[center][h3]Oleda[/h3][/center]
The guild was empty as violet shadows faded to the rising dawn. Red had just begun to touch the rim of the horizon, trees rustling in the soft light. Birds slowly awoke, beginning their twittering. Oleda's expression was etched into a scowl.

Within the guild, chaos reigned.

The witch stood at the top of the stairs, a bundle of scrolls clutched to her chest. The requests for new supplies, somehow, lost urgency in face of the violent mass of energy currently tearing the guild apart. The deep, distinctive violet of the Rift swirled at the edges, alerting her to the cause. And vines, or perhaps roots crawled from inside the mirror like surface to crack through the wooden floorbards. 

From her vintage point she could make out the indistinct colours of a forest, or perhaps a bog. Strange lights within the image threw off her guess.

Oleda sighed, stomping down the stairs with no small degree of frustration. The air roared around her, swallowing sound itself as she dumped her scrolls beneath the guild desk. [i]It's too early for this.[/i] 

Her hand landed on a nearby stack of papers as the potion holding it down toppled to the floor. The two banners either side of the hall twisted in the air, threatening to rip from their hinges. Oleda spared it all a pained look, settling into the chair behind the counter. There were various things that needed to be tied down, but until help arrived there wasn't much she could do. [i]It's seriously too early for this.[/i]

[center][h3]Urgent[/h3]
A dungeon has appeared in the guild hall. Assist Oleda with investigating and dealing with any threats.[/center]