The still groggy from the encounter with the cupboard, Argonian raised his head in surpise. "What's the fuss?" he asked confused. When he heard someone shout "Window" he understood what was going on. "Hmm," he grunted in contempt, "if you think this is bad, you should pay a visit my homeland for a change. This is a sweet perfume compaired to the gases there."

Outside the Inn, heavy footfalls could be heard. People raised their heads in surprise, as Cirali the Vampire High Elf wandered in, having dropped his armor, and wearing an odd set of plain, dark red robes, with steel shoulderpads, one steel greave under the robe, and a steel-looking version of the Amber Armor helmet. Cirali laughed.

"Never noticed, did you? I'm not a Vampire at all. That was just a cover story..."

The Altmer grinned. "Yes, I'm not even a Light Armor user - Just to contract from what I really am... An expert in all magical skills, a master at alchemy..."

Cirali paused. "And the leader of the Necromancers!" As everybody gasped, Cirali's deep, evil laugh began to distort, turning shrill, cold, and ear piercing. His eyes turned dull, and his skin began to rot and tighten, making his bones show up. As Cirali's skin turned mucky green, his face transformed into something terrifying; A skull could be seen through the tight skin, and his teeth began to curl and rot with grime, as his clever Illusion image of vampire fangs flashed and dissappeared.

The Lich turned to face the astonished and frightened crowd. "ALL HAIL CIRALI, KING OF WORMS!" He bellowed shrilly, before fading from the inn as he Teleported, leaving his dark laugh echoing about the inn.

For a moment, there was silence. But after a few minutes, the Zombie in the Inn's eyes turned a deep shade of crimson.

All around outside the inn, terrifying moans could be heard - Zombies, coming for fresh meat.

the orc with the screaming face armor says to all in the inn
"well this is going to be fun. i love killing a bunch of Zombies."
he turns to the zombie sitting on the stool and says
"no offense to you of course."

"Eh oh! What is going on!" Bolandial looked around, bewildered.
Seeing a pack of zombies outside the window he chuckles to himself
"Oh... That"
He then proceeds to a bar stool, readies a fireball spell and begins to peel a banana

The Zombie does not reply. It turns it's red eyes towards the Orc, and leaps at him, screaming!

without pause the orc lifts the axe and cleanly cuts the zombies head off
" pity "

As an epic battle rages behind him, the Altmer continues to peel his banana, cutting off a black bit whenever he sees one...
He feels a pat on his back. Turning around he notices a zombie head has flung into his back after a large swipe by a scary looking green monster.
Sighing, he continues dealing with his banana when a zombie comes flying in, landing on the banana and crushing it.
"Oh, now its on." He mutters to himself before conjuring a full suit of Daedric armour, a Storm Atronach. Flinging a bolt of lightning that kills 10 zombies massed in the doorway he conjures another banana, setting it on the bar surface for later before screaming 'Allawishes!' at which he charges.

The now headless zombie blunders around blindly, slashing at everybody it can reach, whilst hundreds of zombies push through the deceased pile at the door and many more moan and bang on the windows. Crashes in the underground section of the Inn indicate some buried dead chose to push down the basemant walls instead of climb onto the surface, and the faster, more agile Zombies have clambered into the upper area, closing in on the guests upstairs. Several more Zombies huddle around the walls, pounding on them with their fists, making the walls threaten to collapse under the combined pressure of the Zombies.

An imperial with a black pirate hat together with some raggy bloody clothes. Seems like a white shirt, brown vest and some old brown pants, and some boots to match.
Aravey holds a rusty longsword in his hands, covered with blood, obviousily eliminated some zombies. He peers around at the door step. And can't help wonder where all these Zombies come from.. He would think that an inn would have a guard or three.

Before he had the chance to continiue his taughts a zombie rushes at him. He quickly managed to cut the arms off the stupid undead, and it took a few steps back. Before it knew better it were stabbed through the chest dead. He peers out of his room door, spotting sevral Zombies comming at him. He quickly locks the door again. Pondering hes next step.

Peering around at the Zombie dressed in Imperial Watchman armour, Bolandial couldn't help but feel fascinated by these creatures... Such grace, such elegance, such divinity.
He smiled to himself then, in an attempt to have an excuse to poke things, he switched to a touch spell...
"Fantabulous!"

The Nord that had [censored] on the floor earlier walzted back in. Now wearing Steel armor and weilding a huge battleaxe, he chops five zombies heads off with one blow, then proceeds to deal with the rest. All while eating his birthday cake.

Link takes a bite of his apple as he sits and watches the carnage. Luckily he was invisible, so the zombies couldn't see him. Obviously. Bu they could smell him, so as a zombie came tumbling toward him, he stabbed it with his dagger, turned, then stabbed another. Everyone looked shocked that two zombies had just dropped dead, but soon they went back to killing the foul creatures of the dead. (I am not zombieist.)

OOC: WTF happened? Cirali is the Lich King? Whatever happened to or whatever?

OOC: why the spoiler things? We all know youknowwho is the worm king.

"By Argonia," the Argonian, with now a bulging bump on his head, exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here." In contrast to his appearance the Argonian turned out to be a formidable acrobat. With a high leap, he grabs hold of the roof supporting beams and pulls himself out of reach of the vast legion of undead in the Inn. "Well, there's something you don't see everyday." Seeing his chance he grabs a silver throwing knife from inbetween his belt and hurls it towards the first zombie within his reach, then quickly grabs another knife.

after dealing with the diving zombie the "scary green monster" activates the spell enchanted into his axe and takes out 10 zombies in a single blow. the orc then bars himself into a doorway to deal with the flood of zombies.

OOC: YouKnowWho died in the Mage's Guild, so lets pretend that happened. By the way, Cirali isn't here anymore, to the guy throwing knives at him. He teleported...

The Zombies, despite the efforts to stop them, were flooding in. Zombies from upstairs, the cellar, the windows, and even a smashed down wall crowded so immensley that it would have been impossible to get past them if one had tried.

But just as all hope seemed lost, the eyes of the Zombies stopped glowing crimson. All of the Zombies fell to the ground in huge heaps, including the poor headless one,

OOC: Edited, missed the fact the lich thing teleported out page 9

"What the hell.." the Argonian mumbles when out of the blue all the zombies suddenly dropped dead. "Great, finally I can have a drink." Agile he jumped 7feet down from the roof beams and made his way to the bar, kicking a severed zombie head in his path. The head takes off and knocks somebodies drink from the table where he sat, leaving a red puddle on the floor. Finding the whole situation all very funny, he bursts out in a loud laughter.

OOC: Just pretend this post was in before all of the zombies died.

IC: Aravey, apparantly his name is breathed heavily. He had no idea how and why zombies would attack a simple inn. He kept pondering. But then it occured to him! Zombies are very retarded and stupid. He quickly opened the door, hiding behind it. The zombies rushed in, looking around. He stabbed one of them in the chest making way out, then closing the door after him. Locking it with his room key.

There were still zombies around. One of them rushed at him. He dodged its first hit before getting a solid cut at his throat. It dies pretty fast. Another one comes at him, he throws his sword right through the zombie's head. Hitting another one's face in order to get his sword back. Then he continiues battling.

Rather upset that all the zombies had collapsed, Bolandial retook his seat at the bar and with a heavy sigh, started twirling a zombie head on his finger...

the orc hears a sound behind him and he spins and sees Aravey fighting his way down the steps the orc senses that there is an enemy behind him (from being in so many battles). The orc thinking that he better get back to fighting otherwise his rage will wear off and he will be less effective so he runs up the steps towards Aravey killing a path for him.

Wondering what the others were swinging their swords at, Bolandial looks perplexed at the mighty warriors.
Deciding they look rather majestic he conjures himself a sword then begins swiping at the air

Aravey also beeing quite surprised all the zombies collapsed eyes the Orc up and down. He's breat and heart beat slowing down from all the fighting. Before sighing.

"You do realise all the zombies are dead, right?" Aravey asked, placing his sword back at his belt.
"Put the axe down, mate. Let's get back to the rum!" Aravey added, still having his eyes placed upon the orc.

Suddenly, the door flung open. In walked a hunched over, green figure. It merely said:

"I liiiiike rusty spooooons."

Bolandial looked around him. Discovering that no one else was swinging their sword anymore, he got rid of his and sat down, rather dejectedly, on his stool
A strange green thing walked in. It interested him. He must have it!
"Hello good sir! I am Bolandial! I must say, you are a delightful shade... May I buy you?"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then through the door comes three unicorns. One white one called Charlie, and two weird un named ones.

Guys I am gonna start a new one of this. This one is getting old. It will be found in The Elder Scrolls Fan fic section and will be titled. "Welcome to the Drunken Dragon Inn 3!"

EDIT:Moved to other thread. Sorry for messup.