Dungeon DivingA slow, rhythmic clopping sound echoed throughout the crumbling pillars and stone walls of a ruin that once formed a mighty castle. They were the only noise that reverberated through the ghostly, moonlit remains, punctuated only by an occasional wet gurgle. Cassidy’s equine stomach was about two thirds of the way through processing its latest meal. She allowed a belch to escape her lips, followed by a frustrated sigh. She was told that the man she was looking for would be at

KeelhauledThe scorching sun beat down upon a tiny raft as it drifted alone on the vast open ocean. It was strung together from barrels and broken pieces of a mast, salvaged from a ship that had once sailed along the great shipping routes, now a distant memory. The raft had one passenger; Cade. He was a deckhand on the ship up until it went down, but that felt like months ago. His water was now running low and to make matters even worse, he seemed to have a new friend in the form of a rather affe