Teaparty

Vera treated the world as it were like just another day in Yggdrasil. She had never much cared for her real life beyond that it funded her online persona and eventually vis versa as she grew in strength and ability to be able to guard people even against multiple level 100 assassins. She dropped from a tree, landing blade first in a massive saurians spine as it abruptly went limp beneath her.

The real target was a bit of a ways off, she had sent out the call to action for whoever was still able to recieve the message - The guild leader at the very least she knew would recieve it, but perhaps also some of the people she had met over her years as a raider and someone involved with roleplay aswell. She had played the part of bodyguard for everything from kings to liches, a consummate professional mercenary who would fight for any cause.

A three story tall turtle with enough landmass ontop of its shell to build a village if you wanted to was grazing on the nearby forest. A worldclass beast that was wandering ever closer to civilization. The reasons she gave people to come differed for each one. Playing up the loot, playing up the innocents in danger, playing up the adventure and excitement of raiding in the new world, even a not so subtle hint about how she hadn't yet chosen anyone to protect.

But above all else it was an attempt to figure out who else was stuck here and to exchange information, connect networks, and see what exactly people had planned as the theoretical new gods of this world. - Sure not everything was as weak as it had been when the game was still properly running but the majority of the world was not a threat to these adventurers, entire kingdoms could be destroyed by just one of them.

And so she set out on her most important task...Reaching into her pocket space and starting to pull out a table, chairs, a tablecloth, candles, a music box, food, drinks, everything needed to create a rustic picnic of absurdly high quality. She used her extensive skills to set everything just right for the meeting that would serve as the true goal of the gathering, even placing little nameplates on the chairs for those who had managed to contact her back and prove their continued existence.