[center][h1] Indiana Jones [/h1][/center]

Eventually, all things must come to an end. Even as good as the tea was, it was over too quickly, and Chris, nay Indiana sighed, setting it down. Somehow despite the size difference, he managed. Albeit, it was super slow, as he wasn't sure of his own strength. Once that was done, he tried something, only to freeze as the map of the guild headquarters came up before him in thin air, realizing that it was like...that one movie, where data screens could appear in front. Which made him wonder...he got to his feet, slowly, carefully, turning even as Meg returned, a bag over one shoulder. He glanced to it, then looked to her. Meg chuckled. [color=lightcoral] "Remember? Someone wanted their walking stick enchanted into an actual magic staff? You wanted me to deliver this Staff of Furious Rose Petals to them for you?" [/color] It took him a minute, then he remembered, and nodded. Some actor wanted it for their performance, but he couldn't recall if it was a player or an NPC. Oh well, someone in the Guild who did acting alongside being a crafter, if he recalled right. "Yeah, I remember, I'm gonna go to the plaza, see if anyone's around who might have some missions for us, alright? Gotta work hard, after all, I'm not a good Artificer if I'm not exploring and or inventing." This prompted a light laugh from both of them, before Meg walked over, and lightly kissed his cheek, or at least tried to, standing on her toes, before huffing and lowering. [color=lightcoral] "Jeez, stop being so tall!" [/color] "Warn me next time, so I can stoop. Be safe, alright?" This got an annoyed grunt from Meg, before the big sister typed elf turned, waving farewell as she headed off. Soon as he heard the door to the outside click shut, he quickly turned, as quickly as able, glancing around the room, seeing some of his gear. His climbing gear for scaling cliffs, that most people wouldn't find useful, but as someone who literally went anywhere he wanted as able, even if it meant venturing into unfinished areas or areas that hadn't rendered properly, having all the equipment one could use was helpful. He grabbed each item, rope, grappling hooks, even a rope ladder, and stored them away on his person, figuring out he had an actual inventory still in the process. Cool. He put his hat back on, grabbing his travel coat from a hook, pulling on with a bit of difficult, and then checked in the full length mirror he used when trying on outfits, smiling. Only to stop, and try, but fail to snap his fingers. "Whoops! Forgot the bag and whip!"

Going to a chest, he rooted through it real fast, glad that it worked like a normal storage chest for the most part, pulling out a whip and satchel. It had cost him some gold for the otherwise cosmetic items, but the whip at least was good for some combat. The lack of good modern firearms would be an issue, but still. Putting on the bag, and attaching the whip at his waist, Chris did one final check, before the newly arrived Indiana Jones, pleased with the results, turned, and walked down and out of his quarters. Down the hall he went, passing no one, his clawed feet slapping against the stone tiles, before he arrived in the guild entrance hall, glancing around, still seeing no one. This concerned him a tad, but he shrugged, adjusted his hat, and walked outside.

To an outsider, it was like a castle, or a really big mansion, that was the Guild Headquarters. The Guild Leader and other higher ranked players, such as the actual treasurer, and officers, were the cause, they had put the long hours in paying for the construction of the building. From their own skills, to hiring others to do it, it had risen, level by level. From an originally small plot of land, to now a fully fledged estate. Sure, it wasn't as big or as grand as some of the higher ranked guilds in the leaderboards, but they were trying. As Indiana strode into the sunlight, he lifted a hand to block out the light, only to twist to let a pair of Goblins run past, the duo carrying a flat loaded up with stone bricks. Ah, if he remembered right, they were expanding the back of the headquarters, to add a new area for the latest member to attain the rank of journeyman, and thus move out of the apperantice/fresh meat group barracks. He'd been a bit of a journeyman for awhile, and was quite happy, though he had no intent to rise too high in the guild. At least, originally, that had been the intent. If he could rise to the Master rank later, perhaps.

Keeping up his pace, Indiana stopped at the gates out, seeing the Guild-NPCs, special NPCs designed to be tied to the Guild itself, worked the gates, opening them enough to let him out. He offered a smile and a wave, seeing a pair of bow elves up in the towers that acted as the front gate security, and smiled more. It seemed that some aspects were still intact. But with pep and purpose in his step, to hide his nerves, Chris hurried down the path from the overlook, and after a bit of dodging carts and people, arrived at the plaza. Sure, it had all been to help his new body adjust, being taller, heavier, and well, bigger, made for an adjustment. Thankfully, he was mindful of his own center of gravity.

"Hey!" His voice rang out, draconian in every sense of the world, more than likely drawing some attention as the red scaled dragonkin approached the group, joy in his tone. It was more than likely at least one of the others gathered knew of the Artificer, as while dragonkin were a bit rare, Artificers Dragonkin were likely unheard of. Plus with a standing out appearance that was literally Indiana Jones but a dragon, it was hard to not at least recognize the look, even if the name would elude them. He lifted a hand in greeting, seeing at least two faces he knew of. The Ganondorf lookalike was high on the cooking leaderboard, if he remembered right, and the Storm Giant, well, again, he'd seen the guy around. "Thank heavens I'm not the only one! I was afraid I'd have to rough it on my own, well with my right hand teammate who's not one of us at least." It probably got an odd look from those passerbys who didn't understand,but the other players would get he was referring to the NPCs that players could make. He'd caught the tail end of things, and frankly, he was relived, to see that they were already considering their situation. "I can't say I know what's going on, besides parallel universe theory, multiverse theory, or alien abductions, or a fluke of a reality shift. But I did binge most of the lore on my own, so I can at least help fill folks in on minor stuff. Major stuff we should already know is something else." His voice was cheery, even if there was a faint undercurrent of nervousness. He placed a hand on his hip, sighing softly. "No, but seriously, everyone else has their map and inventory at least, right? Any other features we know of? I was able to drink some tea earlier." 

He said the bit about tea in response to the girl who had spoken of drinking, before shaking his head regarding anything else. "Don't know about skills, but given my friend Meg just went to make a delivery, and an expansion to the guild housing was underway, regardless of any other players, the world itself is seemingly fine. Hell, apparently if we have backstories, they're here. No joke, my character's old man in his backstory is alive and kicking, and I'm probably going to go find him, see if he's alright later." It was a bit of a mouthful, but the jist of it was, it was more than just their NPCs or world around them come to life. It was literally as if they'd woken up in another world, rather than a world that was suddenly made. "We should explore the areas around, see if anything new has appeared. Its possible the new expansion is in this world too, but I honestly couldn't guess what it was, they kept a tight lid on that." He leaned in then, sighing. Despite his confidence, Indiana was concerned still, worried. "Am I the only one worried about something happening, and monsters now roaming free of their previously assigned spawn points, to cause trouble outside of dungeons?" His mind was racing, and while on the journey to the plaza earlier, he'd gone over the design of the world in his head, recalling its rough tech level, major groups, who ruled the nation, where the higher end stuff was, and hell, major historical events. Like that thieves guild who had hijacked a ship a few months back he'd heard about. He could only imagine the chaos that might result now from the world being...real.

Hopefully no one else was about to panic, right?
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