Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Zombies roam the square. Their skin is rotting and falling apart and they make no intelligent speech but they carry large dangerous looking weapons.
They are breaking into a few storefront and keep flooding into the square. Windows are shattering and screams echo through the air. A few poor victims have already lost their lives to the zombie mob.
The villagers run in terror at their hideous faces. Some visages are recognizable: Billy the Butcher, killed 20 years ago; Frank and Morticia, count and countess of the Bloody Manor, killed a century ago; Valion the Kid, presumed dead 3 years ago; Axel the smuggler, killed in a fire a month ago; and Baby-Face Gregor, executed last week. Each has found a weapon and seems to want to kill again.
Kerag was on patrol as usual when he heard screams, shuffling and the shattering of glass and public property coming from the town square. The orc darted in the direction of the disturbance, carrying both Amaranth and his axe, when his mouth went agape at the sight of a zombie mob terrorizing the town.
"By the old war gods what is going on?!"
Kerag watched villagers run past him, attempting to flee the walking corpses. Some of them recognized Kerag from the Arena and begged for his help before continuing to flee, and he only nodded acknowledgment, growling, glowing eye fixed on the horde. The situation didn't look good, but then again, from his personal experience with zombies, they were exceptionally squishy.
Kerag held his axe in both hands, letting forth a terrible battle-cry as he charged into the fray, swinging the cumbersome weapon in fluid arcs around his body, hoping to cleave limbs and cause a dent in their advance.
Last Edit: Oct 1, 2011 11:33:17 GMT -5 by Sir Kerag
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
A few zombies notice Kerag enter the square. One zombie pushes ahead of the others. Billy the Butcher swings his sword above his head and blitzes towards Kerag's neck.
Last Edit: Oct 1, 2011 13:22:28 GMT -5 by Orp Boon
Kerag widened his stance, raising his axe to block the oncoming blow, snarling fiercely all the while. As the attack came, the orc unsnapped the lower shaft of his weapon, drawing the hidden six inch blade, aiming it at Billy's head.
Post by John Harding on Oct 1, 2011 12:21:50 GMT -5
Screams and shouts were coming from the next street and, as Jonah turned the corner to find out what was going on, someone ran headlong into him, almost knocking the tribesman to the ground. A blonde-haired boy picked himself off the ground and looked up at Jonah, terror plastered on his face. Before the tribesman could ask what was happening the boy cried "Zombies!" and ran away.
Zombies?
Jonah could now see a great number of people running off down the streets and his gaze soon fell upon a horde of undead - their appearance (and smell) clearly giving them away. An old man, too slow to escape the attack, stumbled under the weight of several of the zombies who quickly began feasting on the poor guy. Jonah, knowing it was too late to save the old man, unsheathed his darkwood sword and charged at the gruesome undead, ready to make heads roll...
Venom was resting from his patrol in his room above the tavern when the bartender came pounding on his door. When he heard the news he grabbed his gear and ran towards the center trying to get a better understanding as to what was happening and where the other guards were at. The only guard he could see was Kerag, who was about to attack a large zombie. Venom ran to aid him.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Zombies swarm into the town square even more. Some carry of the bodies of dead victims. They appear semi-intelligent. Simple obstacles are overcome and they fluidly navigate through their own ever-growing crowd.
A rugged looking zombie with a tattoo on one side of his face, Axel, attacks Jonah from the side with a whip and chain.
Baby-Face Gregor, who still has a full and attractive face comes at Venom with twin swords.
OOC: Free combat for a few rounds. kill your adversary however you see fit.
Billy's blade bit into Kerag's axe as the orc pulled the weapons towards him, using the zombie's momentum against him. The corpse stumbled forward, catching the knife in one milky white eye, splattering goo and blood once the blade sunk in. The zombie fell forward, landing face first onto the ground when a few more zombies surrounded them. Kerag swung the axe in an arc around his head, knocking the zombies around him away and onto their backs.
Some of their faces were cleaved half off, their putrid brains leaking from their heads, others were torn at the torso, more capable of picking themselves back up for another assault. Kerag grumbled, already covered in their blood as he moved to finish the job, pushing one zombie away with the shaft of the axe, swinging it around for a clean decapitation.
"Squishy bloody zombies..."
His glowing eye darted from one zombie to the next, smashing skulls with his plated boots, sinking the axe down again and again, splattering blood everywhere, axe absolutely covered in gore. Kerag's lips curved up in a frenzied grin, retrieving the knife from Billy's skull as he unified his weapon, beating a gauntlet against his armored chest.
He spotted Venom and smirked, immediately frowning as he smelt more of them, and a pair of hand groping at his armor from behind. He swung his fist back, connecting with a rotted face, shattered it beyond recognition as it stumbled back. Kerag swung the axe around his body again, cutting it in two at the torso. The legs fell to the ground and the zombie tried crawling with its hands, mouth agape, lifeless eyes fixed on him. He swung the axe down once more, splitting its skull.
The orc took a step back, breathing heavily. There were so many of them, he'd need a moment to regain his composure before continuing to face the horde's onslaught.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Post by John Harding on Oct 1, 2011 13:54:58 GMT -5
Jonah's wooden sword had left a nasty dent in one zombie's head whilst knocking the rotting jaw from a second, leaving the old man's corpse bleeding out on the ground; one arm still reached out after death, for help that was never going to come.
Gore dripped from the tribesman's weapon as he turned (just in time) to witness a tattooed zombie at his right hand side, menacingly brandishing both a whip and chain. The whip came first, licking the air next to Jonah's ear with a loud crack that echoed off the surrounding buildings. The rusted old chain rattled quickly after but it's reach was far shorter than the whip and it failed to get close to the tribesman.
Jonah's only choice was to fight along with those few others he could see defending the town; running away was not an option - there were still vulnerable people nearby and he was going to give them any chance that he could to escape. The whip lashed out at him again. This time the wandering tribesman raised his sword to defend himself but only ran into the problem of having his weapon becoming coiled by the whip and pulled away towards the tattooed zombie. Still gripping his darkwood sword, Jonah plowed ahead, following the course of the withdrawing whip and - before the undead being was able to strike with his secondary weapon - he threw a fist into decaying ribs with a ghastly squelching...
A shrill whistle broke the sky as a series of throwing knives whirled through the air and embedded their length in a zombie behind the fighters. It fell, one embedded in it's face. A shadow pounced from the rooftops, flipped in front of the sun, tiny feathers floating about the form before it dropped to the square in a ripple of dust, one knee and one hand pressed to the earth.
Kiga looked up, his face without expression, taking a quick survey of the battle. A bird call broke from his lips as he rolled in a ball to one side, then bounced from the ground, airborne with a kick that shattered another zombie's neck like a thin stick. He moved fast, very fast as he landed, slipped to a side and then back, a hand waving out and three more blades cutting air before dropping another adversary. He landed, looked left then right and drew a palm across his chest before turning it at the wrist, thrusting it out. A rapid vortex of wind thrust from his palm, severed a few of the walking dead and pushing Kiga backward, feet coming to a halt with a dust inducing slide in the dirt.
He dropped into stance, hands snapped outward to fight. He looked over his shoulder at the other fighters.
Post by John Harding on Oct 1, 2011 15:30:05 GMT -5
Yuk. Jonah detached his arm from zombie Axel's insides, pulling out a handful of decomposing guts that went cascading to the street.
I think you dropped something, the tribesman quipped, but the undead brute didn't seem to get the joke and resumed his onslaught. With no space to cast his whip or chain, zombie Axel lunged his head forward in an attempt to chow down on Jonah's neck. However, the tribesman pulled back and with his gore-covered hand began pummeling at the zombie's skull until it caved in with a blood curdling crack.
Zombie Axel slumped into a rotting pile at Jonah's feet and, hastily, the tribesman worked on unravelling his sword from the now-redundant whip, eager to take down a few more of these foul invaders.
Kerag hefted the axe up, about to charge when knives from the sky rained down on his foes, cutting the zombies to pieces. The orc's glowing eye spotted the stranger when he landed, his eye brow raised.
"Thanks for the help."
He saw some of the bodies carried away from the Square. How troublesome. Kerag guessed that's how they intended to replenish their fallen ranks aside from eating the villagers. Yet if this was true, the zombies showed at least semi-intelligence he thought impossible for the shambling dead.
"This isn't right..."
Kerag didn't like the thought of pointing out their Council to a stranger, who could be for all intents and purposes more trouble for the town, which was the last thing they needed with their current zombie infestation. But the man, or elf, from what Kerag could tell from the ears, had aided the town thus far. The orc made eye contact with Kiga and pointed.
"That way, get help while you're there!"
Last Edit: Oct 1, 2011 16:27:03 GMT -5 by Sir Kerag
Kiga only nodded and broke into a low sprint, a hand with two extended fingers leading his chest. The path was not clear and he dove, rolled off his shoulders and sprung out with both legs. He crashed into the chest of another zombie, taking it to the ground. Perched atop the flailing corpse, his knife made quick work of it, sunk through it's eye.
He was gone in a hurry, a shrill whistle and smattering of tiny green feathers in his wake.
Kerag was well rested to have another go at the ever increasing undead army shambling throughout the Square. He charged into the thickest group he spotted, running at full speed when he braced his legs and leaped, kicking at them with both feet. Quite a few of the walking dead were thrown several feet back, crashing into their brethren causing a domino effect. However Kerag landed near the center of them, and while on the ground, the zombies shifted their attention on him, moaning and groping at his armor, too many hands to count reaching and pulling at him. The orc snarled at the rotting zombies, the stench choked his breath, burning his nostrils as he yelled, swinging the axe around him, severing limbs, knocking more of them back, slicing flesh apart like hot butter. The corpses fell around him, still grabbing and attacking him. He began to panic as the sky was obscured by the sheer amount of undead bearing down on him, their weight compressing him down, what skin that was exposed getting scratched.
"Get OFF me!"
Kerag growled, pushing with all his might, knocking more aside, but alas only to be replaced by more of their kind. It seemed hopeless, even with the help, that Kerag would escape alive. They tried tearing at him, his armor protecting him for now, though their hands pulled at the straps, intending to devour him alive. The beast amulet's ruby eyes flashed crimson, and Kerag's pain and exhaustion was transmuted into pure, hateful rage. The orc's eye glowed even more fierce, letting out a blood-curling scream, the beast inside unleashed. He swung the axe around again, felling the zombies in his immediate vicinity. He rose to his feet, madly darting in every direction, cleaving through the horde with his axe, laughing and laughing as he did so, every now and then using the hidden knife to coup de grace a zombie. Kerag was drenched in blood, and the Square was covered in limbs, blood and bodies.
He breathed heavily, standing in one spot, demolishing any zombie that came too close. He tried looking for where the zombies were carrying off their 'dead'.