“On three,” Ranger said. “One… two….” Hold in there, Nami. I’m almost there. "Three!"   The skull c...

In the dungeons, it’s easy, sometimes, to forget that this place is not made to be inviting. It is not made to welcome you with open arms, to say hello and take your coat for you at the door, then sit you down at the table as the guest of honor while serving you your favorite meal. It might pretend, sure. It’ll lure you in with sweet promises of whatever you want most. ...

Ranger had not seen such a pitiful sight in…. Forever, maybe.  Nami, covered in blood from head to hoof, her face twisted in pain or fear, but sleeping now, having collapsed under the weight of whatever that witch had done to her.  ...

“--think we should go left. It’s only right.” “No, right is only right. Haven’t you heard the phrase? ‘Right is always right’? We should just go that way.” “What if we turned around and went neither way?” “No! What’s the point in coming all this way, then?” �...

It had seemed like a pretty regular run, at first. Nami and Ranger, together, had picked up a couple of old hat adventurers, willing to guide them through the easiest level of the dungeon, hoping to stumble across something mildly interesting then dash away. It was just supposed to be boring! No frills! No nothing!  And, at first, it was. At first, there was just… Rock. Vines. More rock. More vines. A collapsed she...

Nami and Ranger had been traveling together for about a week now, or something along those lines. Just two mares against the world. And occasionally against each other, but they both liked to pretend that conflict never happened.  Conflicts like this one. “And I say we leave them alone.” Nami wasn’t backing down easily today. Often, she would step aside and let Range...

Nami’s first dungeon dive. She’s younger, barely old enough to leave her family behind, but she was determined to leave and not come back to them unless she had something to her name besides unfulfilled hopes for a bright future. Her first thought is, embarrassingly, It’s dark.  Her second thought is, Is it too late to turn back now? ...