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

[Tellie]

Zaeed Massani

Zaeed watched as the last of the zombies were dispatched by a pair of Redguards, one whom had been sitting next to him when the attack started and the other had come though the door. A last zombie had also been dealt with by a cloaked and masked man, whom had barricaded the door immediately afterwards. "I suggest that we contemplate on what we shall do. And fast, the barricades not gonna last long." he said to the room at large.

Zaeed agreed with that statement as did the redguard fist fighter, but it appeared the majority of the half drunk sheep in the inn was of a different opinion, that of running and trampling around like headless chickens. "OI EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP", Zaeed yelled, only to viciously avoid palming his face in frustration at the uselessness of his yell.

With a frustrated growl he dug deep inside of himself to summon up some good'ol fashioned rage and the change was dramatic. His vision shrunk up to the point that all he could see was his target, time seemed to slow as adrenaline flowed like fire through his veins, and his muscles tightened as he grabbed the large wooden surface of the bar. With a scream of rage and encouragement he ripped it off its frame and hurled the big piece of wood into the mass of people trying to open the side door and windows. The wooden board hurled most of them to the ground and the rest ceased their paniced clawing at the door and windows and instead shrank back in fear as he glared at them.

"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE", he yelled. "Those things are right outside, and by the sound of it there are dozens of them at least, now if you have any desire to survive the night I suggest you sit down and shut the hell up or those things will be the least of your worries...after all you are trapped in here, and you are trapped in here with me", the look of absolute fear that crossed their faces as they realized exactly who was threathening them was joy to Zaeed's heart and he gave a contended sigh as he grabbed a plate with food.

Turning around he flipped the plate and hammered it as hard as he could onto the surface of a table, more or less flattening the plate, he continued his work by picking up a small axe that he used tu cut in edges in the plate, and after a few short moments he held a more or less round disk with sharp edges and notches that when thrown would sever a head or limb with ruthless efficiency

Picking up a few more plates he turned towards the person who was barricading the door. "D'you have anything in particular planned? Or do you want to make thigs up as we go along?" Zaeed asked as he continued to make new 'weapons'