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

Kaye was appalled. It wasn't that he stood on a high moral ground himself, what with having practically abandoned the rest of humanity for most of his life, but the plan he heard went beyond mere indifference.
"I sincerely hope it is the alcohol clouding your senses because if it isn't, I dare not think on how black your heart must be!" He shouted, almost exactly at the same time as the other Redguard.

Kaye shook his head. If he'd known that a simple night of drinking would turn into an unimaginable nightmare, he wouldn't have come. Vernon had gone right into one of the mad men's faces as he continued his tirade and a dull thumping could be heared inbetween every word. The zombies were not too patient it seemed. The noise made it hard to think but right now his mind was the best asset he had.
"Hmm, we can't leave through the door. Those things would swarm in as soon as we get rid of the barricade. And that stupid idea of throwing fellow men and women out first would only worsen the pileup at the door. Got to think of another way out."

"Well, come to think of it. Where the hell did these things come from anyway? When I came to the city at noon, everything seemed normal. Little quiet perhaps, but normal. Who knows, the problem might just be a local one. I did pass by a graveyard on the way here. Add a delusional necromancer, and this whole mess would be explained quite nicely. So if we could make it to another district, preferably by the top of the walls instead of the big gate..."

And idea formed in his head and he walked up to Vernon.
"Hold it. The tavern and its surrounding buildings all have multiple floors. And this being a city, the streets inbetween are rather narrow. If we went upstairs, we could pass from building to building without even touching the streets. We'd need to get a good solid board or something to serve as a bridge for those who aren't too nimble though. How about it? It would be slow going to get everyone across one by one but I think it could get us out of the district in one piece."