[hider=Grand hall] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/283457400009392129/467954040849039370/5247e1dab071a0540b14f9139e6389d2.png[/img][/center] [/hider] Zeal crossed his arms and rested what he assumed would be his chin on the center of his upraised palm, considering the many options available. The initial panic was fading but it still lingered as the enormity of it all was slowly blooming in Macks mind. Lost family, new world? Trapped in a video game or a video game brought to life? If so there was the question that nagged him while the others were eager to begin. Were they trapped in the past? The present? [color=fff79a][i]We need information. There is so much in the dark.[/i][/color] Now wasn't the time to worry. Now was the time for action! It was time for him to focus on the guilds needs as a singular group and at the moment it seemed prudent to divide and conquer. That was the only way forward. From the halls came an older woman, looking to be in her early 30s with blond hair that would have fallen to the center of her back if it hadn't been put up in a tidy ponytail. Unlike many of the other npc servants, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/94/dc/6b94dc76a52a7516724310424c53ccb1.jpg]Glathra[/url] wore a modest shirt and leather coat, a light shoulderpad, accompanying cloak, leather breeches, and ankle high boots, a modest warriors outfit. Glathra in particular had a necklace engraved with AH for the guildhall that noted her as the lead organizer of the work force below the floor guardian and combat npcs. [color=39b54a]"Lord Overzealous,"[/color] Hands crossed, Glathra gave a low bow, [color=39b54a]"The servants quarter wall has collapsed. My apologies for the mess, but there is a series of tunnels leading into the heart of the guildhome. We have sealed off the wing for now until repairs can be made."[/color] Zeal nodded his approval of their haste to seal off an unexplored entrance. [color=fff79a]"Thank you, Glathra. Could you see to the other servants and treat any wounded. We need a headcount of staff as soon as possible." [/color] [color=39b54a]"As you wish."[/color] Dipping another low bow, Lady Glathra turned on her heel with practiced grace before departing the way she had come. A wide smile spread across her face. To the others in the room, many of which were eager to go outside, were simply not equipped to go to the wider world without protection. Even with [Blessing of Resist: Cold] they would likely freeze when thw spell expired in an hours time. Which meant only the ones best suited to the cold would be able to go. That meant, as far as he knew, the ranger with her dire wolf mount and the.. obsessive one. The way Nebuchi was hefting her weapon and giggling wasn't encouraging. But options were slim. Hopefully Nebuchi was not having a breakdown and was merely over stimulated at the shifting reality they now faced, something the cold weather could fix. [@Spriggs27][@Ookawa][@darked13] [color=fff79a]"Nebu, Merius, can I trust you to scout around the doors? If there is a trail down or up I'd like you to follow it. We need to know what is around us. Kira I need you to go with them. If there is trouble you all can't handle, gate back here quick as possible."[/color] That was the outside dealt with, so what could they do with the inside problem. Stitch was already outside securing the initial perimiter so that wasn't going to work.. [@crusader lord[@Tim][@Rune_Alchemist] [color=fff79a]"Arche, I need you and lady Tea,"[/color] A gesture of his hand indicating Tea and her elf companion, [color=fff79a]"To investigate the breach in the servants quarters. If anybody else waiting in the main hall wants to accompany you three I won't oppose. I'm not worried about snow in the main hall just yet.."[/color] The constructs would be helpful as a forward press and weather any unexpected attacks from the wider tunnels. Assuming this wasnt just a cave mouth leading nowhere. All that was left was the actual guildhome itself. Repairs to the damaged wall, checking on the various rooms' many magical items and crafting stations. It seemed prudent to determine if the game rules for auto crafting had been removed or if the work tables would still do a majority of the work. Lacking a crafting skill himself that meant taking the resident tinkerer of sorts. [@Stern Algorithm] [color=fff79a]"I'm sure you are eager to explore the realism of your craft in a new setting. I must say I'm eager to see for myself. Shall we investigate after you're done eating?" [/color] [hr] [center][h2]Beyond the Gates[/h2][/center] [hider=New World - Guildhome Entrance] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/366129818791575552/470526661386043393/95b8b15c33229f69f138a5f6e855cd65.png[/img] [/center] [/hider] Marius, Nebuchi, Kira, and any others that departed the guildhome were sent off with a quick cold protection spell from Zeal, the actual skills working with something of voice commands. So long as you knew the name of the spell you were casting the effect would form itself. Sword akills might be different but that would be answered in its own time. Outside the gates to the Ardent heralds Guildhome, the scene was much the same as it had a few minutes ago. Light but deathly cold wind was blowing fat flakes of snow in a lazy drift down to the already packed snow below their feet that already came up to their ankles. Marius and Kira were in lighter gear and didnt sink so deep but Nebuchi, had it not been for her character stats boosting natural strength, would have been emcumbered with the walk. Footprints from Mr.Stitch and Sew were nowhere to be found and on inspection his various gardening tools were nearly half buried beside the door along with a large shovel next to a stacked pile of snow where they had attempted to clear the piling snow. Where he had gone was a mystery. 3 paths were immediatly visible despite the snow: A northern route had been lucky enough to peak put below the snow thanks to a line of trees winding their way up a goat trail leading much farther up from their location, leading to a cavemouth at the peak. To the south was the cliff. Upon inspection it would seem an avalanche had taken the path down with it in a tidal wave of rock and snow. Glancing over the edge would reveal a sheer drop down and a broken pathway littered with broken trees and rock, now unusable. It was easy to assume that anyone attempting to use the ruined path would quickly invite another avalanche and possibly death. The last path led back into the guildhome proper, where soft chairs and warm drinks could be dispensed readily. [hr] [center][h2]The Servants quarter - Collapsed wall[/h2][/center] [hider=Guildhome East wing - Servants Quarters] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/283457400009392129/473376255962775552/0cbe251d0c13aa70c5369be07723b6d6.png[/img][/center] [/hider] While the players had fabulous rooms with chiseled stone serving as walls and littered with fine rugs, furs, banners, items, anything that could serve as a decorative eye catcher was present. The servants however were not as well furnished, each room having a large window occupying the rather tight space equipped with a wardrobe, single bed, desk, candles, some even kept brooms or mops with them to keep the quarters immaculate. In total there was almost 50 rooms occupying 2 stories of the eastern wing of the Guildhome. Normally the quarters were bustling with the various NPCs scurrying to and fro for whatever reason but now it was eerily silent as the frightened staff huddled in the adjoining hallways elaborate doorway that led into the quarters, nearly a dozen men and women were settled on benches being treated with various healing potions or bandages as they tried to shake off the damage taken from the walls collapse. Inside was a disaster. 10 rooms had collapsed in a heap of rubble and broken wood across the main floor and blocked off more rooms to the side of the initial collapse, likely trapping some of the staff in their rooms. Beyond the rubble there was only absolute darkness, the candles burning forever from the rooftops almost seemed incapable of piercing the veil obscuring the path beyond.