed them, taking up the rear. They were quick with their movements, hoping to end this poor soul's agony as quickly as possible. With every step they took, the nerves built among them and Trixie's sense of dread grew within. Something felt wrong. She didn't dare say anything, though, because she alway...

Thus far, things have been relatively uneventful as far as Smudge was concerned.    The usual dangers of the dungeon – Vampire bats, spike traps, getting hopelessly lost as the very walls shifted around them – had proven to be nothing to their party. It was a relief, in some ways, to take a step back from taking the lead  as Leonus and Tamsin set the pace. He was more than content to allow them to charge...

The path she had squeezed through had actually been a shortcut to the next adventure. In front of her lay the doorway to the next level. She was expecting something a little more mysterious and hidden but what was in front of her was quite a plain looking wooden door. It arched, every ancient scrape and dent evident from the decades of wear and use. The doorknob was round and worn from every touch it had experienced. Plus, it was signposted! On the front of the door was a rustic, handmade sig...

Trixie walked along steadily, eyes darting left and right to watch for any signs of danger or threat. There was no trust in this place. Every venture had led to near-death and it was a miracle she was even still doing this. Every so often, she would glance behind her, doubting the emptiness and silence. There was always someone or something waiting. Watching. This was all a lure, trying to coax her into a false sense of security. She wasn't going to fall into that trap. The path ahead ...

After spending several weeks down in the dungeon, her nerves had somewhat soothed. It didn't mean that she didn't jump at every strange noise or spook at every odd-looking rock. Her body was a little more relaxed, however, and she was no longer a sweaty mess. Honestly, after being on high alert for so long, her body ached from the tension. Trixie started her adventure, eyes watching every crevice, ears listening for every sound. She wandered with no real destination, using this time to...

Trixie quivered with fear. She could feel her skin crawling at the thought of venturing any further. The walls dripped, each splash causing her muscles to jump beneath her shiny cream coat. A bug scurried across the floor in front of her, skipping from one rock to another for protection. Her eyes widened with a hesitant step back. What had she got herself into? Reluctantly, she knew she couldn't stay frozen in this spot forever. If she didn't find something to do, something would surel...

Well rested, Philippa was full of beans as she headed out on her trip. An exciteable Dougal barked behind her, racing out into the tunnel. She excited, kicking up the dust beneath her as she cantered onwards. The pup chased after her, nipping at the hairs of her tail that cascaded behind her. The played together as they went, dancing together in their friendship which only got stronger the longer they were together. It was a beautiful bond that Pip never knew she needed. She enjoyed th...

Philippa opened her chest, looking at the goodies inside. It was time to restock her bag, ready for her next adventure. Of course, she always wore her trusty chamfron to protect her head against any falling debris. You never know what the dungeon will throw at you (literally!) It was a shiny gold material, very plain and simple but she liked it and thought it suited her. Around her body sat a very comfortable leather satchel where she stocked all sorted of herbal remedies. From ener...

Philippa huffed and puffed, anxious at the thought. Her first taste of the next step had been disastrous. Now, she had become experienced enough to step out of her comfort zone alone and she wasn't sure if she was fully prepared for it. She shifted her weight from hoof to hoof, shuffling about nervously as she stared at the large wooden arrow pointing towards the entrance, bold letters scrawled across its front 'Earthen Furnace This Way'. It was now or never. Eyes closed, she stepped t...

Philippa had ventured further than she ever had before. It felt illegal for her to be down this far within the cave system on a level she didn't belong. Was she even ready for this new territory? The first floor of the tunnels had given her a taste of what it was like to be amongst the rocks, avoiding the slime and its odd residents but Philippa felt bored now she'd explored all there was to see. Every lump of moss had begun to look the same and she was tired of wandering in circles, looking ...

Her first day in the tunnels had been interesting to say the least. This time she was more prepared with her chanfron fastened tighter. No crabs would be stealing that this time.   She ventured onwards, caution still at the forefront of her mind. There was no telling what she might find. The first level of the dungeon was surprisingly teeming with life. In every nook and cranny were creatures. Most scuttled away at the sight of her, cramming themselves even ...

Philippa crept forward, each step a calculated move on her first adventure through the maze of cave tunnels. It was dimly lit, her eyes still struggling to adjust to the poor lighting. The walls dripped with water, each droplet echoing as it hit the floor. Her breathing was heavy, eyes wide, ears alert. Every hair stood on edge as she dove deeper and deeper into the dark.   The longer she spent down here, the easier it became to navigate around. Maybe it was...