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The tavern was bustling with other players but Dudgeneer the Dwarf had already claimed a table and was now patiently waiting his fellow party members to arrive. They were going to go out another raid and hit some low level dungeons for loot.

(Dude Food settled his headphones more comfortably on his head and shoveled corn chips into his mouth. He’d talked to Caramel the other day about starting a guild together and hopefully after they’d killed a few orcs, they’d have enough gold to pay for one.)

[So I thought it'd be cute if we played them actually playing the games and we can do time skips or cut to rl as we need to. Also I rather imagine it being something like this in regards to Paws. xD (Also totally just stole that image from Jun's matope journal ilu Jun)]

"Nah," Dudgeneer rumbled twenty long seconds after Nyekkanyaa had sat down at their table. (Dude Food was too busy rummaging around for the last few corn chips to type right away.) "If you’re not underground, then the best place to be is a tavern."

He waved the server over [a pretty elf NPC who magicked the items out of the air] and ordered them both a flagon of ale.

[Dudgeneer whispers: awesome, Im thinkg we hit the eastern water ruins. the loot drop is high and the levels not to big. did you tell paws about startin the guild???]

He chuckled. "Aye, that's true enough." The dwarf lifted the flagon in a grand gesture. “A toast!” He declared. “To adventure!” Then he downed the drink and slammed the empty flagon on the table.

[Dudgeneer whispers: nah, I thought w’d figure 1 out together haha cool =) hey i gotta grab more snacks brb ]

(Dude Food took off the headset and raced to the kitchen for more supplies.)

("OH POPCORN! Good idea!" the purple filly smiled, reaching over to take a hoof full and plop it into her mouth before resuming typing. )

The druid looked at the spectacle as the undead rogue strolled in like she owned the place, despite the fact that she looked like she'd fall apart at any second. And smelled.......uh....interesting. "Hail Amara! Glad to see you made it in one piece!" the druid chuckled, having not intentionally meant a pun, but considering the circumstances....

"Those orcs of Daemon wont stand a chance against us. With the might of a dwarf, stealth of a rogue and wits of a druid, they shall fall." the neko druid stated firmly, tipping back the rest of her flagon to down her ale, excited to finally get out there and get their guild going.

[Nyekkanyaa whispers: Perf! Been thinking of ideas...oooh Paws brought popcorn mmmmmmsmells good. Shes on shes on shes on! Yay! And Naturally! Just got this sweet new staff just yesterday!]

[Amara whispers: Hmm... Gimme a second.]

(Paws rifled through her inventory, searching for good items that matched the level of her companion's characters. With a satisfy squeal she stops on a page of her knapsack before initiating a trade.)

[Amara whispers: Here guys. Take these!]

"One piece, huh?" she raised an eyebrow, looking rather unamused at the joke. With a snort the undead rogue reached into her bag, pulling out a pair of gleaming swords and thrusting them in the direction of her new companions. "These blades were specially made by the elves of elderwood for the purpose of killing orcs. Take them and we shall conquer the hordes."

With a slow turn of her head Amara set her sunken eyes on the dwarf. "Friends? I suppose it's time i had friends that weren't 'dead.'" She snickered then slammed her fist down on the table, leaving behind scraps of skin in the cracks in the wood. "Ready to fight?"

(Dude Food opened the new corn chips and chewed on a mouthful as he looked over the new item he’d just been gifted.

“Cool.”)

The dwarf gave a booming laugh and brandished the sword. “This will sure leave a scar! I’m ready to carve some orcs, how about you girls?” It was definitely better than anything else he owned and he was more than ready to put it to good use. “And Amara, try not to fall apart before we get there.

[Dudgeneer whispers: teleport to the dungeon??? these corn chips are so good!]

(Paws "pffft" rather audibly at her desk and twisted in her seat to face her sister. "You really think i'm gonna let you go in there with such weak gear?" She winked and stuck out her tongue before returning to the keyboard.)

Amara rolled her eyes and scoffed, "I'm not the one you should be worried about." The rogue had the best gear you could find equipped and it certainly didn't hurt that she was a bit- or rather, a lot more experienced in battle than her companions. She'd walked through the ruins plenty of times, with and without a raiding party. The orcs would be no match for her. However they would be good experience for her counterparts and she was planning on only assisting when needed.

"You sure you're not just making some other bad joke about me?" The zombie quirked what was left of her eyebrow.

[Amara whispers: Use your teleportation scroll in 3... 2...]

("Well no, you are the bestest sister of course!" Caramell laughed, then laughed some more at Dude's last whisper. "He wants us to eat extra popcorn for him." she grinned, shoving another big handful into her mouth and began crunching loudly.)

"Nyaa, why would I ever do that?" the druid grinned cheekily, ears flicking atop her head as she grasped on to her new sword with both hands, holding it still in front of her chest. Nyekka bowed her head, shut her eyes, then recited some druidic phrase before disappearing from the tavern all together.

(Caramell opened her bags and clicked on her teleporation scroll, watching as the loading screen popped up. She quickly grabbed her trusty notebook and a pencil and started sketching out her favorite character on the loading screen before it finished. That of a dark ranger prepped for battle.)

Nyekkanyaa appeared in the dungeon along side her dwarven friend, eyes narrowed as she peered into the darkness. "A fine adventure awaits us my friend." she smiled, trusting her sword forward and pointing to what waited beyond.