It was strange. Marchosias could sense all these things, the cold, the weight, the thin air, and yet it didn't bother him. He was hiking up a snowy mountain, something which if he did in real life he wouldn't make it more than twenty steps. Yet he had no problems doing that here. Was it his undead nature that allowed him to act without tiring? It was almost like playing a video game; in a sense it was considering that he just came from Yggdrasil. He had a vague idea of his stamina and even health, and yet it wasn't as if it was himself in danger, simply the avatar of his existence. Or maybe it was just the arrival into this strange new world that was screwing up with Dominick's perception of reality. He needed some sort of anchor before he goes crazy.

At the moment it would be the massive hall ahead of him. By the time he got closer he could tell it was some sort of guild hall; it looked like your average type anyways. Why they set up up in the middle of the mountains is beyond him, but he wasn't about to nitpick about that right now. But Marchosias was careless. He had been so used to having stable footing trudging through the snow, he didn't realize he was walking on a patch of ice. He took one step and felt his feet get taken out from underneath him as he fell forward, and the snow began to shift. It happened too quickly for him to stop; suddenly he was getting swept down the mountain but an ever growing avalanche. [b]"Oh- Shit - Fuck!"[/b] He cursed as he began to tumble around in the snow. No time to think about how screwed he was; he needed to act.

Fortunately, Boris wasn't the only one who knew how to shield surf. Marchroias took out the Wolf Shield on his back and tried to break into the surface. It was difficult as he was getting constantly buried, but eventually he would manage to burst out from the cascade and slam his body against his shield as it sled down the mountain. He kept low to the snow, letting the curvature of his shield and his weight keep him above the snow, but soon he knew that he needed to assert more control over his makeshift snowboard. If he didn't, he would just get buried again. [b]"Dammit, at this point the only way to go is down!"[/b] Carefully Marchosias got onto his feet while surfing his shield down the slope. He needed to find some sort of civilization, a village or something, and try to figure out where he is at. Slowly, he simply accepted the strangeness of his situation; it was like a video game where he wakes up with no memory of how he got here. He'll work his way back up to the mountain once he finishes the tutorial, and hopefully at some point he'll just stumble onto the main quest.