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Crickets Neméos comes to a stop, panting. Shakes soot out of his mane; scraps of those lovely tapestries, reduced to red-rimmed embers. A woven fragment of some long-dead human’s eye goes drifting off, and the wind of its fall fans the flames up, and burns the rest away. “Ghosts!” He exclaims, a bit uselessly, still out of breath. And then, , “Vairn– that was amazing! Is– everybody else okay?”   They look it, thank the great herds. Hadena ...
[MEDIUM] [RP] grasping hands
In Campaigns ・ By springfoss, viridisix, Crickets, rappadapa
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my place is here
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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springfoss The clatter of hooves echoed off the corridor wall as Vairn plodded onward. The passage sloped gently downward, undoubtedly toward their next challenge. Though lacking in luxury, these occasional corridors offered a brief respite from the dangers of the dungeon.   Well, usually. Monsters lurked everywhere, but Vairn’s keen ears weren’t picking up on anything yet.    At his shoulder, just a step behind, the only courser Vairn had ever met wh...
[Campaign] the hand of the forge
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss, viridisix, rappadapa, Crickets
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viridisix  _"Only cowards and idiots traverse the Dungeon alone."_   The memory is sharp - _painful_ - but Vitium pays his mother's voice no mind. He will find her, and then he will heed her warnings, but until that happens he will continue to ignore all distractions that attempt to get in his way. He's _fine_. More than well-equipped for whatever the tunnels may throw his way, between his size and his... well. His size will hopefully be more than enough to deter any po...
what’s a knight for?
In Event Prompts ・ By viridisix
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A number of years ago…   ”Remind me why we’re playing shepherd for a bunch of dead things, again?” Solfrid asked blithely, his frown focused on the armored rumps of two ghostly coursers in front of him.   ”Because-“ Vairn, at his side, said excitedly, “It’s a harvest moon tonight, so lots more spirits escape the Harvester!” Vairn was practically skipping as he explained, his hooves tip-tapping on the scorched stone floor. Behin...
bridging the ages
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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Rocks skittered from Klep’s hooves as they slid down the embankment, landing in ankle-deep water with an echoing splash. Their ears flicked, but nothing seemed to come out of the woodwork to attack them for the disturbance- save for Trinket, that was, who swooped ahead into the dim of the chamber with a resounding *caw.*   The flicker of the lantern hanging on Klep’s chest revealed some of the way ahead, but as they squinted, they realized there was a faint light coming fro...
disturbed respite
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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“Go on, get.”    Klep snapped at the heels of the pale courser in front of them, as much good as that did. The courser acted like it didn’t hear them- because, of course, it didn’t. It wasn’t alive, after all, just the spiritual remnant of a horse long dead.    Klep had been following- or rather, *herding* these spirits for a short while now, but even a short amount of time stuck trudging at an army’s pace was enough to make Klep’s tail flick. It ...
ransom and reward
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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The dark pressed in on all sides, as heavy as the dozens of meters of stone above their head. Klep kept their head low as they traversed onward, squinting and blinking to try and adapt to the shadows. After being on the surface for a few days, they were used to the light, and going back and forth took a little getting used to each time.    You didn’t really notice how much light was *always* on the surface, even if it was just the stars or distant torchlight, until you’re ...
fields of shadow
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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Far below the surface of the Kingdom, miles from any scrap of sunlight, grass and heather flourished on an ancient moor. It bobbed in a wind that had no source, frayed edges tickling the legs of the coursers who wandered through it. Grass should not grow underground, but then again, neither should horses, really.    Oriole’s eyes flicked across the rolling hills, the breeze making the grass roll like waves. It was a shining example of a courser that did, in fact, grow in the...
view from the battlement
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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[DD1] shining apology
In Dungeon Dives ・ By springfoss
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Could Klep have avoided this situation by actually joining a dungeoning party? Sure.    Were they willing to sacrifice the freedom and the loot to keep from being chased by the ancient mockery of a courser?    Well. Maybe they should reconsider their stance on that one.    Klep bolted through the next chamber without even sparing a glance at their surroundings, hooves thundering on the stone. Behind them, they could hear the frothing snorts of t...
undead chase
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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creepy crawly
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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Vairn’s nostrils flared as his hooves struck down on flatter ground, and he felt the muscles in his withers unwinding. Sometimes, the biggest threat to face an adventuring party in the dungeons was the layout itself, as for the last hour the four of them had been descending a steep corridor slick with water.    Zai-zen, of course, was fine. Even though he assured the other three that he was having great difficulty, as the mossy floor of the caverns was very different to his ...
[HARD] the stone is not stone, the wall is not wall
In Campaigns ・ By springfoss
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“Come-come, it is this way.”    The cavedweller trotted ahead of the rest of the party, stopping every few moments to dance impatiently in place while the surface-walkers caught up. Vairn walked near the back, beside the nearly-blind mare who had insisted on accompanying Vairn to the dungeons alongside a skinny, nervous stallion.    Said stallion skittered a few paces ahead, his hooves like pendulums on the end of his bony legs. His face and flanks were mot...
[MEDIUM] three-on-one
In Campaigns ・ By springfoss
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“Here,” Moritz said, “We can rest here.”    Behind the crumbling remains of an old battlement tower lay a small, clear pool. Moritz wasted no time in lowering their head to drink, but before Oriole could follow, something strange caught it’s eye. Moritz stepped away to tuck themselves into a knoll in the grass, and Oriole took a slow step toward the pool.    Above its head, so far that it was swathed in pitch darkness but certainly there, was the ever...
glimpse of another life
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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Swathes of ghost surrounded the two coursers.    Vairn marched in time with the drumming hoofbeats of ancient pucks. It was unnerving, almost, the vacancy in the eyes of these creatures. These horses and elves that were once alive, thrumming with souls of their own, but were now relegated to being lingering visages of one aspect of their varied lives. All individuality stripped away; just an army, now.    The two coursers brought up the tail end of the military...
the army’s final march
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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FireOmensThe echoes of their footsteps faded into the darkness behind them as Altair led the way back to their makeshift camp. His heart still raced from the narrow escape they had made through the cramped corridors. Every stone seemed to whisper secrets of ancient dangers, and the memories of the shadows pressing in around him lingered like an unwelcome chill.Logue fell in...
[BOSS] take back what's yours
In Campaigns ・ By FireOmens, springfoss, hollow_forest
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The Furnace was safer, with Crispin.    That much was obvious. Two knights were better than one, to face the challenges of the burning chambers, but Vairn still wished he could do it alone. To explore on his own time, to follow only his own instincts. He preferred to delve the dungeons alone, or sometimes with a young horse, leading their early ventures into the Caverns above.    Not that he resented Crispin for it. No, of course; anything but. Especially in th...
the beat of ancient war drums
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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A cool wind wafted up from the mouth of the tunnel ahead, giving the knight pause. A chill in the earthen furnace was not always a good thing, and Vairn had witnessed coursers fall to horrible fates after letting their guard down in such respites.    Weight shifted on his withers, and the small beast perched upon his armor leaned down beside his thick neck. The elemental hissed, a sound lacking any malice, and reached out with one small, clawed hand, gesturing to something in ...
remnants
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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“Are you alright?”   Bess looked up with surprise when Crispin addressed her, her ears flicking before focusing forward again. “Of course, why?”    The older stallion just smiled softly, his eyes sweeping over her from head to hock before nodding. “That was a large pack of hounds. Just making sure you’re unhurt.”    Bess twisted to look over herself. Her flank stung where a hot claw had grazed her, and there were a few nips on her l...
[DD2] ghost in the forge
In Event Prompts ・ By springfoss
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