Sir Twain ponders this a moment, "Very well I shall take your advice and tread carefully upon which subjects I speak of; however even with there religious rift I am sure they will all realize the wisdom in working as a whole even if they don't agree on the spiritual reasons why." He nods off in the direction of the ranger encampment, "Would you happen to know their leader's names?"

[GM Post]
[Fighter's Guild: Twain, Favarin, and Darwin]
"I guess you didn't catch their names earlier. The druid is known as Zia ma-Kun, the Ranger's name is Jager Habin, And the barbarian is called Rufus Harbinger."

[Mage's Guild: Shelna]
"We've got Walls of Force on all sections of the walls except for the doors," Cuthurnis states proudly.

[Front Gate: Mikina and Raven]
"Heck," the Guard begins, "If we had enough information on the damned things to know their weeknesses, we wouldn't have makeshift walls and scores of adventurers and Guilds in our town, now would we?  They always carry the ones we bring down away from here, and the mages detect magic spells can't seem to penetrate the Golems hides at a range."

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Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

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Raven Looks at the Guard with growing rage for the way he was talked to.

" Fine you little cur I hope you are one of the first to die tonight." Raven says trying hard not to punch the Guards face in.

Raven jumpes from the wall and heads over to the Fighters Guild where he is hoping to find some one worthy enought to fight at he side.

Sir Twain nods, “Alright then, well the first step would be to actually meet these three; I thank you for your assistance Lishnil with any luck the guilds should at least have some semblance of cooperation by tomorrow morning.” He sighs and looks up to the sky. “Torm willing we may just survive this ordeal.”

((What time is it and how many game hours have gone by anyhow? Is it evening yet or late afternoon? It was early morning when the game began I believe.))

"Just ignore him.." said Mikina, turning to Raven, as they walked towards the Fighters Guild, "we can push him off the wall during the battle or somthing.."

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"Yes we should do that Mikina." Raven says with a stoic face. Then busts a huge grin. " I think we will be good friends." Raven say thinking to himself that maybe Mikina is worthy of his friendship and worthy to fight next to him.

He falls in step with Mikina headed to the Fighting guild.
Mentaly going over what he knows about the Golems.( which is not much.)

((I figure I should clarify that I am done with my fair wells at the Fighter’s guild and am now leaving to head to the Wilder's Guild Qesun.))

"But then how do the golems get inside and have they been in recently?  Do they have any form of weakness and what kinds of golems are they?  Are they all sorts or just one type?  Also, have you thought about trying to put up Walls of Force around the portal or area that they have been coming from?"  Shelna glances around the chamber once more waiting for an answer.

Though Yashwi wasn't a fool, he was unused to the way of traveling around the Surface World, and thus became lost on several occasions before he reached his destination, a town, a mining town, which required the aid of people due to some strange Golems attacking the Town.  Now one would ask why Yashwi would care, a Drow Dark Elf who concealed his identity through the use of a white cloak, tunic, and white gloves to hide his hand's skin color, but it wasn't that he cared about the people in the least, it was more that he cared about the strange creatures attacking the town - the Golems.  If they were as powerful as it was told in the Gossip, then the ability to create them would Yashwi a very power person in the world - someone who could begin an empire forged from such creatures.  Of course, these were all dreams at the moment as Yashwi walked through the dank horrible places of the forest and mountainous terrain, becoming instantly baffled as he arrives at a town which seemingly came out of nowhere.

"The Surface World isn't very well put together, there's no way to tell which way to go here, and I have no sense of direction for here."

So, as Yashwi instantly arrived at the gate to the town which he had come to manipulate so he could determine the secret of the Golems from beneath all of their noses - but it didn't matter to him no matter how hard it is.  Maybe it would be better if he merely blew the place apart and searched the ruins, but that would be rather strange to say the very least - and exhausting.  So the Drow Shadow Wizard walked with his cloak hanging on his shoulders - containing the heat that he needed, the temperature difference between the Underdark and here was incredible, and the foolish Yashwi got to enjoy the nice frigid temperature as he approached the gates, his words calling out to the guards.  His voice sounding like an elf, though his face was completely hidden due to his wrapped face. ((Note, all of this sounds really funny if it's in an accent similar to a Boastful Paladin))

"Well, I come here to bring aid to this town.  I am a Wizard who can try to stop these mechanical menaces which are terrorizing your town.  I can save you all, and you have little to fear from me, so let me into your town so I can help!"

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"... if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice is also great
And would suffice."
- Robert Frost

Mikina comes up to the Fighters Guild and peeks into the tent. "Hello? anyone home?"

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[GM Post]
Time: Mid-Afternoon

[Fighter's Guild: Raven and Mikina]
Lishnil waves bye to Favarin, Twain, and Darwin as they head towards the Ranger's Guild (Though 'Wilder's Guild' is more appropriate term for it, I'm going to use the common calling for it).  Not too much longer afterwords, Raven and Mikina come up.  Lishnil heads over to them.  "Hello.  Welcome to the Fighter's Guild.  How may I help you?"

[Mage's Guild: Shelna]
Cuthurnis is speachless for a moment, having backed into a corner by someone tactically supperier to himself.  He won't admit it though.  He's too good at making excusses and making them sound real.  "Because it takes 10 minutes to cast Wall of Force and the portal changes spots each time."

[Wilder's Guild: Twain, Favarin, and Darwin]
It takes you a little while to get there.  The time is shortened, though, by a good jog.  You all needed it anyway.

Out front waits three guards, instead the standard two.  One is druidal in appearance, one wears almost uniformal leather armor, and one has furs for clothing, the only way one being able to tell which unit he is from by the sash on him.  It seems mistrust is forming, creating factions.

The one in leather is the one who stops you.  "What's your business here?"

[Front Gate: Yashwi]
"Hey!  Johnathon!  Hit the switch and let this guy in!"

"F*** Off!" Johnathon yells back, apperently in an angry mood (It's all your fault, Raven ).

"WHAT?  Are you a moron or something!  Are you forgetting whose the superier officer here!  Hit that damned switch or I'll have your sorry ass tossed in the Jail for insubordination!"

'Yes' would be the correct answer, obvious from how Johnathon's face falls white.  He quickly hits the button and some fancy mechanics cupled with some simply magics make the machine work, the large door effortlessly swinging open.

After that, the officer continues to yell at the man while he waits for you to enter the town made a city...

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Yashwi walked into the town through the gate which lay open before him, it was not at all easy, though, to keep his hood down just enough so that he could not be seen and still be able to see most of his surroundings.  He stopped for a moment as he began his walk, taking note of the town, before speaking again to the Guards, his voice taking on a phony (Something he knew, not the guards - or at least he hopes they don't) kind tone, as he yelled up to the guard who let him within the town.

"Thank you!"

Then the Dark Elf continued his walk into town, moving for the local Mage Guild to pick up some information on the local attacks, for he knew nothing of fighting and assumed that the most literate people would be there, ones who could better explain the situation.  He did attempt to take note of his surroundings as he walked, as well as trying to not trip and fall, revealing his identity, he had this nasty tendency to get chased out of town when that happened.

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"... if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice is also great
And would suffice."
- Robert Frost

Favarin simply continues following along behind Twain, eyes alert and surveying the town, taking in his surroundings and the people in them, and waiting for a chance to do something. As they come up to the Wilder's Guild he looks at the three guards in turn, then to the leather armored one with a very slightly raised eyebrow (something he does unconciously sometimes).

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Curse you stumble button!

"I dont care if the change each time.  You need to try every option.  Since you have tried pretty much everything else, this could be a last resort.  If not, you could try having some powerful clerics to cast forbidance on the city so the golems can not come in any more."  She folds her arms acting like she was just won a battle.

“Hail and well met ranger, I am Sir Navrick Twain, Truth Sword of Torm. I have come as you and all others gathered here; to help remove the growing menace.” He says smiling politely. “I am working on meeting with all the guilds and learning as much as I can from them; there is no doubt in my mind that you, the noble warriors of the forest along side your wise druid and stalwart barbarian allies have learned much of this danger in the wilds.”

He nods to Favarin and Darwin “My companions and I are also seeing what we can do about better organizing this rabble.” He continues, waving his hand at the other guild tents. “After all, a consolidated front will hold better than a fragmented one.” Looking back to the ranger. “Would you inform your leaders that I request an audience with them?”