Immortal Legends Roster
[Reinhardt]:
Alright, looks like everyone's here. Off we go. Excuse us, folks.
As if a global command had just been issued, the crowd immediately cleared a path like a red carpet all the way to the stairs with people cheering at the heroes as they passed by. The Dragonborn still hadn't gotten used to being famous and still waved awkwardly at folk while the rest paid them no attention.
[Soldier 76]:
Just keep walking, boy scout.
[Dragonborn]:
But they're waving at us. Isn't it rude not to wave back?
[Geralt]:
You remember our zombie apocalypse game, newbie? That'll be this floor if we stay here for more than five minutes. You'll die, again, and I'll be leaving your stupid ass behind.
[Sub-Zero]:
But instead of damage. It is friend requests. So many friend requests.
As they reached the end of the hall, they entered what was once a staircase, but had now been replaced by an elevator bay. It was "patched in" after the number of floors crossed into three digits and people grew tired of walking down stairs for hours.
Reinhardt pressed the panel button and the ten guild members stepped inside the elevator like a band of adventures about to take the lift straight down to hell.
