Continuing in his calm demeanor he states, "Ah, then that makes sense. I have noticed that the winds and weather is not the same. It appears that our Guild House has been shifted to another location. Perhaps it was done when you shifted as well?"
"That is... my current working supposition." she says. "Which probably means it would be wise to gather a scouting party, once we have made sure the guildhouse is secure, to find out what we can about our current location and it surroundings." she turns to her fellow guildees. "Unless someone has a different plan of attack?"
Myriana found the idea of getting her mind read entertaining and almost went to Desser to let him try it on her but Willow beat her to it as she was still unsteady and re-learning how to walk. Having finally gotten her balance back Myriana was walking around with a decided swish to her hips accented by her tail swishing in counterpoint to her movements.
Making her way around towards the others finally Myriana listened to what everyone had said and jumpped excitedly as she cried out, "Congratulations everyone, we've been isekaid!" She gestured around her and added, "And our base came with us!"
As if answering to So'ren, Galahad suddenly enters the room, forcefully pushing the doors open, as a Ghost he's used to flying through them, but the Guild was warded against such effects to prevent infiltration from enemy players.
Shield in one hand, axe in the other, with a spectral dark halo glowing atop his head and two of his immortals on his flanks, he looked like a tank ready to charge into battle before stopping to study the chaotic scene in the room, taking a strangely relieved sigh as he put his axe away. His face seemed even more pale than normal, if that was even possible
"Good, it seems like I'm not the only in here, that's a relieve at least"
He lowers his shield and makes a motion for his soldiers to relax, his gorgeous face thanks to being the other player in the guild with celestial heritage easing up from his former tense expression, but eyes still focused like a jackal
"Was checking on my troops to say farewell when... well, if you are here I assume it happened to your servants too?"
"Yes," Desseer waves vaguely at Lynk, "we should do some scouting. Umm," he closes his eyes, "Four groups. Use the house sides as points of reference and survey from there. The point of reference will be the middle of the house. Front, back, left, and right. Report in every two kilometers for ten kilometers."
The incubus-elf opens his eyes once more and turns to Inennarra. "Inennarra, get me a large..parchment on top of the table. I'll stay here and record."
He then adds before anyone sets out, "Please be careful and try to stay hidden. We don't know what could be out there."
Galahad looks surprised
"We're already scouting the outside? Has anyone checked the other floors to see if the entire base is secure? I can assure things are pretty much fine on my end at least." - He says, pointing to the two guards with him
"If we're scouting I'd like those that can fly to come with me, we'll get a better view from up, also if there's anything waiting to pounce on us it might not expect us comming from the air. By the way, what should we do if we come across someone?"
Desseer pauses at Galah'ad's question. "Uhh..It seems prudent to be friendly at first if possible. If we are in a completely new place, making unknown enemies seems unwise. If hostilities are inevitable....it is best that our presence remains unknown."
"But," he adds, "only interact if you have been spotted."
"Yes, keeping ourselves unknown does seem like the best strategy... if this new place comes to find about our existence it's best to be on our terms."
Galahad says, the two undead with him lower their heads a little, looking disappointed.
"Well, I can fly and use invisibility if I have to, going unnoticed isn't a problem... depending on what we might run into anyway..."
He wonders, aware that some beings are capable of seeing the invisible.
"If we run into any creatures which I can safely sneak by I'll at least try to watching them to measure their power, at least gather some info on what we might be dealing with. However, if they do attack..."
He taps his axe, a black aura enveloping it as if the weapon itself thirsted for death.
"I make no promises regarding their well being"
He then looks around
"Anyone interested in going as well?"
"I can't go invisible for long at a time but I can fly and make myself look human if I need to," Myriana said when Galah'ad spoke, "I can go with you."
"Hopefully we won't be watching for too long. And that might definitely be useful if we run into any humanoids, those of who us who look more human would likely seem more trustworthy to them when and if we decide to reveal ourselves. It might not even turn into a bloodbath after all!" - Galahad chuckles to himself
"Seems like it's a duo already, any other flight companion up for a trio?" - He asks
"A duo is probably fine. We still need folks for the other directions. Declare which direction you are headed before you leave, please," Desseer interjects as he turns to face the well made dining table. He walks over to the table and claps his hands twice, loudly. "I need this table cleared!"
I wonder if this will work to call the frogfolk..
"I need some fresh air, but I'll settle for making sure the base is secure. Come, Saffron, come, Peony. Midnight, can you gather Mar'Ikosh and check out the lower levels together? We'll take the upper levels." She pauses, looking at Desseer. "After we've secured the upper levels, we'll head out the back direction."
"A duo is probably fine. We still need folks for the other directions. Declare which direction you are headed before you leave, please," Desseer interjects as he turns to face the well made dining table. He walks over to the table and claps his hands twice, loudly. "I need this table cleared!"
I wonder if this will work to call the frogfolk..
Sounds good to me, what you say Myriana? Let's take the front? See what lies up north?
Willow's heart would start to race. Not only from the revelation of the fact they may now be in the world of a game, but because it appeared that they had taken on the characteristics of his character.
Giving a nod of their head to Desseer, they would listen quietly while slipping their ring back onto their finger. They would need to be more careful until they knew more of what was going on.
"I can fly, but I move faster upon the ground. I have little fear of being mistaken as a monster, so I can approach any local residents we may come across," they would say. They would raise one arm to cup their chin, it's elbow nested into the hand of the other arm.
"I will head out to the West of the building after reaching out to my direct subordinates. It may be worth having Elvira update her hex to help alter the apparel of our home," they would say while tapping their chin gracefully with their exquisitely kept nail. "Is their a particular look you would like for our home Desseer? Her illusion should be able to cover about a 14,400 squared meter area."
"Let's wait to find out what kind of illusion will best fit in."
"A duo is probably fine. We still need folks for the other directions. Declare which direction you are headed before you leave, please," Desseer interjects as he turns to face the well made dining table. He walks over to the table and claps his hands twice, loudly. "I need this table cleared!"
I wonder if this will work to call the frogfolk..
With the order given the frogfolk appear and clear the table and are gone in rounds.
"I need some fresh air, but I'll settle for making sure the base is secure. Come, Saffron, come, Peony. Midnight, can you gather Mar'Ikosh and check out the lower levels together? We'll take the upper levels." She pauses, looking at Desseer. "After we've secured the upper levels, we'll head out the back direction."
He quickly concurs, "Yes we will make sure the lower levels are secure then I will take up vigil in the lookout tower."
Second mile: You can smell the salt in the air and the grass slowly is taken over by sand dunes.
3rd mile:You come upon a beach. You can see there is land way out there.
Second mile: more grasslands.
5th mile: you find a neglected and likely abandoned farm with eight structures.
Second mile: grassland that shifts into swampy land with thick mud and puddles that grow into larger bodies of water.
5th mile: Are you flying, otherwise it will take hours to get through the bog. Let me know if you want to continue for an event.
Second mile:more grasslands all green with streams more trees are growing around the streams.
5th mile: Following a stream you eventually find the source of the water: A massive rune covered obelisk, water pours out of its cracks and like a waterfall it drops from the top of the tower.
*In the North*
During the entire way Galahad looked baffled. The green plains, clean sand and crystaline sea were completely different from the polluted world of 2138, the sky was clear and the air smelled fresh. Things that he had only seem in books and internet videos.
"Wherever we are, this is definitely far from home... It's beautiful."
He said, taking a deep breath of the fresh air carrying the salt from the sea, definitely something that wasn't possible in YGGDRASIL or any other game for that matter
Is this heaven? Did we all somehow died in a videogame and went to heaven - Galahad actually considered for a moment
To the North
So'ren and the twin ghoran move cautiously but with enough haste to explore a good amount of land quickly.
"Incredible" So'ren mumbles to herself, experiencing the fresh air and uncut grass.
"Mistress! Your orders?" Saffron asks, putting himself in betwen his brother and his mistress,
Peoni shoves Saffron aside with his shield. "Do not block my view of our magnificent mistress, dear brother, or you'll be on your back."
"Do you want to go? We'll go, dear brother." Saffron snaps back.
They're even worse here than they were in the game. I wanted loyalty, but this is just comically bad.
"Boys, you know I love you both equally, stop squabbling this instant or I'll have you both plant your seeds and eat your husks." that usually shuts them up. "Look, ahead, there is a farmhouse. It looks abandoned. Be on guard, we must see if it is salvageable."
"Urp. You love me!" the twins say, in unison, immediately shooting each other death-wishing looks, but falling silent and moving with practiced tandem towards the farmhouse.
In the North
Myriana nodded in agreement as she said, "Sounds good to me nya," to to Galahad's suggestion. As they headed towards the exit of the headquarters, she stopped just short of the sunlight and hissed at it. One of her few real weaknesses was direct sunlight and she was not about to just step out in it. Instead, she spoke a few words and gestured causing a penumbra of darkness to coat her, protecting her from the vicious sunlight.
"I'll have to re-cast that frequently, but it shouldn't be a problem nya," she said perkily. With a bit of focus Myriana's back shifted a little and from the opening of her backless res dress a set of butterfly wings appeared attached around her shoulder blades. Protected by the darkening spell Myriana ran the rest of the way outside and then flapped her wings which caused her to lift off from the ground with a whoop of joy.
While she was wobbly at first learning how to use the wings was as quick for her as re-learning how to walk with a tail and she was shortly able to fly around like a natural. The whole thing was rather strange really, but she didn't knock it and instead enjoyed the sensation of flying through the air towards the north with Galahad.
As they flew, she saw nothing but grasslands, then that gradually changed to dry air and the smell of salt as the plains gave way to rolling sand dunes and eventually that became the ocean. This was the first true taste of a world without the pollution that her's had and she found it to be amazing, the blue sky, the pollution free air, the only downside was the accursed sunlight, but regular use of her magic made that bearable.
"Isn't it though! I've never experienced anything like this! It smells so good nya," Myriana exclaimed as she flew down towards the edge of the water. She kicked her shoes off and began to step into the ocean water to feel what it was like only to let out a loud, "MEOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!" She had quickly leapt back from the water, picked up her shoes, and flew back up into the air cursing a blue streak.
Galahad tries to hold back his laughter at the sudden shock the vampiric catgirl suffered
"I guess vampires are still weak to running water, huh? Well, not like I can blame you for being overly excited, this... I never thought I'd see the ocean like this in my life..."
In the arcologies there were places that tried to emulate clean beaches and the ocean, and he had thought they did their job pretty well, but now he could see that it was nothing compared to the real thing.
Galard also lowered himself into the sea, not bothering to remove anything from his person.
When he entered the water it was like he hadn't done so at all, there were no splashes, no indication that someone was standing in the water where he was, he didn't feel himself or his armor wet. He could feel the difference in temperature, the fluidity of the water around his body, but at the same, it felt like he was still floating in the air
He then cuped his hands and took a small puddle of seawater in then, then released it back in the sea.
Nothing.
His hands weren't wet, the moment he released the water it was like he never had it in his hands at all.
I can touch the water, the water is the one that cannot touch me...
A mix of feelings surged within him. Awe at how things were working so similar to the game, shock as reality started to sink in that this may very well be his new reality, happiness at actually being able to turn into the idealized character he put so much work into creating yet an overwhelming sadness at not being able to enjoy the marvelous wonder of nature standing in front of them.
The sea in their world was long gone to visitors, polluted likely beyond repair and capacity to sustain life, but in this world it was clean, sparkling and full of life. Such lost treasure was right here, literally at his feet and all around them, yet neither of them could not enjoy it properly.
For a moment he considered possessing one of his immortals to be able to swim, but ruled against it now, in this moment doing such a thing seemed a waste of time and kind of a dick move in front of Myriana. Though he did marked it mentally as something he should do at some later time
Galahad slowly floated away from the water, not even a drop sticking to him or his equipment as he lands completely dry next to Myriana.
"What a waste huh? It's like delivering an entire sweet cake buffet to two diabetics"
as the trio cautiously approach the abandoned farmstead you listen for any signs of movement. You all quickly turn to the right and see the barn door is lightly opening and closing in the wind. To the left you hear the creaking shutters that are nearly ready to fall.
You quickly find out that the place is deserted of everything but vermin.
So'ren does an assessment of the repairability of the farmstead. If it appears to be able to be repaired to livable conditions, she tells Peoni "Go back and get Farnaby and Linkletter, They have some skill with carpentry and engineering. Have them pick three assistants each and meet us back here. We will claim this farmstead as our own."
She turns to Saffron "We will clear this places of vermin and then continue our search once Peoni returns with the henchmen."
In the North
Myriana pouted at the burn, but her injuries quickly began to heal itself as her natural regeneration kicked in. It also started to make her hungry...very hungry. After a moment or two she watched as Galah'ad tried to touch the water and floated down into it. She felt sorry for him, at least she could still experience most things, even if the unfiltered sun on her skin or standing in running water would kill her, Galah'ad had none of that. She knew she needed to find a way to help him with that and decided that he could be forgiven for laughing at her...this time.
When he came back and made his observation Myriana shrugged and said, "Yeah, it seems that way, nya?" She looked over at Galah'ad and suggested, "Maybe you could possess someone to experience those things?" At about that time she spotted a creature moving on the ground below, a lone deer that seemed oblivious to their presence overhead. As she looked at it her eyes zeroed in on the creature's neck where blood pulsed just beneath the flesh.
Myriana felt her hunger realm and plummeted like a stooping hawk to land on the creature's back and topple it to the ground. With the creature stunned she lunged forward and bit down on its neck hard. She felt her teeth puntcure flesh and began to suck down the lifegiving fluid that came out. She sat astride the beast and drank her feel, from the creature. When she was done, she sat up and got to her feet as she said, "That was, just, ugh nya. It is so gamey that I can still taste it and it wasn't very filling. Should be enough for now nya."
In the time it takes for Peoni to return with henchmen in tow, So'ren and Saffron have cleared the farmhouse and outbuildings of larger vermin and given it a thorough search for secret doors, hidden basements, and the like.
So'ren and Saffron try to determine what kind of people lived here and why they may have left.
So'ren does an assessment of the repairability of the farmstead. If it appears to be able to be repaired to livable conditions, she tells Peoni "Go back and get Farnaby and Linkletter, They have some skill with carpentry and engineering. Have them pick three assistants each and meet us back here. We will claim this farmstead as our own."
She turns to Saffron "We will clear this places of vermin and then continue our search once Peoni returns with the henchmen."
With your vast intelligence you believe it could be restored, especially with a few spells.
In the North
Galahad's eyes widen as he sees Myriana drink the blood of the animal, but surprisingly feels no disgust at all, he wonders if this is due to him being used to this in-game or if his time as a medic during the coup d'etat. But he just shakes it off.
I guess you and Willow are gonna have to deal with the taste of blood from now on... I guess that not being able to taste things in YGGDRASIL was a blessing in some ways... as for taking a dip...
Galahad looks towards the one undead servant he brought with him, deciding to leave the others behind in case the Guild got attacked
"Zhang!"
The zombie wearing the robes of a mage quickly took a step forward
"Yes, my Lord! I'm yours to command!"
Galahad cringed inside a little, not used to this level of subservience.
I honestly hadn't thought of how the NPCs would react to this, they seem to be pretty obedient, but this is a tall order..." - In YGGDRASIL NPCs under one's command could be possessed at anytime, but now that these NPCs seemed to have wills of their own Galahad wondered if they would react negatively to it
Well, I'll never know if I don't ask
Galahad cleared his throat and tried to address his subject with the utmost air of superiority, emulating the military commanders he had seem throughout his life.
"It is imperative that we test as much as we can about this world, but as Myriana cannot enter running water and I cannot actually feel the water in my current state of being, therefore I request of you to let me borrow your bod- vessel for a moment - Galahad said, changing the word "body" to "vessel" at the last minute after realizing how weird would it be to ask to borrow someone's body like this
The NPC seemed to pause for a moment, looking like it was at a loss for words
"Oh crap, I screwed up! Of course anyone would find it weird if you asked to possess their body out of the blue like this!
He thought, already planning how to weasel his way out of this situation, but all of a sudden, Zhang seemed to start getting tears in his eyes
"What the f@~%! Was it that bad of a request?"
"Oh my Lord! To think you would grant such a tremendous joy upon this lowly servant of yours!"
The undead NPC bows as low as his body allows him too, causing Galahad to flinch back even more
"My unworthy vessel belongs to my Lord! Whatever you wish to do, possess me or destroy me, you do not need to even bother asking! Me and the other Immortals exist only to serve you and the Supreme ones! It will be an honour the host the Lord himself into this husk of mine.
Zhang went on, still bowing
Galahad looks weirded out at Zhang
"Of course, they've all been almost creepily loyal thus far, it might have been dumb of me to think this would be the order that crossed the line, though I guess it's good to have this complete loyalty... to an extent at least
He said, still grappling with how suicidaly loyal the NPCs turned out to be and if there was even any chance of one of them turning coat, before finally realizing that Zhang was still bowing as he stood there pondering
A-ah! Yes, alright them, your loyalty is commendable, Zhang of the immortals. Uhuh...
Galard then stood still for a moment, reaching his hand forward to Zhang, only to realize...
"Ahhh, how the hell does this work in real life?! In YGGDRASIL it only took one control action but there's no control actions anymore! Should I just walk into him?"
Galahad reahed his hands into Zhang, thinking about possessing him, then he felt his spectral form being sucked into the NPCs undead body
"W-WOAH!" - He exclaimed at the shock and when Galahad opened his eyes once again he was now at the body of the NPC
"H-hey, it worked!" - He waved towards Myriana
"It worked! I possessed him! Hahaha!" - Galahad said ecstatic at using his powers, he did feel weird, maybe it was a possession thing as now this was reality so it'd likely take a while to get used to a new body. But he didn't care, immediately kicking off Zhang's shoes and running into the water, not caring about getting his clothes wet.
"Hahaha! This is amazing!" - Galahad could now feel the water, the salt, the wetness, everything around him. Right now he was doing several things that would be impossible to do in his former world
But just as the disgust that he believed he should have felt at Myriana drinking blood from an animal and the initial panick at suddenly finding himself in a new world with a new form, the feelings of excitment and the novel sensations around him also felt dulled, like something was quieting down his emotions once they reached a certain peak
"T-this feels weird..." - Galahad said to no one in particular
"Is it a thing from this world? Or my body?" - He wondered
"I realized something might be wrong with my head when I didn't start panicking at this sudden situation, I thought it was for the best, but
maybe it's going to hamper my enjoyment of things too..."
He thought, wondering that even if he was glad to have such a powerful form and body to possess, there was obviously a b-side to everything.
While waiting for Peoni and the henchmen to return, So'ren uses mending to fix the most important structural pieces she has time to repair.
Eventually, Peoni returns with the henchmen, and So'ren gathers them together.
"Loyal Mon'umen, this place will be our first outpost in this new land. You are to use your skill to restore its structure and improve it to the point it is worthy of such an honor."
"Yes, Mistress!" the Mon'umen snapped to attention and then began working on repairing and restoring the building. Fortunately, among their numbers were two mages capable of continuing the work of mending and prestidigitating the structure to go along with the others' physical labors.
"Peoni, Saffron, you are with me." So'ren ordered, moving once more to scout the area around the farmstead in a mile radius.
"Always, Mistress!" the pair proclaimed in unison, giving each other side-eye glares afterwards.
A yawn comes from above. Followed by some stirring. Fyr had fallen asleep up there and slept hard. As she stirred several spiders, centipedes and scorpions fell from her body and the webs above. It was one of the few tale tell sigsn Fyr the Hunter was around.
" Did I miss it?" came a sleepy voice, a few should know as Fyr the Guild Trap smith, weaver and hunter. The drider lowered herself from the ceiling on some strong spider slik webs. Like her moniker Princess of Spiders hanginf upside down.
On the uppertorso was a half kinmono of bright pink with cherry blossoms blowing in the wind. She wove it as well as the scarf across her face. Sge looked at the others and quickly giggled. " Hi everyone! Ive been well asleep up there for awhile. My babies wore me out and when I came down, none of you were her and well...I fell asleep" she said a little abashed seeing the others gayhered.
Emily the player behind Fyr wasnt great at reading rooms. Out in the wilderness and hunting she was far better at those skills.Skills she honed in Yggdrasil and some she had learned while she was young in the real world.
" Somethings amiss isn't it? " Fyt finally said as she let her large torax and eight spindly legs to rest on the floor. This let her stand at her full hieght and show she really wasnt dressed for combat or a mission. Noting the others she frowned.
" Wait why arent you guys wearing the silk shirts I gave you for this occasion? You know the Pink ones with Thanks for the Fun on it!" Emily said remembering the time she put into those pieces for the last hurray on her. It seemed no know cared like usual.
Willow would step out of the room and start away towards the quarters of their subordinates. It was true that they could have simply relayed their thoughts to their spawn through telepathy, but the ability put them at risk and that was not something they wanted.
Not to mention that they needed a moment to think. They took their time getting to their subordinates while testing some of their powers that were not limited to daily uses. The verbal components and gestures for spells seemed to come to the mind at will. The shifting into a gaseous form or dire bat requiring a show of will.
They shuddered as their bodied altered through forms initially, but quickly grew use to it. Their mind seemingly less effected by shifting bones, skin, muscles, and organs.
Upon meeting with their subordinates, they would quickly dispense commands. The alchemist would go to Desseer to relay their findings as they were communicated telepathicly. Elvira the witch would check on her hex and start renewing it if necessary. The cleric would stay with Willow's bodyguard to alert them of danger.
Finally, Willow would slip out of the building and start making their way West. Every two kilometers finding a safe haven to take refuge in for a moment while relaying their findings to Desseer through their alchemist spawn. Grim, Willow's familiar, would keep an eye out during this process to help ensure nothing would try to make an easy meal of it's master.
At the first check in point, Willow would relay the bare grasslands and plains leading into meadows.
At the second and third check in, they would explain that the meadows continue.
Finally at the fourth check in, they would reveal they had found an obelisk covered in runes which seemed to endlessly pour forth water which fed the streams supporting the meadows.
Desseer stands next to the dining table with a big parchment covering a quarter of the surface. His index finger tracing some sort of designs in the air. Marking on the parchment was a piece of coal being moved by the incubus-elf's magic.
At Fyr's emergence, he is jump startled causing the coal to go flying across the large room.
"Ah!" he exclaims and then quickly calms down. "Well, there is a lot going on right now. Umm..well..we are stuck in these bodies with no obvious way to log out. And, we are no longer in the Yggdrasil we remember. Though it appears the Arcane Abattoir is unchanged. So...yeah..."
" Wait We're trapped here?!?!" Fyr says hyperventilating. She breaths and clutches her chest as she begins to pace, her legs clacking.
" Wait not Yggdrasil? Are there not the Spiderhuant woods? No Fang forest? What about the Crawling Caverns or the Stinging Sands! How will I find more babies!" Fyr began to cry then slapped her face and spoke her voice a beautiful alto tembre.
" Emily, you can do this, you are a capable woman, a strong capable woman who knows about the wilds."[[/d] she says as she then comes over to look over Desser's shoulder.
[B]"Are we scouting, do you want me to do some deep recconisence scouting later. I'll have to go get my gear and Jimmy" the Drider says nervously weaving some webbing together.
When all they find around the farmstead was more meadow, the trio return to the Arcane Abattoir. So'ren hesitates momentarily outside its walls, admiring the details enhanced by this new reality.
She takes a moment to reflect on the momentary panic she felt when she first walked out of its holds a few hours before and her vision went hot white from the sun's rays. Fortunately, as her blood was attuned to the sun, the brightness only blinded her for a few seconds, but she decided to make sure to build time in for the disorientation during future forays into the brighter world.
Things must be tougher for Fyr, and poor Myriana won't ever be able to see this world in full daylight without risking her life. I few seconds of blindness is a small price to pay for this opportunity.
"Mistress So'Ren, is everything OK? Do you sense a hidden danger?" Saffron's alarm jolted her out of her reverie.
"If something threatening is here, milady, point it out and I shall destroy it!" Peoni declared loudly and violently.
So'Ren sighed. NPCs, ugh "No, gentlemen, I am merely cataloging the events of our exploration before reporting to Desseer. Go prepare Breaking Dawn for flight."
"Are you travelling then, milady?" Saffron asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Yes." she said in a tone meant to convey the finality of the declaration and end of conversation.
Saffron, to his credit, recognizes the tone and snaps to attention, turning and leaving with Peoni, who mutters while leaving "Whatever you did to upset her, I bet I'm her favorite now."
"We are figuring this out together Fyr," Desseer reassures warmly. "In the meantime, it appears as though our immediate surroundings are grasslands. So, unfortunately no forests or caverns. Willow is kindly reporting back every so often. I expect to hear back from Galah'ad and Myriana soon, who went north. And So'ren, who went south, also hasn't reported in. Lynk went east and also hasn't reported back yet."
"W-," he starts to say something else and then stops. A couple seconds later he continues, "We are trying to keep a low profile. It might be best for you to hold off on exploring until nighttime."
So'ren enters the Abattoir, making her way back into the room with Deseer. "I have explored south. There are miles of plains, and about five miles out there is an abandoned farmstead I have claimed and set my men to restoring. It would be prudent to explore further in that direction, and I will be taking Breaking Dawn to the farmstead and basing out of there for that exploration. I doubt someone just built a farm out in the middle of nowhere far away from civilization of some sort. There may be other ruines."
"Oh. hello, Fyr."
Myrianna considered what Galah'ad said about her having to endure the taste of blood thoughtfully for a moment and then said, "It tastes kind of good nya!, Well, at least sort of anyway. I wonder if there is blood that would taste better than deer?" Her eyes widened in shock and horror then as she added, "I wonder if I can eat anything else! I don't know if I could live without being able to eat other stuff nya!" She was genuinely panicked by the thought and started to get all worked up as she cleaned the blood from her face with her hands then licked them clean like and did it again, much like a cat grooming herself.
While Myriana worked on self-cleansing after dropping down to sit upright not unlike an actual cat as she watched as Galah'ad possessed the body of one of his undead and got into the water. She was more than a little jealous of him but rather than stick her tongue out at him or something made it a point to simply ignore him, at least until he started talking about feeling being muted she considered and then decided that she would be nice and said instead, "You probably need a living body to feel it right, not an undead one."
Having finished her grooming Myriana grasped the carcass by the front hooves and laboriously flew up with it. She then flew out to the water a ways and tossed it in so that people wouldn't come across it and realize it had been exsanguinated. Once that was accomplished she went back to where Galah'ad was and said, "I guess we should continue our explorations nya?"
Galahad scratches his head as Myriana panicked about the thought of not being able to eat anything other than blood for the rest of her unlife
"Well, things seem to be working pretty much as they did in YGGDRASIL so I think that as long as your character was able to eat you should too, it's not like you are a skeleton or... well, a ghost. And since blood varies from creature to creature I believe that the taste might change? That would require some experimenting though..."
Watching Myriana clean the blood from herself, Galahad remembered about another type of red liquid that he used to drink in his previous life
"I used to like wine quite a lot, though now that I think about it, since undead are immune to poison I believe we might not be able to get drunk, goodbye hangovers I guess"
Galahad considers Myriana's words for a moment, indeed, an undead body likely wouldn't feel things the same way that a living one would. He remembered he had chosen this type of character precisely because they had excellent abilities and skills but now he realized that it had it's downsides if he was going to live as one.
"You're probably right, guess both of us are going to need some living subjects to test our theories on blood and body" - He said, memories of the experiments he had performed on living subjects while doing medical research for the conglomerates emerging in his mind, he quickly dismissed them as Myriana called to continue their exploration, stepping out of the water and out of Zhang's body, making sure to thank the undead magic caster, who again bowed with a deep sense of gratitude, once again making Galahad uncomfortable
"That we should, I'll inform Desseer about this and then we can explore the beach further, any idea where we should go?"
" Im great at low profile! I..." she looks down and sighs. " Oh, yeah spider legs...I get it" she kinda sighs and then sees So'ren and smiles.
As the dark elf gets closure Fyr leans down and gives the poison mistress a hug. Her strong arms taught as she giggles." Im happy to see you! I know my babies will l9ve seeing you too! Maybe we should bring them some treats!"
The forest lov8ng Emily let her real personality shone around her guild mates. Letting the eoman doen she then looks to Desser. "A farm is great if this is a nee world we'll need rescources"
' Also if its just plains, we may need some different forms of traps. Also we could seed some trees. As for traps I know few that could work. Learned them in forestry school. Should we ever get stranded in the wild." Fry piped up her mind racing to figure out what traps she could set here.
"I agree," Desseer says as he magically retrieves the coal and begins focusing on marking the burgeoning map once more. "A farm so close could be a great boon. If we can get it up and running, I think it'd be preferable to have non-monstrous occupants. Having something to attract attention away from this area would be ideal. Willow's friend Elvira should be able to cover the Abattoir in an illusion so it isn't blatantly obvious we are here."
"The only other update so far is Willow, who went west, experienced grasslands until about the five mile mark and apparently found a large obelisk that seems to be producing large amounts of water."
Desseer stops marking for a moment and turns to Fyr. By the way, I didn't mean anything by...pointing out...you know..," he says a little awkwardly.
Myriana considered the question of what to do next and finally, after some thought, said, "Alright," she flew down to the sand and cast a spell leaving a large magical mark that only she and Galah'ad could see, "We should follow the coast and try to spot a settlement. People settle on rivers and there is probably one somewhere so that it where we could find people to get more information from."
She twirled around in the sand a moment and then said, "If we can do that, we can decide whether to go visit them. You could do your ghosty thing and I can make myself human to blend in and see what we can find out, nya."
Galahad chuckled at the 'do your ghostly thing' part
"Well, it is a good idea to look for a river, we have no idea what kind of civilization this world might have, but regardless it's a safe bet we could find some people near drinkable water. However, we are in a beach, rivers usually start near mountains or hills and I'm not seeing any close to where we are... or any deltas we could follow from the ocean to a river.
He says, disheartened, but then tilts his head
"Though if our magic still works in this world I wouldn't be surprised if even geography operated in completely different ways from our world. The spell that you just cast is going to aid us with this, I assume?
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Wow! I can feel this hug. All right, you perv, calm down. Just a hug between friends.
"Good to see you too. If we're going to actually be in this new world, it will be good to have real friends. The NPCs are so weird."
She looks over at Desseer, leaning in and stage whispering so he too can hear it "I hope he doesn't think being in charge of the guild in Yggdrasil makes him the boss of us here."
" Sorry, Its just nice to actually beable to touch things. I wanna go out and explore when I can. I havent been camping in 5 years! I miss the woods. I mean I went to school for it!!!" She said excitedly as she giggled which oddly enough was not something many would see a drider do.
" Right! I am gapoy to finally meet you all in person..er so to speak. I kinda just lived vicariously through Yggdrasil because my cubicle was boring. My coworkers lame. Oh no Jimmy, who is gonna feed my spider in the real world!" Rattled off Fyr as she again begins to weave together some webbing. The same peice from earlier that seems to be starting to take shape of a shirt of somekind.
At Desseer she nods. "Its okay Ill be fine, remember Im the stealthy one. Ill be fine. Once they get past my looks theyll love me. Though do you crave anything weird? Like I want some raw bloody meat. Preferably alive? Kinda like a spider?" Fyr giggles and cocks her head in a vary girlish manner.
Myriana shrugged and said, "Rivers start at mountains but they end at lakes and oceans so we'll find one eventually, nya." She gestured towards the mark in the sand and said, "That's to reference where we started nya. If we go to it, we can fly straight back without getting lost, nya."
Desseer stops his cartography once more and turns to Fyr with a warm smile, "Fyr, if your personality was the first thing people could see, I'd have significantly less concerns about the outside world. You are simply impossible not to love."
He then looks over to So'ren and sighs, the smile quickly fading. "I told you then," he starts in a resolute tone, "and I'll repeat it now. I am not the boss, nor do I think of myself as such. I 'take charge' when I do so that we are not caught in decision paralysis. It is a necessity for groupings such as ours. It is simply efficient. If you disagree with a plan then please speak up. If you have your own plan, then speak up."
He then straightens and locks eyes with So'ren. "You are a valued member of this guild. That said, you can leave at any time. I would be saddened greatly, but it will always be your choice."