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At first, it was just a little earthquake, in the next moments, large pieces of ground began to rip and tear apart all over the world, killing millions. But then it got worse, the earthquake kept going, grinding and smashing up rock, sandstone, shale, you name it, all into fine dust and mist. Thereafter, the still solid pieces of ground across the world were thrusted and shot up into the sky, high in the atmosphere, they became large floating islands, and were quickly covered by snow and ice. The temperature on the islands got colder in an instant, where large icicles hung off of cliffs and cave roofs. All that was left of the world below was a churning sphere of water, mist, dust, pieces of rock, ores, and people's old belongings. This is where the story begins...

A group of strangers wake up on a snow covered dock, or what used to be one. Directly in front of the dock is a stone path leading to a wooden door in the side of an overhanging cliff covered in icicles. They can see that the area is surrounded in pine trees and moss covered in snow and icicles, it is also incredibly cold.

Roland was the first to open his eyes. He grunted, dragging himself to a fetal position. He recognized his low body temperature for what it was. He wouldn't ask how he had managed to survive...not yet. He forced his sore body to move, trying to determine if anything were broken. A sharp pain from his shoulder answered the unspoken question. He risked a glance and saw that a shattered plate had lodged into his shoulder. the blood barely moved in the exposed cold. He was thankful, but realized if he found a way to warm up it could bode ill - the plate was lodged awful close to his neck. He ignored the pain as much as he could, and, seeing the doorway, crawled toward it. When he finally reached the handle, he would attempt to use it with his good hand.

The door slowly slings open, to reveal a tavern of sorts. Miraculously, the inside of the Tavern had not seemed to be affected by the "Earth Quake". All throughout the tavern are many tables with stools sitting beside them, and on some are plates which hadn't been taken to clean yet. In the middle of tavern, is a large support beam, obviously to keep the roof from falling in. Near the bar are stools, unwashed plates, mugs, and cutlery as well, and behind it is a stone fireplace, with it's fire lit. One can also see the bartender behind the bar as well, where a bartender should be.