(I'll make the first post, an introduction to the Panmundian Legal Guild members. If you want to own a Legal Guild master, feel free to claim him/her and you don't need to make a bio unless you want to. I am in control of Marcarov (Twin-Tails) and Moebius (Gigiyas Clan). The rest of you can claim the rest if you guys want). Port Tanzia's towering lighthouse reaches high into the clouds; a beacon of hope and dreams which can be seen hours before the rest of the port is. In the canals and streets below it, ships exchange their stock, and traders sell their rare goods to buyers. Creatures of all kinds fill the streets, all trying to get somewhere, and pterosaurs and birds fly overhead, carrying varying from secret admirers from just down the street, to important scientific discoveries happening continents away. Marine reptiles escort ships from below the waves and play with children in the clear-blue waters. Everyone seems oblivious to the fact that in just a few minutes, the Legal Guild Masters were all about to meet for the first time in a year. Their meeting place was a small, outside tavern near the edge of water. It has a cobblestone floor, a huge kitchen with a pots brewing various different dishes, and a pretty female Austroraptor waitress bringing drinks to the rowdy customers. The bartender, a Pachycephalosaurus, was giving a drink to a Megatherium sitting at the counter. The huge Sloth was wearing a tattered green handkerchief around his neck, and on it was the mark of the Legal Guild Sloth's Talon. This was the Guild Leader Malcolm, a hard and determined worker who has been with his Guild since its beginning. He takes a swag of the drink from the Pachycephalosaurus and strikes up a small conversation. "Ah, that hits the spot. Took me over a week to get out here by Airship." "Where are you from?" The bartender replies. "Dondruma Town, it's up northwest in the Western Schrade Area." "Never heard of it..." Malcolm's expression turns to dread upon hearing that. No matter how much they try to get their little settlement noticed, still nobody seems to know about it. "I'm the Guild Master of Sloth's Talon? I was here last year with the other Guilds? Don't you remember me?" The Megatherium asks desperately. "No" the Pachycephalosaur replies. He then left to go down and tend to a few more customers at the other end of the counter. Malcolm is left to lament in his seat before he has a visitor. "Still having trouble getting your town recognized buddy?" A deep voice in native Panmundian (the common language in the world) says from behind him. Malcolm turns his head and sees none other than the Guild Master of Earth-Shaker standing before him, an Apatosaurus named Winston. On his back was an orange cloth tied around his body, with the mark of his guild proudly displayed. "Winston! How good to see you old friend!" Malcolm says. Winston then lays down next to him on a huge block designed for sauropods, but doubles-up as a table when not in use. "Have a safe trip over here?" Malcolm asks. "Ah, the trip overseas was bumpy and took a long time, but it could've been worse. I struck up numerous conversations with plesiosaurs along the way." "You didn't use the Ostland?" Malcom asks, somewhat surprised. "No, one of my teams used it for a mission across the sea. They needed it more than me, so I left early and took a boat. They said they'd stop by and pick me up on their way back." Then Winston directs his attention to the bartender. "Hey, send a big round down here!" The Pachycephalosaur obliges and brings out a large barrel of beer for the huge sauropod. Winston then asks Malcom a question before starting to drink. "How have you and your wife been doing?" "Well, she's pregnant." Winston coughs and snorts up a large amount of beer upon hearing that. "WHAT!? Congratulations man! How many months?" Malcolm smiles. "About nine, still another eight or so to go. The baby will be born by the time construction is completed." "Well that's great to hear! Invite the little sloth down during the next guild meeting. I would love to meet him, and I'm sure Karen and Marcorav would love to as well." "Eh, I would... I'm just worried about the other two..." "For the last time! You're not a Pirate you long-faced oath!" A deep voice says from behind them. "ARRRGGH! Yes I be, ye horned scallywag!" Another voice soon says afterwards. "Speak of the devils..." Malcolm says before the two turn. Standing by the entrance was a Titanoceratops and Suchomimus in each other's faces. The Titanoceratops was dressed in full clad armor, covering nearly every square inch of his body. On his sides and frill were the marks of the Guild Armored Knights, and his face had two long scars on it. The Suchomimus had a Pirate's hat on top of his head, with the mark of Pirate Dagger on its front. He had an arm missing, instead replaced with long, thin hook, and a small Icthyornis perched on his sail, looking annoyed at the two master's outbursts. These were Commander Maverick and "Captain Clawbeard", the Guild Leaders of Armored Knights and Pirate Dagger. The Icthyornis is Toothbill, Clawbeard's first mate who accompanies him everywhere. He's not as in on the whole pirate gig as his Master, but still loves their Guild nonetheless. Maverick continues the argument. "You're a Guild Master, not some adventure-seeking pirate. You must sacrifice your fun and games for the greater good of our proud world!" "Arrrggh... Says the landlubber who limits the booze in his Guild! Adventure comes a-calling to me and me crew! We face the fiercest seas and the deadliest waters for treasure, and have fun while doing it! Your Guild is nothing but a long set of restraints!" "Why you..." Maverick says while getting even closer to Clawbeard's face. "Masters," Toothbill chimes in, "aren't we supposed to be meeting up with the others over there?" His statement brought the two Master's attention to the other Guild Masters sitting at the bar, and they quickly run over to join them before grabbing some drinks of their own. "So, how have you two been after so long?" "Fairly good" Maverick replies after taking a swig of his drink. "My men and I took out three Dark Guilds this year, which is our best in the past twenty." Everyone looks impressed by this, except for Clawbeard. "Arrrggh! You think that's good! Some of me crew stumbled upon a massive shipyard in some of the dangerous waters around Aya. They were all loaded with gold coins! Our Guild's now has enough funds to keep the rum running for the next thrity years!" Clawbeard laughs. Toothbill then chimes in. "Too bad the Captain threw a party where everyone drank fifteen years worth of Rum right after that..." Everyone laughs at what Toothbill says, including Clawbeard from peer pressure. Maverick then asks Winston a question. "How has the Earth-Shaker Guild been under your watch Winston, if you don't mind me asking?" Winston finishes gulping down some more beer before replying. "It has been good. It's taken a few years, but everyone has recognized me as their Master by this point. It's taken a long time for me to fill his footprints..." The young Apatosaurus replies. He then looks down at his own feet. "Literally and figuratively." "You still have more growing to do, right?" Malcolm asks. "Me? A lot more. I'm not even half my dad's size." He replies. He was already many times larger than any of the other Guild leaders, but he is still fairly small for his species, and hasn't reached skeletal maturity. "Your father was a great man Winston," Meverick replies. "I remember the time we both went to the Arcolis region to fight a Dark Guild down there. In fact, that was the first big mission Malcolm here went on. Right Malcolm?" Malcolm finished drinking before he replied. "Yep, that was it. I remember." Maverick laughs a deep laugh, the alcohol starting to take over his senses. His guild strictly limited alcohol, so he didn't have the same resistance to it as many of the other masters. "We had them surrounded on all sides, Earth-Shaker and Sloth's Talon kept up the barricade while Armored Knights went in and got them all good! They didn't have a clue what hit them when we charged their gates, and I beat their Guild Master to a pulp!" "How barbaric Maverick. I hope that all you men don't just talk about this while I'm not around." A feminine, almost musical voice says behind them. Everyone turns as sees a Parasaurolophus walking towards them with a long, frilly cloak set over her body. Her head and crest is brightly colored, with the mark of the Red Lambeosaur guild on either side of her crest. Her looks would be considered astonishing for her species, as shown as another Parasaurolophus looks at her from the far back of the tavern with his eyes budging out of his head. The other Guild Masters immediately recognize her as Karen, the Guild Master of Red Lambeosaur, and get up to greet her. "Karen, how good it is to see you," Winston says. "You look radiant as always." "Oh stop, you're flattering me," she says with a blush. She lays down on another bench at the counter and immediately begins striking up a conversation. "It's been so long everyone! How has everything been?" "Arrrgh!" Clawbeard chimes in. "The seas have been fine and the rum's been good my dear lady!" "He said it," Malcolm says. "We've all been great." Winston then breaks the news to everyone. "Malcolm's having a kid." Karen's expression becomes ecstatic and she honks at the top of her lungs. "Oh, dear Malcom! She then gets up and runs over to wrap her front legs around the shaggy Ground Sloth. "Congratulations darling! You simply must invite me to see him when he's born!" "Thank you so much, we will. My wife's already been knitting blankets, and I've been building toys for the little tot. He's developing fast." "Thought of a name yet?" Maverick asks. "Not yet, we're still deciding." Malcolm replies. "How about Jones? Like Davy Jones!" Clawbeard suggests. "For the last time! You're not a pirate!" Maverick says, more irritated by his statement from the drinking. "Arrrggh! And you're not really a knight ye walking tin can!" Clawbeard remarks back, also now more irritable by the drinks. "Oh, calm you two." Karen says while drinking some wine. "We haven't seen each other in so long! We should celebrate!" Clawbeard gets up and points his hook at the Titanoceratops. "After this one apologizes for saying I'm not a pirate!" Maverick also gets up and points his horns at Clawbeard. "How dare you say I'm not a knight you fish-eating freak!" Toothbill gets up from eating some bread and tries to stop them again. "Masters, come on! Shouldn't we be getting along! Master Clawbeard! I'm sure Master Maverick didn't really mean that!" "I did mean it you bird!" "That's it!" Clawbeard says. The Suchomimus leans over and a sword slides out of sheath tied to his back, which falls into his clawed hand. He then points the sword directly at Maverick. Maverick, in turn, rears his head back and then throws it forward, causing numerous blades and spikes to deploy out the helmet part of his armor, which he points at Clawbeard. The other Guild Masters watch in disbelief as they think two of their own were about to fight one another. However, before anyone does anything, a shadow glides over their heads. Suddenly, within a flash, the sword Clawbeard was holding falls to pieces. Maverick's spikes and swords too all fall to pieces and let out a loud clang upon hitting the ground. Everyone is shocked at what happened, including many others observing from nearby tables. Clawbeard and Maverick have no idea what happened, until they see a small avialian standing a few feet away from them. The creature was Macarov, Twin Tail's Guild Master, an old Jeholornis. He wore a small vest to covering his body, and his wings were painted with the mark of his Guild proudly shown. His feathers were of numerous colors, but started to fade with his age. Attached to his arms were sharp blades which lay parallel to his wings, and on his feet too were razor-like metal talons attached to all his individual claws. He flicked his wings back, causing the blades to swing back into a sheath, and re-curved the claws on his feet. He slowly gets up and turns his head towards the other Guild Masters. Maverick and Clawbeard look scared about what is about to happen, while the rest of the group looks relieved. "I hope you two weren't really about to fight now, were you?" Macarov asks with a look of anger and disappointment. "N- n- n- no- NOT AT ALL MASTER MACAROV!!!" Both say while turning and bowing towards him, scared about what possible punishments they might face from the most powerful Guild Master in Panmundia. "Good," Macarov says, his expression quickly changing to one of happiness as if nothing ever happened. "Now then, how is everyone doing?" "Fine I must say, Marcarov." A feminine voice from near the entrance of the tavern says. Marcarov turns and sees a male Ivantosaurus walking towards him, smiling. "I liked that little performance you just did, it's nice to see you still in-action despite your age." This was Wulf, the Guild Master of Sabertooth, the second strongest Guild after Twin Tail. The giant gorgonopsian dressed in thick, warm fur and leather wrapped around his body, with the Sabertooth emblem on the side. His sabers were shiny white in the intense tropical sunlight, and although small compared to the numerous dinosaurs around him, he was able to make himself seem intimidating to most of them; even to the other Guild Masters. Marcarov, however, simply stood still where he was. "I'm far from done yet, Wulf," Marcarov says while smiling. "It's going to take me a long time before they put me out of commission." He holds out a wing, and Wulf holds out his own paw to shake it. "How's your Guild been? It's been so long since we last spoke." "It's been very good. Despite the freezing temperatures and horrible conditions, everyone loves working there." He smiles while she talks, letting the length of his sabers show. The other Guild Masters quickly get up from their seats and greet them at the center of the tavern. "How good it is to see you two." Malcolm says with a smile on is face. "I'm so glad you were both able to make it," Karen says with a smile. "Marcarov, you're looking younger every time I see you. And Wulf, you look handsome! You must do something to your skin to keep it from getting all worn in that weather you live in." Wulf smiles. Despite looking intimidating, he appreciated when he gets praised about his looks. "Truthfully, I don't use anything." Karen gasps. "Are you sure? You're a lucky one then. I have to do so many things to keep myself looking like this." Then Malcolm intrudes. "Well, this should be everyone. What should we do next?" "Not everyone," Wulf says before turning around. "You can come in Draco, it's fine." Suddenly from out of the doorway comes a big Tyrannosaurus Rex. He wore war paint over his face and had long, decorative feathers pointing off the back of his head and neck. His body was wrapped in leather armor with the mark of the Wyvern Fang guild, and he carried no noticeable weapons. He looked surprisingly nervous to enter such a busy tavern, and numerous eyes from all across the tavern looked at him with some fear. There were not many kind stories about his kind in Panmundia, and his species were weary of outsiders because of this. However, after a moment of stares, he stood strong and with a dignified expression on his face. he walked proud towards the other Guild Masters, who greeted him with open hearts. "Hello. I am Draco, the Master of Wyvern Fang. You know the previous master, before me, he was here last year." "We do all know him." Marcarov says. "Quickly now, let us walk. There are plenty of sights in the city, and I'm sure you wish to see them all." The Guild Masters spent the next week talking about various Guild matters and having fun. Winston drank barrels full of beer and never once got drunk once; Malcolm bragged about his baby to everyone; Maverick and Clawbeard got into more fights, all of which were stopped by Wulf and Marcarov; Karen went shopping for a bit in the town's ports, and Marcarov even sparred for a while with the other Masters, and ended up not even breaking a sweat. Draco was nervous about being in such a big city, and no matter where he went he felt isolated from everyone else around him, but the Guild Masters accepted him with open hearts and minds, seeing him a their equal, and that made up for it. Eventually, however, all had to go their separate ways back to their own individual Guilds. Marcarov in particular got a letter which was a list of complaints from the High Council about his Guild Member's behavior, telling him to head back and have a chat with everyone. The Ostland and Shining Sail also came by and picked up Winston and Clawbeard, and after some long goodbyes, particularly from Karen, they all went their separate ways back to their Guilds and families.

In the heart of the Panmundia continent, Barubaré Village was bustling with tons of dramatic activity. The Summer Festival would be starting in a few weeks, and all the traders were opening up shop for the large influx of visitors they'd be seeing in the coming weeks. People from all over the continent had come to this little trading town to celebrate the turning of the seasons, and the civilians were all preparing for the influx as well.

The huge 40ft arches around the marketplaces were being decorated by glorious streamers by pterosaurs, gardening Hadrosaurs were heavily cropping plants so that they looked their finest, and the massive gong at the center of town was being polished to a glimmering shine for it's big ring in the coming days. The air smelled of all sorts of wonderful aromas that traders brought from across the vast land: curry and spices from the west, the lavender and freshly cut wood from the east, and the fruity tang of exotic citrus from the southern islands. Walking down the massive streets were Sauropods carrying heavy cargo on their backs, Stegosaurs carrying donut-shaped bread on their spikes which hungry children ran after rather like how human children chase ice cream trucks, and ambassadors running around frantically while trying to translate all the different languages. Even a Segnosaurus barber seemed to be quite overwhelmed by the huge influx of creatures now needing trims from his small shop.

Rather inconspicuous among the massive waves of huge Saurians was a small hooded figure. The creature only stood a good 2 feet tall, but her species remained ambiguous with his face covered by a large hood. She seemed to be in discomfort from being so wrapped up in the heat of the mid-day sun, but nonetheless, walked with purpose through the huge crowds as she headed away from the center of town. Eventually she found himself walking towards the entrance of a very important place: perhaps the most important place to her in Panmundia. She was standing outside of the Twin Tails Guild Building. She had finally made it.

Suddenly, in order to get a better look at it, the figure pulled her hood off her face and looked up at the massive building, revealing herself to be a Velociraptor. Her feathers were a light brown with occasional black and white strands across their length, and the feathers on his tail and arms were tipped with snow white ends. She took a long and deep sigh, exhausted from the long journey it took to get there, yet overjoyed to finally see the place with her own eyes. Her future lies within the doors before her, and she quickly grabbed the handle to push the doors open...

What she saw was far from her expectations...

Suddenly, a beer bottle came flying out of the doorway she just opened, barely missing her and crashing directly into the Guild's outer fence. She then turned back inside to see an all-out brawl going on in the Guild. Pterosaurs were dunking beer on everyone's heads, sauropods were holding multiple other creatures down under their weight, pachycephalosaurs were smashing into each other, and even a big Gigantopithecus was holding a crocodilian in a headlock. The whole tavern was filled with the cries of fights between the numerous species, and the Deinonychus wondered if he found the right building...

"You lied to me about that cute saleswoman!" A Kosmoceratops roared at a tiny Thrinaxodont while charging after it at speed.

"Ok everyone, I think that's enough-" A Sapeornis said before getting launched away by a swinging Hadrosaur tail.

The Deinonychus' expression was one of complete awestruck. He was taken aghast by the fact he was finally in the Guild he looked so long for, but also shocked by the members around him... He stood cautiously near the entrance of the guild looking on at the fighting, trying to stay out of the onslaught of fights from all corners.

"Fight me!" An Embolotherium roars at a Carnotaurus before charging at imposing theropod. However, the Carnotaurus managed to dodge the attack by sidestepping it, and the Embolotherium crashes into a bunch of barrels of beer and wine, causing it to spill on the floor.

"Hey!" A female Estemmenosuchus yells angrily while running over to the pouring barrels. "Geeze guys! Watch out for the beer! You all have no class at all!"

She then proceeds to start gulping out all the beer that was falling out of the barrel, leaving the Velociraptor awestruck by here abilities...

"It's only noon and you guys are already crying and whining?" A Thalassodromeus states while walking down calmly through the crowds of people. "You all aren't kids you know..." He then victoriously lifts his wings into the air while jumping into the middle of a major hassle. "Real men speak with violence!"

"Ugh... How noisy can you guys get?" A colorful male Sylviornis says from the sidelines, flaunting his good looks to two females that were cuddling up next to his wings. However, after he spoke, a plate full of salad flew into his face, causing him to grow pissed...

"Grrr..." He says while getting up and walking over towards the mob angrily. However, before jumping into the fray he turns around and winks flirtatiously to the two woman and speaking to them in a calm, cool voice. "I'm going to join in. To protect you girls, of course." He says while posing and pointing both of his wings at the two. They look on at him with hearts in their eyes and wish him luck.

"What the hell is with this place?" The Velociraptor asks to himself as she looks around. "There isn't one normal person here!"

"Oh, are you new here?" A calm, feminine voice states to her from behind. She quickly turns to see a large, crested Tupandactylus behind her. She was wearing a vest around her body. Her eyes grew wide for a moment as he managed to recognize her. This was Chloe, one of the most famous S-Rank members of Twin Tails.

"Your Chloe! The Chloe!" The Velociraptor says excitedly.

Chloe smiles a bit as she recognized her. "The one and only."

"It's great to meet you, but..." She starts before turning away and looking towards the massive brawl going on besides them. "Uh, sh-shouldn't we be stopping them?"

Chloe turns to look at the fight as well. "They're always like this. We should just let them be. Besides-"

Chloe was unable to finish her sentence as, out of nowhere, the Thalassodromeus she saw earlier suddenly flew out of nowhere and collided into her, sending the two pterosaurs flying into a nearby wall. The Velociraptor was completely flabbergasted that she was struck down so suddenly, and as she lifted herself up from the ground, she managed to finish her sentence.

"it's fun, don't you think?" She manages to usher before collapsing from exhaustion alongside the other pterosaur. The Velociraptor panicked as Twin Tail's most famous member had fallen.

"Ugh, how annoying..." the female Estemmenosuchus stated again as she got up from drinking from the barrels and ran into the fray herself. "I can't even have a nice relaxing drink... You guys better knock it off!"

"Now I'm mad!" A Edmontonia roars as he charges around the Carnotaurus from before's legs.

"What a nuissssssssance you people are..." A Gigantophis hisses.

"Bring it on!" A Nagmetosaurus bellows.

"This is getting outta hand!" The Velociraptor screams while hunkering down in worry at what came next.

Suddenly, the guild doors blast open with the force of a charging Triceratops, and an extremely long, dark shadow trails into the hallway from the outside sunlight. A roar erupts from outside that could rival that of a Tyrannosaurs, followed by equally ferocious words.

"THAT'S ENOUGH, YOU FOOLS!"

Everyone in the entire guild freezes and halts what they were doing mid-action. All eyes were now completely trained on the doorway, and the terrifying creature that likely existed just outside. The Velociraptor was utterly terrified upon seeing this being suddenly come in out of nowhere, especially if he had the ability to cause everyone in the guild to cease what they were doing so easily. His presence alone turned the entire guild from a complete war, to the description of perfect silence...

"Oh, your back from your trip master?" Chloe says after managing to get up from her crash course a moment ago.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect to see this upon my return..." The voice stated more calmly.

"Master!?" The Velociraptor asked, utterly terrified.

"Hmm? You new here?" The dark figure states as he walks forwards towards the Guild entrance.

"Y-Yes!" She states nervously.

"Well then..." The figure states as he comes out of the bright, glaring sun of the outside world and manages to show himself before them all as a... Tiny bird. The Velociraptor was dumbstruck as the little Jeholornis then managed to kick off the ground and glide over the numerous other members before landing on the ground before him and Chloe. "Nice to meetcha!"

"Master Marcarov?!" The Velociraptorasks, somewhat excited, somewhat terrified.

"Yeah, the one and only." He says while smiling, making her feel more comfortable. He then turns back to look at the crowd behind him. "Give me a moment to school my children. I'll get to you in a second..."

Master Marcarov then jumps up into the air again and glides onto a nearby platform on the second floor above. He then clears his throat as all members of Twin Tails look up at him from far below, preparing for their punishment...

"You guys have all gone and done it again..." He starts. "My meeting with the other Guild Masters had to finish early because of all this paperwork I got from the High Council! Just look how much I got this time..."

Marcarav then reached onto his back and pulled out a scroll from his satchel. He then let it unwind before him, the top being held under his foot, and the total length was revealed. The scroll had to be longer than many of the Sauropod member's necks, and it ended up touching the floor below...

"It's all complaints!" Marcarov continues. "All you guys ever do is get the council mad at me!"

Everyone looked down at the ground in disappointment and guilt for what they had done, and Marcarov seemed to tremble in in anger as his eyes squinted closed. The Velociraptor simply looked on in fear and worry about what would happen...

"However..." Marcarov said, a small smile forming on his face.

Suddenly Marcorav, in one swift movement, threw the whole scroll into the air. As it fell, he deployed his folded, sword-like wing blades and sliced it into tiny little bits and pieces, shocking everyone around him.

"TO HELL WITH THE COUNCIL!" He shouts as the little pieces of the scroll scattered amongst everyone around.

"Now, listen up!" Marcorav begins. "Power that surpasses reason is still born from reason. Our abilities are not a miraculous power. Our power is only realized when the flow of energy inside all of us, and the flow of energy in this brilliant world comes into perfect sync! Our abilities all come from mental strength and focus- no, it comes from our entire soul! If you worry about the eyes watching from high above, and you will make no progress in the ways of honing your abilities and becoming the greatest persons you can be. Don't let the fools on the council scare you! Follow the path you believe in!"

Marcorav then lifts one of his wings in the air triumphantly. "That's what us members of Twin Tail do!"

Everyone throughout the guild then manages to cheer loudly and wildly. Those who can manage to throw their arms into the air triumphantly, and those that cant make the loudest bellows and calls they possibly can to express their happiness. The Velociraptor simply looks up at the Guild Master while smiling hugely, in complete awe that such an amazing leader could even exist. She couldn't help but be overjoyed by the master's speech.

Almost immediately and unanimously, all members of the Guild began working together to put everything they had just destroyed back together. Ones who were just at each other's throats were now helping each other up and laughing about the whole ordeal, and the whole guild was falling back into a joyful and happy order. Chloe quickly got up and walked besides the Velociraptor, and Marcarov then glided down before the two.

"Well, you mind not telling anyone I said that?" she says while smiling. "The council would have my head if they knew... But anyways, what's your name?"

The Velociraptor took one more look around the room, amazed by all the members and the amazing master before him. She then turned back to Marcaroc and smiled herself. "My name's Nagasaki, and I've come to join your Guild."

"Alright SEALs, we are almost to the drop off zone! When I pull down the hatch for the cargo bay door, everyone unbuckle themselves and prepare to jump on my word!" Yelled the SEAL Sergeant to his fellow Navy SEALs.

Today was an important day for this small group of soldiers. They were going to be delivery important supplies to an undisclosed United States military compound. The crates they were bringing had all sorts of top of art goodies from various military firearms and well-stocked ammunition to canned cans and plenty of MREs. These goods had to come today or the military compound would be of a major disadvantage and their mission could possibly be compromised. As the massive cargo jet flied overhead and entered the drop off zone, the SEAL Sergeant pulled down the cargo bay door hatch. The massive door lowered and a huge gust of wind entered the aircraft, making the making the military plane shake and rock in the sky high above.

"SEALs! Lets go!" Called out the Sergeant.

Soon the soldiers began to unbuckle themselves, picking up their gear and walking the edge of the cargo bay. Waiting for the word of their Sergeant: "GO, GO, GO, GO!!" Roared the SEALs Sergeant.

All the Navy SEALs began to leap out of the plane. As they sky dived down towards the earth, they pressed a button on their person. A tracking beacon of sorts that allowed the crates they were delivering to follow their movements. Allowing pickup to be a breeze. As all the SEALs leaped off and were skydiving to the ground, it was now the Sergeants turn to do the same. He turned around and called to a soldier who was not apart of this mission and said: "Close the hatch when I leap, alright soldier?"

"Yes, sir!" Replied the SEAL.

With a nod of his head, the Sergeant jumped from the plane! Skydiving down towards the surface of the world. He too would press the homing beacon for the crate he was delivering to the compound down below. As he made his way closer to the ground he seen something begin to form in front of him. Shimmering... forming... The Sergeant had no idea what was going on. Perhaps some sort of magnetic energy coming from the earth? Maybe it was his eyes playing tricks on him. The Sergeant couldn't stop or turns course quick enough before his answer would soon be answered. He and the crate that was following him flew straight into the shimmering and forming energy circle and what he would soon before him was not the world he once knew, but of something completely strange and different. For unknowing to the SEAL Sergeant was that he had just entered a rift and what he was looking at was... PANMUNDIA!!

The Gorge

Walking through the lush forests of the great gorge west of Sekumaeya desert, in southern Panmundia, Conan was getting very bored. Out of all the Outlaws, he was the first to wake up today, and was horribly thirsty, so he went to seek out the nearest watering hole. Even though he had to put up with the annoying act of going to drink alone, without company, he just couldn't sleep again after awakening in the day. Getting lost in the woods was not an issue for Conan, as he has spent enough time here to know all the routes to the rivers and ponds that dot the forests near the gorge. Shaking the last tree in his way aside, Conan descended to a nearby pond to drink. As he lowered his body to lap up some water, he saw some movement in the skies: as if they shattered! Conan was unfamiliar with rifts and how they work, so he has never seen an immigrant before, let alone spoken to one. But this was something that drew his attention from drinking to observing this odd spectacle.
"What in the three deserts was that?" he muttered to himself, as he took a gulp of water and continued drinking, before he actually noticed a small, dark dot falling from the skies. This was even more awkward, for he never saw any precipitation resembling dark dots, but it looked like an object. He blinked thrice to make sure it was not an illusion, or something bad having to do with his eyesight. He observed the dot and watched in which direction it was going to fall, hoping to find out what it was all about.