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!]
Are you done? Cause...I'd like to go see the Master. Hellooo.
She waved her hand in front of his face.
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!]
She sighed and followed him silently. Obviously he didn't care that she was following 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!]
The hunched man walks out of the graveyard with Marg following not far behind. He paid no attention to her at all. Marg sees by the light of a few torches that the man is leading her back towards town. He walks up a dark and winding street on the "wrong" side of town.
A few beggars sit in the gutter of the street. Shops are boarded up for the night. A woman holds her baby close and wraps the thin cloth around him even tighter as the duo passes. None take any notice of the hunched man carrying a dead body or blue woman walking by.
The man leads her to a house with a sign on the front. Twin snakes circle around a staff on the sign. The hunched man enters the house and Marg follows.
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!]
Kiga broke around the corner and his eye fell on the chaos here. He needed to pass if he was to reach his objective quickly. This was not anticipated but he was happy, this was why he had been hired. He ran forward, his body incredibly low to the ground as he did so; and both hands whipped in an X as he bolted to one side. Both knives took an corpse, dropping it to the ground.
His hand planted, body folding over all too easily and bringing a trained kick to the face of another, then spinning him upside down, a heel to the face and a knife to the achilles of another. His hand pushed, him springing to his feet, then hands behind him and billowing wind. Kiga sailed some 40 feet, a knee in front of him and almost uninterested in this battle. One hand shifted, unleashed a knife and changed his flight immediately; the blade lost in another opponent's head.
He rolled upon landing, sprinted sideways and ran along a wall above the last ragged hands reaching for him and flipped off the corner, much too fast for these undead. Tiny green feathers floated in the air, swilring in the dust he left in his wake. Gone.
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!]
Zombie fall like lambs to the slaughter of Kiga. They watch him and try to see where he is going. Live zombies pick up their kileld comrades and carry them off.
Kerag followed the trail into the graveyard, gritting his teeth and growling as he came upon a large number of them occupying the graveyard, its hollow ground torn asunder, making way for the shambling undead. He drew his axe, stepping forward and through the gates, watching a few bodies taken further into the Graveyard. One way or another he intended of finding where they were being taken, and likely, the origin of this trouble. The orc charged inside, swinging his axe around his body, keeping the undead at a distance, and chopping away at any whom advanced too closely.
Kiga came barelling into the graveyard lot again, blood streaked down his back from the injury he'd recieved. It wasn't phasing him however, his face remaining emotionless as he leaped and took a zombie to the ground from behind, both hands driving knives into the back of it's skull.
He looked one way and then the other before getting up and spinning away, his back to Kerag's. He whistled, his pursed lips turning into a smile as he hurled another knife, skewered a neck.
Post by John Harding on Oct 2, 2011 6:03:58 GMT -5
Hey! Wait up!
The warmth of the blood flowing from his neck only compelled Jonah to hurry in his endeavor to help rid Wistvale of this zombie crisis. Clearly the axe-wielding guard and the wind-summoning ninja knew a little more than he did, so Jonah had followed them to the graveyard in the hope to find some answers.
The familiar whistling sound came as a relief to Kerag as he cleaved another zombie in two, pressing his back against the one-eyed ninja and smirking. By himself the endeavor seemed impossible, but with a little help...
"Indeed Kiga, there are too many for me to handle on my own."
The orc spotted the man, Jonah he believed Kiga called him, and the smiled, relieved to have the extra assistance. However Kerag also appeared troubled.
"If you both are here, either you finished them off at the square or..."
Thinking of the more likely answer.
"There were too many..."
Kerag grumbled, not liking the numbers stacked against them. He knocked two more zombies away, breaking their bodies as more were carried off into the Graveyard.
"We have to cut a path through!"
Kerag called to Kiga and Jonah, growling at the horde, eye glowing, bloody axe raised.
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 2, 2011 10:31:26 GMT -5
I figured you two had a plan and that we would have more success if we stuck together. Jonah said after seperating a zombie's head from it's shoulders and catching up to the guard. You do have a plan, right?
Kerag looked over his shoulder at Jonah, grinning madly as he asked about having a plan. The orc chuckled, pointing at the mausoleum.
"Of course."
Kerag decimated another zombie, splitting its skull in two.
"We cut a path through the Graveyard and go inside."
He said it so matter of fact, he either made it sound easy or hopeless given how many zombies stood in their path.
"Come, they replenish their ranks as we speak!"
Kerag let out a blood-curling battle cry, charging into the advancing zombies, throwing his massive bulk one way and then another, throwing zombies off and flinging them away as they tried grabbing and holding onto him. It was like watching a bull toss its frail assailants ruthlessly, with reckless abandon for his own safety. Kerag kept his glowing eye fixed on the mausoleum, swinging is axe around his body fluidly, cleaving the horde as he went, trying to keep at least a small distance all around him clear of the dead.