Julius followed behind the Argonian best he could in the dark corridor. He was no stranger to darkness, as it pervaded everything in the prison, but this lack of light seemed almost unnatural. Thus, he wasn't surprised when his foot hit something very solid with a metallic clang. Thinking it to just be a stone jutting up from the floor, which wasn't entirely unusual, he stepped right over, only to trip. He fell to the dark floor with a severe, overly loud curse.

His hand had ended up in something wet and mushy, and Julius, disgusted, quickly picked himself back up and nearly vaulted over the offending unknown element.

"Good to have you coming along, Julius" Robert smiled. "Our next step before the roof would be to get you a weapon, my room isn't far ahead, and is en route to the stairs if you would like to avail yourself of a broom or some other utility"

Julius grinned a feral grin at the thought of having a weapon. "That sounds good to me."

He continued after him through the dark corridor, his metal boots crushing something under his feet. He wasn't sure what it was, and like before, was sure he didn't want to know. "Hey, I thought you were the janitor! I think you're getting a bit lax in your duties, eh?" Julius joked, made all the worse considering who it was coming from.

Mee-Zaw quickly hurried through the corridors, it was very warm in thside the prison, but she could fell it slowly loosing heat and the warmth was not nearly enough to stop the cold from getting deep beneath her skin to her very bones. Her teeth pvssyred as she passed through room after room, each door was falling apart as the warmth of the black marsh was the perfect climate for rot and mould. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, and snorted.

Ah ha! she thought truimphantly as she found the guards quaters. There were some simple torches hanging on the walls to lighten the room up. There was a small pile of unlit ones in the corner so she picked as many up as possible, tied rope around them in two places and then attatched another longer piece of rope to each of the others so that it worked like a shoulder bag. She slung the unlit torches over her back and picked a lit one from the wall before turned around and finding her way out of the prison.

Finding her way out was easier than finding the torches, she recignised smells she had passed and tracked her way back to the entrance.

"I found some torches." She said happily holding the torch close to her body so she could feel the warmth of the flames seeping into her. "It is getting dark, are we ready to move?"

Robert chuckled weakly. It was a witty joke and under better circumstances, he would of enjoyed it...but now he was really too scared to be amused. "Yes" he replied. "It would appear I have some great deal of cleaning to do when all this is over..."

Turning at the final junction, Robert once again saw the dismal lone lamp swinging down the hallway; casting a palid and erratic light. "Right" he said to Julius. "My rooms in this hallway, and just ahead past that light, if you can see it; is the tower stair that will take us to the roof of this building". He stepped gingerly towards his door, testing the ground with his toes before properly setting his foot down. He did not want to feel the nauseating sensation of stepping on one of those meaty chunks again.

Opening the door, it became easier to see. He had one small window in his room, barred of course. Still, it provided ample light to see. It was quite cosy really, despite being an old cell. It felt like a small haven, an escape from the surrounding darkness. For a moment the argonian considered merely locking the door and waiting for help in his little room, but he knew that that would do more harm then good. He turned behind him. "Alright Julius, come on in. Lets see if we can find something for you".

The wooden broom, and a rusted metal shovel immediately caught Roberts eye. They sat leant against one of the corners of the room, as if they were eagerly awaiting to be used. Hopefully they would make dependable weapons for the Imperial, unless he found something else to his liking.

Robert knelt down beside his bed of hay and pried open an old wooden chest, picking up several herbs and flowers and stuffing them into a small tan leather pouch. Hopefully this dire situation would give him a good excuse to show his medical expertise, although he subconciously hoped that this was not the case, and he would need to treat no wounds at all.

OOC: Ok I hate doing this but we're in need of one, time skip that is. Who ever is with the main group we're in the jungles about half way to rockspring -- anybody not with the main group finish what your doing if you want then add a second part to your post to react to the time skip. Sorry again about this but We've been stood outside the jail for 3 pages and we should have left by the end of page 1






Maximus, Nearing Rockspring.






Flies bombarded the Imperials sunburnt neck like suicide bombers trying to bring him down; each one leaving a lump the size of a stone where they bit him, he'd dealt with it before in the prison but for some reason it seemed a lot worse this time.

He was drenched from head to toe in sweat, not a single part of his body was dry. He'd even found sweat on parts of his body he didn't know he could sweat from, like his fore arms. What annoyed him even more was the way Rakasha just walked on ahead without a care in the world, his tail shooting from side to side to swat the insects away, though his fur provided enough protection from the insects that he needn't bother.

They had been walking for hours in the humid heat, the air was so hot he could barely get any satisfaction from drawing a breath when resting, but he paid no mind to it. He was trained to deal with this kind of thing, he could walk for days on end with just a flask of water and a few rations if he had to, which was more than most men could say.

Rakasha however didn't even need that; he wasn't cut from the same cloth as most people, he'd been raised in the deserts of Elsweyr and the heat there was incomprehensible, even compared to the swamp. At least in the thick swamps and rain forests of Argonia it was possible to find edible vegetation and water -- All Rakasha had as a child was sand and lots of it.

"How far Rakasha?" Maximus asked as the Khajiit came to a stop and knelt down sniffing at the air, Maximus joined him crouching down beside with a fist on the ground for balance, looking around through the dense foliage straining his eyes to see movement where there was none. "What is it?"

"Not far now, I smell something familiar. It reminds me of the prison." He whispered with a feint purr of his feline voice, the tail fluttering behind him before straightening out instinctively. "Something's coming.."

Maximus held a hand up for the few remaining prisoners who hadn't collapsed from exhaustion or dehydration to stop moving, an Altmer with bright red hair edged toward him slowly.

"What is it Maximus?" he asked nervously as Maximus moved a plant in front of him to one side to reveal a clearing with a wide river flowing through it.

"I don't like this?" Rakasha said slowly eying the water with both longing and suspicion, but before anybody could say anything the Altmer shot forward between them and ran the few steps to the river then fell to his knees and started lifting mouthful after mouthful to his dry lips.

His gasps of relief soon turned to screams as pale water bogged arms broke the surface and took a hold of him, followed by a head then a body. In seconds the water changed from serene to a whirlpool of splashing and churning as undead began breaking the surface. They walked forwards slowly enough but picked up the pace then they where on dry land. Maximus barely had time to count them but he was certain they where outnumbered by three to one.

"Run!" Rakasha shouted, Maximus obliged. They both stood and bolted, heading east away from the undead hot on their heels.

The night was a warm one but that didn't stop Mee-Zaw from holding the torch as close as possible to her body. She wasn't sure why she was escaping with people, after all she had spent many years alone trying to defend her land from slave traders and other bad things. As she was thinking about the last band of slave traders she had killed a smell filled her nostils and her head. It was a terrible rotting putrid smell and Mee-Zaw gagged, and coughed but before she could gather herself dead thngs rose from the water. Their eyes where blank and lifeless and their skin grey and falling from their bodies.

Around her everyone screamed, and Mee-Zaww hissed, her grip on the torch tightened and she hoped it had not been the fire that had attracted them although it was really quite disturbing how they had appeared from nowhere.
Why did I not sense them before? Mee-Zaw asked herself. I should have been able to smell them sooner but she didn't have much time to think as the things started to run towards the group. Mee-Zaw turned away from them, still coughing and ran as fast as she could, which for a vampire was very very fast indeed.

"Alright Julius, come on in. Lets see if we can find something for you".

The Imperial looked around the old cell the Argonian called home. He had never thought anyone would willingly live in such a place, but apparently Robert was content. In the bright light that contrasted the rest of prison, Julius immediately spotted both a broom and shovel, both of which could make acceptable weapons. Julius had more of a natural affinity for metal though, and liked the idea of wielding the shovel like a hammer or club.

He walked over to it and picked it up, turning it over in his hands to get a feel for the weight before smiling. He was in his comfort zone as long as he was holding something that could do damage. The shovel was no sword, but it would do for now. He gripped it tightly in his hands, knowing the power of a shovel well. He had dug trenches before and been forced to use them in training, and he knew they could be lethal under the right circumstances.

He looked over to the Argonian, who was sorting through herbs. "Well, I'm set to go when you are."

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Julius walked through the jungles of Argonia with an extremely annoyed look on his face. He had always hated the swamps, and going through them without the proper preparations was rather draining on both his energy and his patience. He had grown somewhat accustomed to the climate of the province, but not enough to stop the overbearing heat from killing him, especially in his armor as he was. Still, it was providing some cover from the insects at least.

Robert, the Argonian Healer/Janitor was walking ahead of him and naturally seemed to be traversing the land at a much easier pace than Julius. He didn't seem to be nearly as annoyed as Julius was at his surroundings, either. It was to be expected, I suppose. Why on Nirn would anyone want to live here though? It seems almost unsuitable for habitation. I'd rather live in Bravil. At least they have actual houses there. And interesting parties...

Julius paused in his musing to pull his boot out of the ground once again, where it had sunken into the soft dirt. If traversing this is this bad, I can't imagine the actual swamps. It's a good thing I didn't try this earlier.

He looked about his surroundings a bit, holding the shovel in his right hand. He couldn't see very far with all the foliage, which was another annoyance. If they were to encounter any of the nasty critters that Julius knew inhabited the province, they would be right on top of them before they could make much of a reaction. That they had made it so far without encountering anything dangerous was both a miracle he was thankful for, and rather disturbing. Julius wasn't complaining, but during their trip he hadn't seen much of anything wildlife wise. It was creepy. Julius was not a fan of creepy.

OOC: Boo time skip, I wanted to get some creepy zombies in the hallway illuminated by the swinging lamp Still, I can work with a creepy swamp too :hehe:

IC:

"Well, I'm set to go when you are"

Robert looked up, tying the cord of his leather pouch into a tight knot and then threading it through one of the loops in his belt. "Good" he said, standing back up and giving a hopeful smile at the Imperials weapon of choice.

"A shovel I see. This is good. The instrument had seen much decay since the prison hired a groundskeeper with more efficient tools, but now it will once more serve a use. Come along, the roof is not far and I have the things that I need. Once we clear this god-forsaken prison, the road, although laden with peril Im sure; will take us to the safety of Rockspring".

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The ground was soft with moisture, the heat undoubtedly unbearable. Robert had been leading ahead, wooden club clenched tight in his gloved fist...and his lazy eye constantly scanning the dirt and foliage-laden pathway ahead for any foul creatures. He turned back to Julius, looking at the exhausted Imperial with pity. It was times like this he was thankful for being a person of the root. Being naturally accustomed to the marshland was a luxury he was always grateful for.

He backtracked to Julius, taking a quick peek over his shoulder before snapping back and untying the leather tan pouch from his belt, opening it and foraging through various leaves and plants. His expression was deep with thought as he picked through the small bag, occassionally picking out the odd leaf or frond before realising it was not the one he wanted and placing it gently back in the pouch.

With a quick "aha!" of relief, he picked out a small black vine from the bag, rubbing it with his index finger and then raising the plant to his nose and sniffing it. A smile crept across his face and he looked back at Julius. "yes, he said...this is it".

He then walked to the side of the dirty road and knelt down at an otherwise unremarkable bush. Picking a leaf from it, he wrapped it around the black vine before standing up and walking back towards Julius. Eagerly handing the plants to the Imperial, he then retied the pouch and put it back on his belt.

"I have noticed your fatigue, and understand the the marshes are no place for an Imperial. However, what you have in your hand should help. Chew them together Julius, and hold them in your mouth for a while. The mixture tastes bitter, but it is a well known remedy for fatigue. It should rejuvinate you a little, and the burn will not feel so harsh".

He looked up at the sky. Even in darkness, the swamps were blistering with heat. The conditions were by no means hospitable. The air was sticky, the ground was mushy, and the jungles were quiet. That is what he liked the least. Silence. Normally the sounds of the jungle were loud, but now...an eerie silence encompassed the land. It was a clear indicator that all did not bode well. He regretted not moving with the main group.

"Rockspring lies ahead Julius, almost there friend. Hopefully we will find much needed aid there"

OOC: I quit WoW earlier this year, but trekking in this tribal jungle makes me think of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0kK1zvoEOk&feature=related:P

OOC: Sweet, ZOMBIE FIGHT :gun:

IC: Bill trudged along slowly at the end of the column, acting as rearguard. The heat and humidity had worn on him and the torches flickered incessantly, blinding him to all else. His feat were covered in muck and grime and his bandanna was tied fast across his forehead as a headband. Despite the green cloth, the sweat still dripped and caused him to constantly wipe the salt out of his blinded eyes. "Tougher then I thought," he said to himself, "still, I'm getting to old for this." And so he continued, trudging solidly with his nimble hands tucked into the coils across his chest.

He was bent double, hands scrabbling the ground like a crawling rat. They had been going on for hours now and Bill's energy had waned almost to nothing. With every squelch forward his breath come shorter and vision dimmed. Already the hated lights were drawing away. Gathering himself together for a last burst, he gave a faint shout and stumbled after the others with all the speed left to him.

As he broke through the foliage he found everything in chaos. A hooded blur passed like a gust of wind on his right and before him his fellow prisoners were running in every direction. Looking for the source of confusion his eyes fell on them. Dripping wet they were, and the moon shimmered on their pale blue flesh. At the sight of them Bill's breath caught in his throat. But even as he stood there his will hardened. Unfair it seemed to him, to crawl almost to death among the waste of the jungle only to find it waiting for them in the end. Anger and adrenalin coursed through his veins like fire and he ran down the embankment to meet them. The foremost of the creatures was a large argonian with huge, horrible eyes, covered completely with a sheen of jet black. As it ran towards Bill it opened it's mouth and gnashed it's jaws, showin teeth chipped and sharpened by the bones of the fallen. Eight paces away Bill leaped into the air and aimed both feet at the thing's broad chest. One foot chipped the zombie's shoulder and went wide, but the other connected just below the long neck. As it did, Bill heard a soggy crunch and felt his right foot sink into the things sternum before it was forced back. Bill stumbled down, his eyes fixed on his foe. To his horror, the thing got right back up and started for him again, apparently it had no need for breath or heart function, just the flesh and brains of the living. At this Bill's courage vanished and he sprinted away, driven by the fear of death and the cruel, oil-slicked eyes.

OOC: Sorry for the absence, but I'm back!

IC: Long-Tail trudged through the dank, dark swamps. The familiar feel of mud and grass mixed with decaying bits of wood, squishing through his toes and covering his feet. It was a bit misty when the group left the prison, the moon barely breaking through the crooked and hunched over trees.

The group hadn't stopped a single time to eat or rest, Rockspring was their best bet and they would make damn sure they got their before whatever got the prison, got them. Long-Tail himself had been sipping on a flask of water he'd taken from the kitchen.

Strangely enough as they went further and further into the swamp, closer to Rockspring, it grew a bit colder and a strange smell wafted through the trees on a breeze. It smelled awful and Long-Tail coughed for a moment.

What in the name of Azura? I've lived in this swamp my whole life, but sometimes it still gets me. Thought Long-Tail to himself.

Suddenly the group stopped by a river, it was quite large and long. Rakasha and Maximus were at the front, they looked nervous and spoke put of range where Long-Tail couldn't hear from his position. Then some crazed Altmer ran towards the river and began gulping down the water.

As he lifted his head up to catch a breath from his indulgence in the water-drinking, arms came up from the water, along with a ghoulish head and the Altmer was pulled under. A swirling torrent of splashing and blood followed. Then more and more of the horrid things began rising from the water, eventually stepping onto land.

Long-Tail counted them to be... a lot.

"Run!" He heard shouted by Rakasha. Long-Tail began to run, something latched onto his ankle. He spun around to see one of the ghoulish creatures making a biting lunge for his calf. The thing was a human, he could tell despite its lack of legs. But it was a sickly gray-green color with many bite-marks on it.

Long-Tail kicked the thing in its face and pulled out his mortar, then began beating the thing's head in. Once it stopped moving, he began sprinting in the way Rakasha and Maximus had ran.

He leapt over logs, splashed through water, all the while hearing the moans of the undead pursuing him. He then was only a few feet behind Rakasha and Maximus.

"What the hell were those!" He shouted still running.

OOC: How do you actually kill zombies by the way? Is it just a certain amount of damage or is there a special way?

IC:

After a few moments Mee-Zaw stopped running, the group was already was out of her sight, but she could hear them pretty well, along with the sounds of splashing as the dead things tried to harm the others.
Mee-Zaw didn't exactly feel attached to any of them but she did feel guilty not protecting other argonians and khajiit. At least she knew she could outrun them if she ever needed to.
She curled her toes up, feeling the soft ground beneath her feet before running back to the others. She did not care much for the humans but she would stand by and let beast folk suffer when she could stop it.

As she sprinted past Long-Tail towards the dead things she let out a sound from her throat, somewhere between a scream and a bellow while waving her torch menacingly at the horrible rotting dead creatures.
"Leave us alone!" She snarled at the things, they looked so sad, they were once proud argonians but now their eyes were lifeless and they had no souls. The fire seemed to be doing the trick though;
"Stay back dead things!" She growled, completely unaware how useless it was to talk to them.

Rakasha



"I think they where zombies!" Rakasha shouted back to long-tail as he caught up, barely having time to move out of the way as the strange female Argonian turned back and started waving her torch about at the undead like a crazed bird protecting its nest.

All he could hear where the dull beats of his feet pounding the floor and the occasional splashes in pools of water. However, he could see much, much more. A large steeple could be seen just above the tree line, the bell of the tower looked as if it had fallen from its bindings down the stairwell leading to it, but that didn't bother him, all he knew was that if there was a chapel there was a city with Imperial Settlers, and if there where imperial settlers there had to be legionnaires.

They broke out of the thick foliage to see the ruins of a city, bashed and scarred just like the prison. Around the buildings where a collection of anti-cavalry fences, the kind with large sharpened logs sticking out at a forty five degree angle.

He could see a group of survivors stood around the largest entrance, all with makeshift weapons or dull at best swords, his heart dropped a little as he studied the crowd, they where all Civilians judging by their clothing and lack of armour, the legion had left them.

"Quickly now! Get inside!" A young Altmer dressed in a plain pair of green stitched robes shouted to them, his hair was long and black, a little bit of adolescent stubble grew around his chin and lip but not enough to call a beard.

Rakasha Obeyed and flung himself through the opening to find himself surrounded by Argonians and a few Imperials and Nords.

"What happened here?"



Maximus




"We where overrun by undead, I managed to force them out by sounding the chapel bell. For some reason they don't like the sound it makes, but a few hours ago the rope tying the bell gave way, we don't know how or why or even if anybody had any involvement in it but we cant use it to fend them off now that's for sure." The young Altmer said, he seemed to be taking charge of the group in place of a more advlt leader, Maximus couldn't help but wonder what horrors he had seen in this settlement that the prisoners where graced to have missed back at the prison.

"First, do you have any weapons? Second, where is the legion or city guard? Third, how many survivors are there?" Maximus asked, watching as the water logged undead slowly got closer and closer following in the wake of the horrified prisoners who'd fled from them.

"Yes, a few weapons are left but they are dull as wood, there's a crate over there help yourself." The Altmer pointed to a crate without a lid, a few sword handles could be seen sticking out of the top. He paced over and examined them, none of them where up to his usual standard, many of them where nothing more than long strips of rusted metal in the shape of a blade, others had cracks or the ends had been completely broken off. Taking as much time as he could afford he eventually settles on the sword with the least rust and pulled it out. "The Legion are now undead, they came without warning, before we could even organise ourselves to defend they had taken the guards and patrols by surprise and now they are zombies just like the rest and we only have twenty survivors, how many zombies did you see?"

"I counted forty." Maximus said quietly, swinging his blade through the air trying his best to get used to the unbalanced less than skilfully crafted weapon. None of them where going to do much damage, he was tempted to stay with his table leg. At least that was a blunt object that had some weight behind it, unlike the blunt edged swords they had on offer. "Are you sure there's no better weapons?"

"Quite sure, we don't have a smith in town so many of these weapons have been lying around for years without regular maintenance. The only good weapons where used by the guard, they still have them if you want them, you just have to go hunting for zombies to retrieve them first."

"I'll pass." Maximus said disdainfully as the zombies began flooding into the city.






OOC: Bad swords, bad bad swords.

Long-Tail was running frantically alongside Rakasha and Maximus, he heard the word "zombies" and began running faster. Mee-Zaw was close behind, shouting and waving a torch to try and fend off the creatures. Long-Tail tripped over a log as he looked back at Mee-Zaw. One of the things jumped on him and grabbed hold of his shoulders, then it tried to take a bite out of Long-Tail's neck.

Long-Tail held the thing at arms length, reaching for one of his bone spikes he kept in the bag at his side. He got it loose and plunged it through the eye of the zombie, wrenching and twisting and gouging it into its brain, scrambling it until the zombie went limp and was thrown off to Long-Tails side. Getting up quickly, he began to sprint in Maximus' direction.

Finally cresting a small boggy hill, Long-Tail saw Rockspring... in destruction. Houses were burned, barricades had been set up at the front gate like what you would use in a cavalry charges' defense. The chapel stood high over the city, the bell was fallen.

"Quickly now! Get Inside!" shouted a young Altmer. Long-Tail sprinted over to the barricade and leaped over it, landing with a roll onto his side, panting with exhaustion.

He was worried though, other thoughts had began creeping into his mind... his wife and children.

Long-Tail stood up and looked around, the he heard a discussion between Maximus and the Altmer, he heard something about a crate of weapons which he had noticed while looking around, he also heard of the Legion's abandonment and how only twenty survivors remained.

Long-Tail trudged over to the Altmer, bypassing Maximus, "Listen, are there 3 Argonians here? Moon-Scale is my wife, Star-Lilly is my daughter and Only-He-Stands-There is my son." asked Long-Tail with a worried tone.

He then looked at the box of old rusted blades, an idea forming in his head for another weapon, but that would come later, he had to have an answer about his wife, son, and daughter.

Mee-Zaw ran behind the group, constantly turning round and waving her torch at them. Every time the flames brushed their skin they howled.
It wasn't long before they reached Rockspring, it was ruined. Dead bodies lay everywhere, it seemed whatever they were trying to outrun had outrun them, and dead things couldn't move that fast.

"Quickly get inside." A young Altmer said urgently as they neared the chapel.
"No, I will pass. I will wait out here." Mee-Zaw said, watching the khajiit fling himself in through the chapel door.

She was not religious, not in the slightest, Aedra, Daedra, tribunal, gods... they had never done anything useful, she was highly doubtful they even existed in a way. No she was not religious but chapels and temples made her feel edgy. She would much rather fight dead creatures than stand in a church.
Mee-Zaw listened to their conversation through the door while keeping an eye out for the things, which apparently felt the same way as she did about chapels if they didn't like the sound of the bell.
All of a sudden she gagged, the stench of them filled her nose, horrible disgusting rotting flesh and charred skin, all the gasses from the inside of one's stomach were now free to float through the air.

Dead things flooded the city from all angles, Mee-Zaw felt very glad she had a torch now.

OOC: Not in the mood right now to post a fight scene so I'll just leave it open for now.

Bill awoke in a haze. He was lying face down on top of a small hill. All round him sprang soft, spongy grass; yet under his cheek there was a jagged, blood-stained stone. As he rose he put his hand to his head and felt a bruised graze. Touching it gingerly he lowered his hand and the shrugged. The blood had dried and efficiently sealed the wound. As the mist receded from his vision he gazed upon the small town before him.

Ruined it was, with dead bodies littering the ground. He saw no one and assumed that the town had been wholly destroyed, for he had come to town away from the others. Straight Northeast he ran after the fright at the river, though he didn't know it. And so it was in this way that he evaded the creatures and came to Rockspring from the North. But even as he looked, the zombies broke through the woods beneath him. There were very many of them, and as they flooded the town he gripped his makeshift mace. 'looks like you won't do any good buddy, sorry' he thought, patting the coils. Looking around he found lots more rocks of the like that he had fallen on. Once he had about twenty of the baseball sized stones, ten in each pocket, he removed his bandanna. Quick as ever he could he tied the cloth into a sling. Looking at it confidently, he let fly a stone at one of the zombies still running towards town. The stone slammed home, Knocking off the creature's upper skull. The thing dropped, convulsed, then lay still. Grinning, Bill fitted another stone into his sling and ran down the hill, roaring all the crude sea-faring curses he had ever heard.

Three more Zombies fell from severe head trauma before he reached them. Yelling out a last "PHUK YOU" he crashed into them, swinging madly at every piece of undead flesh he saw. He was like hurricane, lashing out here and there and everywhere. And so it was that he drove into the hoard and found himself encircled by the brain-hungry monsters. But with every zombie that fell he gained a step towards the chapel.

OOC: Whoooops almost forgot about this RP

IC: The things trudged out of the swamps. At first Xa-raku made no attempt to flee, but when they came closer he began to see the missing pieces of vital flesh, the exposed bones and gaping holes that would prove fatal to any mortal being. One took a swing at him with its arm, which he deftly swatted away. He took a few steps backward as some more lunged towards him. He snapped a few arms and knee caps, but this neither hindered nor stopped them. Then finally he kicked one hard enough that its skull twisted in a direction it should not have, and the undead collapsed. Xa-raku turned his attention back to the other rapidly approaching members of the horde, including a much faster argonian with even darker scales than his.

The others had already began running, and he was in no position to fend off all of them by himself until he knew more about them and what was happening. He grabbed the Black Scale zombie's claw as it swung toward him, twisted it sideways and turned the argonian in the other direction before shoving it forward into a ditch. Xa-raku turned and ran to catch up with the others. They reached Rockspring minutes later, and an Altmer beckoned them inside the church. Xa-raku went inside with the others, showing concern for Mee-Zaw who had opted to remain outside. He hoped the bell would keep them far enough away that she would be safe. She wasn't a criminal like the others had been, she was just a bystander.

I'm gunna go ahead and Drop this RP now, I said survivability and no ubering or killing legions on your own, some people dont seem to get that, some people do. I cant be bothered always asking and reminding people what this is about every other page it just takes the enjoyment away and i feel like a complete nag. Sorry guys.

OOC: I killed, like....one. And then ran away. So....

Aww I've never Rped a vampire argonian before. It was fun while it lasted I guess And I'm afraid Solidor that no matter what... there will always be someone to break the rules.

Mhm but with this RP i've had to pm some people multiple times, usually i just let things slide but eh I just cant be bothered this time. I had alot of good stuff planned for it aswell :/

OOC: In all fairness, Solidor, you said at the beginning that if someone kills a lot of zombies completely flawlessly, then you'd ratchet up the difficulty so that more come after them. I thought that was a pretty good idea personally, but you haven't implemented it for some reason.

Yeah but that was just a general sarcastic warning, i could have said i'd make a pig fall from the sky on top of some one aswell. Fact is in an RP i could keep throwing all manner of things at people and it wouldnt make a difference because writing isnt effected by a difficulty slider

OOC: I couldn't get anyone to interact with me. As excited as I was about the rp, just a little disappointed with the outcome. You should definitely try another in the future though. Anyway, I'd gladly join if you kept open. No need in closing the rp over a few people. You can always take the road less travelled and boot them from the rp. It's nothing personal, they just are meeting the standards.

To be honest i think i'm going to write up a plot for a different province..

Well type it up. I'd join. I still think it should mimic Zombie Horde or whatever Forrest had called it.

You mean Dead Horde? Widespread Corprus infection via vaccine. That was a fun one and I would join in an instant