::The undead wolf is thrown from Miroslaw and lands at the feet of the crazed man. The man begins to cackle as the creature rises. Instead of lunging at Miroslaw again, it licks the outstretched hand of the old man before he begins to scratch it behind the ear.
The ear promptly falls off...::
"Make sense?"
::He looks bewildered into the sockets of the skull.::
"Make sense?!
He thinks I don't make sense, Lovie. Can you believe that!"
::He turns his gaze, and that of the skull, to look at you.::
"HE'S the one that's not making sense!"
::He leans his head closer to the skull, as if listening.::
"By golly, Miss Molly, you're RIGHT!
Patches has found us a new member of our family! Once he is welcomed in, then HE will make sense!
My sons! Go give your brother a hug!"
::The man begins to prance about again, dancing and singing with the skull as the three undead humans advance on you with arms raised. As they begin to close the distance between them and you, Evelynn moves to protect her master by placing herself between them and you. Her head is low and her back arched as a snarl comes from the tiny wolf.
The undead wolf responds by charging at Evelynn's side and slamming into her. It immediatly tries to get above her and try to bite at her.
At the same time the humanoid zombies have come within reach of your blade as grasping arms swing mere inches from you...::
The old man was just plain cooky. Its official in Miroslaw's mind. only someone who is completely off the deep end would be talking to skulls. Even so, the power he held was not to be taken lightly. This point was made more apparent when he commanded the attack.
The wait was excruciating as the zombie creatures approached. Miroslaw remained in his defensive stance and yelled at his wolf, "No girl! Get back!" Of course, she didn't listen or understand what he was saying. He always wished he could communicate better with Eve. They had come a long way since he found her as a pup, but he was still ignorant on how to get her to comprehend a wider range of his commands. She mainly acted on instinct rather than his words or motions. It has got her in trouble many times, but it was still touching to know she cared and did see him a comrade.
As soon as Evelynn was attacked by the undead dog, Miroslaw's panic rose considerably. It was already significant due to the animated corpses coming at him, but he could not live with himself if anything happened to his companion. He swung wide and hard, aiming to carve right through the undead dog that threatened Eve. He would keep his horizontal strike going as long as he could, through as many beings before him as he could manage. He assumed the rotting flesh to be fairly easy to slice through, and hoped his raw strength was enough to guide his blade through each of the animate cadavers before him.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Miroslaw's attack comes hard and fast. Given the shorter stature of the wolf compared to a human, it also had to be low.
The blade cuts cleanly through the spine of the beast as it moved to try and get atop Evelynn. Both halves of the body fall to the ground where the rear legs continue to kick at air and earth. The fore-half tries to use its legs and paws to pull itself along the ground as its jaws continue to snap at anything and everything as it tries to reach Evelynn.
Evelynn, however, was now far more mobile than her attacker and was easily able to get out of the way to begin lunging and nipping at the sides of the wolf-thing.
Miroslaw's arc off attack carried on and caught the leg of one of the "Twins" just below the knee, severing the leg and sending the thing toppling to the ground where it continued to try and pull itself towards Miroslaw, grabbing at an ankle.
The other two bumped into each other as they tried to get to you. Only one succeeded in grabbing your arm as it leaned in to bite...::
"PATCHES!!!
That's... That's no way to treat a pet!
Play nice, son. Or I'll have to put you in time out!!"
::The man continued to dance about, but was now obviously far more aggitated. Were it not for the distraction provided by the attack on his person, Miroslaw might notice the tiny ribbons of viscous blood threading through the trampled dirt from one half of the wolf to the other. Moving like tiny snakes as they reached for each other.::
The hack through the dog was quite satisfying and effective. His fear for Eve's safety was eased, as the beast was much less fierce when in two pieces. He could now focus more on the humanoids before him. He just hoped Eve would not get herself into trouble again, as this was already not very good odds for him. A crazy old man that wields the power to have the dead do his bidding was not a good sight. With that thought, it came to Miroslaw. The source of these creatures animation was the old man, at least to his knowledge. “Cut the head of the snake and the body will die as well” he repeated the old adage in his head.
He ripped his sword from the body that is now missing a leg, and by the time he pulled back, the other two were grasping for him. One got a hold of his arm, at the same time the one on the ground grabbed at his ankle. Even hacking the creatures to bits did not stop them! Almost instinctively, Miroslaw pulled away from the creatures, taking a few steps back and launching another horizontal strike, this time aimed at the head of the left most humanoid.
He remained completely silent in his battle trance, no noise leaving his lips. His eyes kept going to the crazy old man, knowing he needed to stop focusing on the minions. For now, he needed to cripple them to buy enough time to get away and hack down the insane old man. Hopefully that would stop the undead creatures and allow him to go back to sleep.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Miroslaw's swing for the zombie's head was hampered by the grip on his arm. However, he was still successful in cleaving off the top of its skull and it dropped, lifeless, to the ground.
The grip on his arm and ankle made the swing awkward and off balance, so the blade did not carry through to the next undead. Instead Miroslaw falls back onto the ground. The sudden motion ripping the arm of the zombie that held his forearm off at the elbow.
The zombie on the ground uses your leg to pull itself forward to try and grab you with its other hand and bite your foot.
The now one-armed zombie shuffles a few steps forward and bends down to reach for your head.
The two halves of the wolf began to slowly pull closer together as the strands of blood entertwined and drew in upon themselves as Evelynn continued to nip and bite at its neck and head.
The man had stopped his dance as he saw one of his "children" fall to the ground.::
"No. NO. NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Bad boy! Bad BAD boy!!
Play nice with your new brothers or you'll be grounded. Do you hear me!!!"
Seeing that the slice to the head was so effective, Miroslaw's focus for attacks would be on the creatures heads. He moved up on his side, giving leverage to kick the already prone zombie that intended to take a bite out of him upside the head. At this point, he noticed the dog he had sliced in half was being pulled back together. He did not notice the red strings though, only it being pulled closed together. It caused Miroslaw's frustration to increase tremendously. He had to buy time to slice down the old man! He let his sword fall to the ground, freeing his right hand. He uppercut the one leaning down in the face before rolling his, hopefully, freed body away from the creatures.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Evelynn's attacks finally prove effective as her bites catch the skull of the wolf and first break away fragile pieces before getting to what lay inside.::
"BAD DOG!!"
::The old man cries, and a rush of blood and gore fly from the no motionless remains of the undead wolf to slam into the side of Evelynn, sending her flying several feet to lay in a lump in the brush along the campsite.
Miroslaw's lashing kick catches the zombie at his feet square in the head with a blow powerful enough to cave in the skull. A second strike crushes the brain and that zombie too now lies motionless.
Fist meets boney jaw with a satisfying crack, and the remaining zombie reels backwards a few steps and gives Miroslaw the time to roll away from it and the old man.::
Mid roll, Miroslaw heard the whimper that came from Evelynn. He jumped up to his feet with great haste and looked back to where Evelynn should have been. He saw he motionless in the bush. A mixture of anger and fear of the worst came surging to him at the sight. He tried to not let it affect his actions, but he was seething with anger as he continued.
He charged the last zombie and placed both his hands on the fiends head firmly before jerking it to one side. The motion would normally be seen when breaking a neck, but this time Miroslaw also yanked up, attempting to pull it from its shoulders. He found the rotting flesh to be much weaker, and thought this possible because of that. He brought his foot up and thrust it forward into the zombies midsection. If the decapitation was successful, he would chuck the head, full force, at the old man.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Miroslaw is able to get his hands around the neck of the last zombie as it in turn reaches for him. Boney fingers claw at your arms as you snap the neck violently to the side before trying to rip it free.
At first it doesn't want to come loose, but then you kick at the stomach and the added force snaps the spine as the body crumples beneath your foot, leaving the head and few inches of spine still in your hands. The mouth still snapping at you, you make to throw the thing at the man, and that's when to feel the earth shift and rumble beneath your feet...::
"NO! NO! NO!
You have been a very BAD BOY!
Go to you're room and THINK about WHAT you've DONE!"
::The very earth shifts and opens beneath your feet as snakes of blood and entrails lash about you, binding your limbs together. They pull you down and backwards so that you lay upon your back as the old man leers over you.::
"One week...
Yes... Yes... Grounded for one week you are, son."
::He looks to the skull, then back at you.::
"And NO DINNER!!"
::And that is when the earth begins to fill back in. Blotting out the stars and the world above, and the lovely cool air...::
As soon as Miroslaw is pulled to the ground by the old man's magic, he struggles against it. It was useless. He had no hope of freeing himself from this very powerful and very grisly magic. He decided to try a different approach, realizing that this old man was very powerful. He wanted to try to take advantage of the old man's insanity. As he was pulled into the ground he yelled, "Wait. I am sorry! Forgive me for my rudeness!" As the hole began to be filled in he got more desperate, "Please don't put me on timeout!!!" It was a form of begging, but Miroslaw really just wanted to have another chance to slay this crazy man for attacking him in his own home.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Miroslaw's pleas go unanswered. The last thing he sees before the sky is blocked out is the old man turning and moving away, head shaking as he picks up his song once more.::
"You're right, of course, m'love. Too angry. Just...too angry. We'll come back tho!! Yes we WILL! I will not give up on my children! Even the crazy ones like him...
One week... Yes. One week should be enough to calm him down...
The Dead come to play, m'lord
Play, m'lord.
Play, m'lord.
The Dead come to stay, m'lord.
Stay, m'lord.
Stay, m'lord."
::The sound grows fainter as the earth closes in about you and the man moves away. The earth is not packed tightly, so there is some tiny pockets of air, but you know there is no way you will last a week...::
Miroslaw screams at the top of his lungs as he is being buried. He struggles wildly, trying as hard as he can to be free of his binds. He never stopped yelling until an open mouth is met with dirt. Tears come to his eyes, knowing if he cant do anything he will die... like this. Buried alive, a man's worst fear come true. He does not stop struggling, he would not die like this! To a crazy old man! He stops and thinks. His only hope rest on Eve not being dead. If she could dig him out... Thats it! Starts saying “Eve” over and over again, spitting the dirt that entered each time.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::An answer is slow in coming. Dirt is filling your mouth and air is getting scarce. The lack of proper oxygen is begining to make you sleepy. You can feel the bonds of blood and gore weaken and fall away since the old man is no longer there to give them power, but by then your limbs feel like lead and the earth is weighing down upon you.
And then you hear scratching...
A soft wimper and whine...
More scratching...
Until finally starlight hits your eyes and fresh air fills your lungs. Above you is a dirty and battered Evelynn digging frantically to free her master. She is small, and the work is slow, but eventually she clears the area around your face and gives you happy licks on the cheek before turning to work on one of your arms. Long minutes pass, but finally you have and arm free...::
As the air fades from his tomb, Miroslaw begins to lose hope. He it just trying to stay awake as the air continues to get thinner. Just as he is about to let himself drift to sleep and give up, he heard the sounds of scratching. He does no say anything, as Eve probably has his smell. He just continued to try to stay awake.
Finally, she gets to him, uncovering his face and giving him fresh oxygen. He gasps, taking a deep breath. He smiles at his wolf and said “Good girl” He was so relieved that she was alive. He just kept uttering, “Good girl” as she continued to dig him out. It felt like forever, but finally, his arm was free. He moved it to dig out his upper body. Trying to free up himself enough to pull from the earth.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::It takes time, but with an arm free to help it goes much faster than before.
When you are done, you find yourself standing in the ruin of your camp. The bodies of the slain undead still litter the clearing. Bits and pieces of gore splattering your equipment and yourself. The only thing missing is the old man...and the head you were going to throw.
Evelynn is excited to see you up and about and stays ever at your side as you take everything in. Sitting panting heavily at your feet and only rising to move if you do.::
((Very short, but hopefully fun. Have 3 Acclaim! and have fun cleaning up this mess...))