The helicopter must have spun at least about ten times as it fell, because CornWall could smell the acrid scent of vomit wafting in from the other passengers. A green skinned, tree nymph kept on muttering a prayer of some sort. But CornWall didn’t bother, he had eyes only for the Player. Her halo lit up once again and the helicopter jerked abruptly in mid-air stopping its free fall. His eyes lit up in awe.

“Stay buckled everyone, I have to bring this down.”

The helicopter descended for a short height and then stopped for a short time. Then it started its descent all over again and paused in mid-air. Their gradual descent was halted when something smashed into the helicopter, rocking it to and fro like it was a boat on sea. CornWall noticed a bright blue light shine from the windows and realised it was a spell of some sort. The light shone brighter and brighter and they continued their descent downwards, jerking every once in a while.

In a few short minutes, regardless of what hit them they landed on the ground. After the woman in white had exited, the rest of them pushed and tripped each other in an effort to exit. When CornWall finally left that he noticed that they had crashed onto the base of the mountain. There where mountains extended on both sides and the dark sky had already turned indigo blue in preparation of dawn. Every few seconds the sky flickered with streaks and bursts of colour.

Turning around he noticed that the helicopter was completely wrecked: the rotors were outright missing, the hull was battered and cracks had formed on every surface. The pilot seemed to be salvaging a long automatic gun, at least half his size, from the helicopter. They were lucky to even make it out alive. Lucky to have magic that is.

“Hurry up, hurry up!” shouted the woman in white, waving her hands.

CornWall helped the pilot and both of them grabbed the gun and ran to join the others.

“Alright, first of, how many of you have any Stats? Anything is fine, Strength, Endurance even if it’s low in value it's fine,” asked the woman in white to the crowd.

A human as tall as CornWall with beaded brown hair and a goatee, stepped forth.

“And, anyone else? Come on. Time is precious.”

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No one stepped forth.

“Seriously! One person in ten. What were the rest of you doing with your lives? What about you?” she said pointing to the pilot.

“I was too late, all I have is strength at about 8,” replied the forlorn pilot.

The woman turned to the man who stepped forward.

“Strength, about 40,” he replied.

She swiped at the air and pulled a ridiculously huge broadsword and threw it to the man, which he promptly caught. She pulled out a dozen more weapons and a few shields from her storage and tossed it onto the ground.

“This is just in case, do you hear me. Just in case,” she said looking at the tall man. “I want all of you to remain exactly here, do not move an inch. And do not, I repeat, do not die. My duties are to escort you, not babysit you. If you’re still alive and I have to go around collecting you, I will make you pay. Dearly.”

She stepped back from the crowd and the same halo appeared on her head and started spinning above her head. She cast her hands out and a large white glowing magical circle appeared surrounding the ground on which CornWall and others were standing. He could see lines form in the circle and two smaller circles made of glowing light started spinning within the larger circle.

The circles stopped spinning and the glow from the lines brightened enough to blind CornWall if he tried examining them. The woman unfurled the wings on her back. The wings were pure white and had a span of about eleven feet. She glanced at them before flapping her wings and shooting forth into the air and heading towards the guild war.

“Hey wait, don’t leave us!” shouted CornWall, waving his hands in the air. But within seconds she was no longer visible.

Some of the men sat on the ground while others milled about within the circle.

“She’ll be back soon enough,” said the tall man to CornWall. “She’s responsible to transport those who have ranked up, so it’s not like,” he paused staring past CornWall’s shoulders. He moved to the edge of the circle, peering intently at something in the distance.

“What’s the problem, BorderLine?” called out the old man, who was seated by the elf.

“Do you see that smoke there? Or am I the only one?”

Now all of them were looking towards the top of the mountain. For a second it appeared like BorderLine was seeing things but in a few seconds a cloud of smoke appeared and all of them could hear a rumbling sound which slowly grew louder and louder.

“Monster horde,” announced BorderLine.

“Relax,” sighed the old man. “We aren’t in a city or base. We’re in the wild, so of course there are monsters here. That’s why she set up this circle, for our protection.”

But BorderLine wasn’t dissuaded. “Look at all those other mountain tops, you see the smoke coming from there. I was a Warrior Slave, so I know. Monsters are fiercely territorial, they would never form as large as a horde as this.”

The clouds grew larger and larger. The rumbling became louder until they could hear the clacking and screams.

“Undead stampede,” screamed BorderLine. “Grab a weapon and get ready!”