The pang of yearning for the depths was something that had lingered in Esmeray’s heart since the beginning of her days. Her origins were clouded, too muddled to retain clarity. The furthest back she could remember was simply being in the dungeons, and being found by Imogen’s motley crew of adventurers. They pulled her from the depths, coaxing her along the way. The daylight of the world above was too bright, too bustling, and too loud for her liking. The adventurers meant well, she could ...

“Unbelievable.” Imogen exhales a disgruntled sigh as she stands in the inky darkness of the dungeon. She had trekked down several corridors, compelled by the prospects of the mysteries that could be found. The grey had been told stories, heard whispers of those that had ventured before her. Hesitation had its grip on her, as Imogen had pondered if she should make this venture alone or find companionship. Stubbornly, she chose to go alone for her first attempt to delve into the de...