Tanner woke up from the alleyway dazed and disoriented, leaning on a corner to regain some sense of equilibrium as he tried to figure out what happened. Ten minutes ago, he was at his computer, writing up a battleplan for his next squadron match in Titanfall. The next, he was in this game. A whole other world.

Groping around his face, he didn't feel his VR helmet on, or kinetic gloves. He was actually in the game. He was actually in Elder Tales.

The low rumble of an arcane engine snapped him out of his ragged musings, as he turned to see one of his summons behind him. A ten foot ironclad golem, a light chassis type. The most common type he could summon, customize, and arm. And it was now before him, awaiting orders.

"Okay, um. Command: Follow Mode!" Tanner uttered, with the Ironclad sputtering into action and lumbering behind him. The lion-boy then marched out off the alley to find out what was going on. Judging by the reactions of others, he wasn't the only one caught in this state.

"I need to find a tavern. Taverns always have the answers." He muttered to himself, walking down the road with a iron warmachine in tow. He didn't care if he was making a scene, he wanted to find answers. And if his golem attracted people who might have an idea what happened, then fine.