Winchester wanted to delve to the level deeper, the Earthen Furnace. She'd never been to that level before and every time she got close, Lafitte would caw a warning and try to shoo her back away from it. Winnie knew she was likely strong enough to go down into the Furnace now and wanted to explore further into the Dungeon. She decided that she'd hire a Group Horse to Dive with her to help her out if she needed it and to hopefully appease Lafitte somewhat. The one she chose to accompany...

Winnie and Lafitte had been travelling a while, delving deeper into the dungeon by the minute. The place had started to get more ominous, seeing busted and broken armour of former Coursers littering the ground. Lafitte kept occasionally flitting from Winnie's shoulder down to grab stray coins from the floor and tuck them into the bags along her flank. As they travelled further they keep hearing a little metallic noise, tinkling alongside some scratching on the floor. Winchester tried h...

In the month of the Harvest Moon there's always whispers, legends being passed around between Coursers who can't help but talk. Winchester has never been much interested in this kind of thing, she believes in the supernatural, of course she does, it's all around her, you can't really ignore what's standing in front of you. But she's never been quite sure about the Harvester. A guide of lost spirits to take them to where they belong? It sounds reasonable enough but when you hear all the other ...

A crow had been following her for a few days now, on and off. Even if she couldn't see it, she could always feel its eyes on her. She'd thrown it a scrap of vegetable jerky as it looked a little sickly and she pitied it, then it refused to leave her alone after that. A creature of shadows following her in her shadow. But as off-putting as having an omen of death never straying a few metres from her was, she found she didn't mind the company. She'd occasionally pretend to drop nuggets of food,...

Winnie was tired but she kept walking, hoping to find a spacious cavern to bed down in for the night. She'd had a rough day and although she's stubborn and will try to fight just about anything she got absolutely dragged today and had to retreat. She really wasn't in the mood for another fight. Winnie walked further, her legs growing tired until she reached a dead end. A boulder blocked her path and a desperate sigh escaped her, too overwhelmed to do much else. She took a few more steps towar...

Winchester wandered through the dungeon, the deeper she went, the more the cold was starting to get to her. She thought about it and decided she needed to buy herself a cloak, her head fell low to the floor as she thought, not paying much mind to her surroundings as she turned a corner and stopped in her tracks. In front of her was a toad. Not just any toad, possibly the largest one she'd ever seen, sat upon a mossy rock. If it's eyes weren't open and staring so intently at her and smoking a ...

Lancelot was travelling around the Furnace, heading towards a cavern where he'd heard other Coursers gossip about treasure protected by a beast. He figured that he could try to defeat the beast and gather some more money but if not, he could always fall back, no harm in backing out when you know that continuing would only get you hurt or worse. As he travelled, blackened vines started to coat the dungeon walls all around him, making a sickening mirage of a hedge tunnel. He ventured through fu...

Lancelot ran from the pit that was calling him down narrow entryways and over steppingstone laden rivers until he found himself in a very large cavern. He didn't recognise where he was and he was struggling to remember what routes he had taken. He mentally berated himself for getting lost, the dungeons had been so well-documented with so many maps almost ever Courser could find one if they wanted and carvings in the walls to show what directions to go in for certain areas. It was almost comic...

Lancelot stalked forward through the cavern until he felt a pull towards a certain location. He followed it, although he was cautious about it until he reached a hole in the floor of the cavern. He looked down, facing its yawning mouth of pure, uninterrupted blackness. The draw was still there, like an invisible string trying to pull him down, down, down. Lance started tipping over the edge slightly, rocks sloughing off from the ledge under him and dropping into the gaping void. The no...

Lancelot's journey through the dungeon so far had been uneventful, he hadn't seen a friend nor foe as of yet, the most interesting thing to have happened was the crawling moss dripping dungeon juices onto his back. He marched onwards, trying to ignore the dripping even though whatever was in the water was making it stick to his coat in a way he couldn't shake it off. As he continued, occasionally shaking his neck, he stumbled slightly sideways onto something squishy under-hoof. A loud ...

Lancelot paced at the entrance to the cavern, looking uncertainly into the yawning cave mouth. Hanging vines and moss covered the entrance, obscuring his view of what was ahead of him. It was his first ever dive and his confidence brought him this far, he just needed to step a little further. Since he'd never been down before he had very little equipment with him, needing to do the dives to get more or at least some coin to buy something. His typical level-headedness was challenged as ...