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

[ureniashtram]

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The undercurrents of the Arcane was uncertain, even to one such as Cyldreen. At times, the undercurrent was bright as the Morning Star but mostly it was a darkened wind, heading towards a directionless road.

But this time, he could 'smell' a focused current, dragging with it the scent of wildness and untamed skill.

It was on a child. A Bosmer child.

On a nanosecond, Cyldreen thought that this one was blessed by Y'ffre. He dismissed that idea as soon as it appeared. Such wildness could only be curse, no doubt. He would have to keep an eye on this sneaky elf, he is a threat to everybody as much as to himself.

He left the thought buried on his mind, ready to be dug up if the need arises. But for now, a feast awaits him. He would have to be discreet about it, however. For the moment, he went against the idea of butchering the Imperial in plain view. Not that he mind, but that damned Vernon would surely go Divine Crusader on him and insinuate a fight.

He still has a crucial part to play and when that is over..

I would get to feast on the Voidserpent's children.. The taste of the damned leaves a sweet taste for days.

"Go on, then," he barked at the Imperial barkeep. "Go before I chop your feet and make you watch as I burn it!"

He turned to the petrified .. sheeps. The inner wolf in him howled in perverse joy at the sight.

"Move!"