Marchosias sighed as the stranger, who didn't exactly introduce himself, took point. Marchosias barely had strapped his shield onto his arm when he noticed the signs around the cave entrance and knew what was coming. In a flash the slammed into steel, however that sound did not come from the groundkeeper's body, but Marchosias's shield. The stone heads shattered and didn't even scratch the Wolf Knight Shield as the knight glanced back to the wiry servant. [b]"Don't be cocky. Look like these guys already don't like you."[/b] The black knight looked towards the goat men as more and more gathered. Marchosias was surprise when he realized that he recognized them, vaguely. They were Garef; goat-like beastkmen that were a player race option back in Yggdrasil. Off the top of his head he knew about their racial horn weapons and their abilities to ignore difficult terrain brought about uneven footing, plus their climbing abilities. It made sense that they would make their home in a treacherous place like this mountain.

What was odd however was that Marchosias was pretty sure the Garef were a "peaceful" race. Though isolated and ignorant of technology, they tend to be cordial enough. So the fact they began their greetings with spears told Marchosias something was up. Alas, there was no time for parley as the second wave of spears came. Some were aimed at him, but most were aimed at the groundskeeper. But despite being a stranger to the undead warrior, Marchosias saw fit to protect him; perhaps he would get into these Ardent Herald's good graces if he brought their servant back to them alive. And so Marchosias activated a second ability, Living Shield, which caused the projectiles to turn mid-flight towards the heavily armored knight. And like before, their spears shattered against the warrior's shield. [b]"Alright, play time is over. CLEAR OUT!"[/b]

With a mighty roar, Marchosias shouts echoed through the cavern, getting the attention of the garef warriors gathered there. They prepared their spears again, but instead of using their throwing javelins, they were going to try and swarm and overwhelm the black knight with numbers. Thus they switched to their combat spears which were considerably larger. Marchosias responded by taking out his crossbow, pulling on a crank to get it ready to cull the herd. [b]"Don't waste my time. Come at me all at once!"[/b] And should the goatmen heed Marchosias's demand, he would meet their numbers with a hail of crossbow bolts. 

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[h3][center]The Servants quarter - Collapsed wall[/center][/h3]

Deeper within the darkness, there was the hollow sounds of wind echoing throughout the cavern. As Glathra mentioned, there were animals in this hole. Most of them harmless, simply displaced moles and other vermin who were buried into the snow for hibernation. After all, how were they suppose to expect the sudden arrival of this grand guild hall? But while the number of minor beasts were inconsequential enough, there was something else lurking in the darkness. Soon, there was a distant roar which stirred the beasts into action. At first, what came was a wave of rats and rodents, flooding the floors between the feet of the servants and golems that were clearing the debris. But suddenly, a smell of death struck the hall. And flooding forth after the rodents came undead garef, armed with axes made of stone and bones.

They came in great numbers and with very little warning. They didn't even scream or shout; they immediately saw the other members of the Ardent Haralds, and with speed and savagery that is perhaps a bit unexpected for undead, they would swarm and try to crush everyone with sheer numbers. [i][b]"Parpara, drepa, eaav!"[/b][/i] A deep voice echoed through the dark tunnel. Behind what appeared to be hundreds of undead garef warriors was a small group of garef necromancers, with one who obviously led them. He had a large, ornate crest on his horns that signified his importance. [b][i]"Obavain ukavrengavh. Obavain numberuk. Kulknej liwo avake avhiuk ukavone forav!"[/i][/b] Came his guttural words from his black maw. They seem to believe the Ardent Heralds to be an unwanted invader to their lands. Or possibly just a new and underestimated treasure trove for them to raid and pillage.

Lady Tea and her elf compatriot would have to tend to their uninvited guests, less their manners and poor hygiene sully not just the guild's carpets, but also the ladies themselves.