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

Even while the child busied himself with the window, Cyldreen pushed passed Kaye and began to investigate the closed off rooms by, strangely enough, sniffing at the locks. At the second one he apparantly discovered something, which he indicated with a gesture at Vernon and Kaye before loudy threatening the occupant inside.

The upstairs presence of the man had worried Kaye from the moment he became aware of him. Part of the reason why he'd been so eager to lug the table upstairs was to get away from Cyldreen as soon as possible, or at least earn a temporary reprieve.
"At least he's no longer threatening the poor folk downstairs." Kaye thought.
"Right right, you're hungry. We get it. Now would you please take a look out of the window and tell us what you see out there? I'd like to know how many wandering dead will be beneath our feet, or if the streets have been cleaned out by the guards by now." He muttered while shaking his head.

They had rested the tabletop against a wall as they waited for Dalarius to do his magic. For a while, the child tinkered with the lock, but soon the window swung open, almost taking the youngster with it.
"Hey, you alright, son?" The Redguard asked as the Bosmer only barely managed to avoid falling out of the building. Meanwhile, Vernon tossed over a few coins and picked up his end of the tabletop again.
"Now, lets get this in place," The younger of the two Redguards said.
"Err, yes. Let's do that." Kaye replied and maneouvred closer to the now open window. He didn't know if Dalarius had been hurt or not by his tumble, but at least he was alive and aware of his surroundings so he probably had only suffered a few bruises at the worst.

"ALRIGHT YOU WITLESS SHEEP, THESE BEAST ARE NEARLY THROUGH THE DOOR SO GET YOUR SORRY ARSES UP TO THE FIRST FLOOR NOW BEFORE I GO THROUGH WITH MY FIRST PLAN" Upon hearing the renewed yelling from downstairs, soon to be followed by the thumping of feet storming up the stairs, Kaye really began to get worried. It wasn't the impending breakin of the undead that had really caught his attention, troublesome as that would be. No, it was the prospect of having all inhabitants of the building stampeding to the topfloor. He didn't know if the sturcture was even designed to handle the weight of so many feet on the upper level, and he doubted that the creaking stairs would survive the ascent of a panicked mob unscathed. But above all, there would simply be no room to maneouvre their makeshift bridge into position with everyone crowding around them.

"Am I the only one here who isnt terrorizing civilians!?" Vernon shouted as he quite clearly had gotten frustrated himself with the madmen they were trapped with.
"It sure seems so, sir. But let's get this thing into place quickly before someone knocks it out our hands." Kaye answered as he picked up the pace and got them in front of the open window just before the first frightened drunkard reached the top.
"Ah, the window on the other side is open as well. That makes things much easier."