The First Sign: Zombies! Playground 1, This is where the RP takes place Options

[Tellie]

Zaeed. In a tavern at the Imperial City.

Zaeed was contemplating his future, really with all the killings that had been going on lately someone working in the 'private' security sector like himself could stand to make a fortune. Nursing his jug of ale that the bartender had refused to accept payment for after learning his name he sighed.

In his years of killing and or arresting every kind of beast and lowborn scum that walked, glided or flew across Tamriel he was a bit stumped. Never had he heard of such acts of mindless violence that was ripping through the Province, worst part was that even after running them through they didn't stay dead. Oh he had heard the rumours of course, once they killed you you didn't stay that way, yet...the idea of a bite bringing the dead back to life seemed absurd. Sure a vimpire's bite could eventually turn you into one, but even though a vimpire's heart did not beat, there was still intelligence there...these...things seemed to have no intelligence at all simply an never ending appetite for the flesh of the living, according to the rumours at least.

Taking another gulp of the concotion that was supposed to be ale he glanced around the small inn. Not many people were there and the few who were sat huddled up to themselves, never meeting the eyes of anyone else 'cowardly sheep' he thought as the door opened and two robed men...shambled inn, most likely deep in their cups already.

A gust of wind blew a small piece of parment in and to Zaeed's irritation it blew straight into his face. "What the?" was all he could mutter before taking a good look at the piece of parchment. No one really knows how it happened.

Almost all of Cyrodiil and the surrounding borderlines were affected by an unknown disease. I knew that this epidemic was nothing we've ever seen. Three months back, the Royal Healers and the Guild of Mages was working on a cure. It was a promise that they never kept. An associate of mine brought me terrible news. Instead of killing this virus, they unknowingly amplified it!

It started in the Imperial City itself.


The next part was blotched out in ink but his trained eye could notice the words 'Died' and 'Tore at each other', fortunately the rest of the letter was readable.

... so I warn that whoever read this, make haste to Anvil! Ships from (blotched with ink) has arrived and is ferrying those fortunate to a safe place!

May the Nine give us strength in these times of bereavement,

Courier Ra'Jhibus.


'Bloody hell' was the first thing that wen't through Zaeed's mind, the next thing was 'why does it smell like corpses here?', Eyes widening Zaeed dropped the letter and swung out his sword, decapitating one of the newcomers, and he noted with a grim mood that the owner of that head had been dead and decomposing for several weeks at least.

Draining the rest of his goblet he noticed that several more were starting to shamble towards the open door, switching his sword to his left hand he tok out one of his crossbows in his right hand and turned towards the bartender. "If you have a weapon I'd get it if I were you, this compassion's gona get ugly"

This post has been edited by Tellie: Mar 25 2011, 03:08 AM

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

Clients scrambled away from the fight in a panic, tumbling over tables, pushing each other aside, trampling those who fell or were too drunk to get off the floor. A few, ran outside and Kaye sent a silent prayer for them. He knew not how many more of the undead wandered the streets but he doubted the escapees would find the safety they'd been looking for outside the inn.

The zombie he'd been fighting clumsily trashed around on the floor and slowly got back to its feet.
"Alright, you rotting monster. Might as well get this over with." Kaye said to himself as he slipped into a more open stance. Normally against a humanoid opponent he preferred the style of the flashing serpent, which emphasized a non-confrontational stance and quick, crippling retaliation. His current opponent however, lacked both the mindset that would fall for that and didn't seem to suffer much from smashed joints.

"I hope you two arent completely drunk,"
From out of nowhere appeared another mercenary, this time a Redguard like himself. The man cleaved off one of the zombies' arms, which plopped around on the floor like a fish on dry land.
Seeing an opportunity, Kaye leapt forward and sank his fingers in the zombies' chest, aiming for the gap between the ribs. Undead or not, there had to be something, anything that would be a vital component of the creature. His hand crashed easily through the shriveled lungs and heart till they found the spine. no longer held together by healthy tendons and muscle, it was easy enough to pull out one of the disks and watch the beast collapse to the floor once more. There it spasmed around with a body that could no longer support itself. Each time its legs would find stable footing and it tried to raise itself, its torso would limply flop to a side and drag it down again.

"I would have been in a few more minutes. As it is now, I wish I was. This makes me feel sick." Kaye replied to the younger Redguard while desperately trying to shake off the rotten bits of meat that clung to his hand. The other zombie had by now also been dealt with, though in the confusion Kaye did not know who had struck the fatal blow. Or if there even had been one. It seemed that while thorough dismembering or crippling could incapacitate them, the pieces were still alive.

A cloaked stranger whom Kaye recognized as the instigator of the brawl he'd been expected, had closed the doors and was now frantically pushing tables in front of it.
"I suggest that we contemplate on what we shall do. And fast, the barricades not gonna last long." The man said, loudly enough to be heard. Unfortunately, the majority of the mob inside was still in too much of a panic to respond rationally. Kaye counted himself lucky for having been near the zombies. Disgusting as fighting one had been, it was by far the safer option next to being trampled and squashed in the crowd.