[@Crusader Lord][@Spriggs27][@Ookawa]

The Garef, indigenous goat people that lived atop the mountains, were perched across the top of the mountain and had watched the rather foolish and much hated adventurers simply stroll up the mountainside right into the goat mens hands. The snow golem was not a threat and could be dealt with easily, so it was time to deal with the careless human! The cat people and their wolf would be trickier.

All around Kira, wicker baskets recently covered in snow burst into the air as their hidden hosts raised up in unison with an ear splitting primal cry, their primitive language barely decipherable amidst the sudden kick-up of howling snow.
At the cave entrance, a white furred Garef with a helmet of bone was waving its staff in the air as it chanted wordless prayers to its god to drive the wind into a localized blizzards that would freeze the unprepared adventurers into blocks of ice! (Of coursw, it has no idea that its enemies were not effected by cold weather due to their gear and Overzealous' blessing of resistance)
Another group of shamans growled banishing magics at the lumbering snow elememtal, unaware of femto and its rider approaching the cave mouth uncontested.

Kira and Nebuchi were met with physical resistance, a dozen Garef warriors hurled heavy rocks from above or threw their spears from where they emerged under the wicker baskets, drawing crude stone and metal axes to rush their soon to be dead foes.

Again, unprepared for the vast differences in their power. 

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[@Stern Algorithm]

"You're thinking right but.. we do not inhabit a normal world. Our world would never allow," a wave of his ethereal gloved hand gestured to the floating weapons guided by magic, another gesture was aimed at himself, "these types of things. A train track would be exquisite if there were towns nearby to start with. But.."

 His voice trailed off as he placed where his chin should have been into the palm of his hand and thought. Kora possessed teleportatoon and gate, they had thousands of sheets of teleport and some for gate laying around. In YGGDRASIL you could create archways that connected with a twin and instantly move between the two. Would this world limit the distance or..

"Why settle for a train when, together, we could create a series of gateways across the continent and teleport anyone or anything. Instantly! We would need metal, gemstones, our scrolls! Dozens for a single gate! The archeway would need to be immense and well secured. Do you think we can do it?" 

It was an ambitious goal, considering how little of the world they both knew of. But lofty ambitions were good to have. At least that was what Overzealous was thinking.

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[@Lucius Cypher]

A nightmare was a powerful summoned creature often serving as a mount, that much Stitch knew. The problem was the beast was classified as a demonic entity and hated the touch of holy beings. Beings like Stitch. As an Immortal, an embodiment of the light, and a war cleric as well, it simply would not abide his presence let alone allow a ride. 
Its very nature was at odds with his own.

"[Banish Demon]" 

A war Cleric skill, demons were effected by it without fail. Stronger demons could resist but a summoned nightmare could not resist the holy banishment and faded back to the realm it had come from. If Marchosias wanted it again, they could easily resummon, but Stitch might simply banish it again.

"Fear not, brave warrior." Stitch announced with a theatric sweep of his hands out, as if welcoming the undead shambling towards himself and Marchosias from the flank. "You may feel a sting but will not perish." 

Golden light erupted from his feet in an ever expanding wave, the radiance burned undead flesh and banished the weak zombies into dust as it raced down the cave and well into its depths to leave only the living creatures left in their immediate vicinity.
"[Judgement]!"

As the light faded, Stitch stood with his hand wrapped around a large one handed mace that looked like a cannonball attached to a thick steel pole. Another such weapon rested at his hip. Weighing close to 50 pounds, Stitch swung it as if it weighed nothing.

"Friend Marchosias. Would you care to lead the way? Do you require healing, or bandages perhaps?"