Cheydinhal Guard, Chapel of Arkay

"In charge?" the guard replied to the huge orc. "No one's in charge anymore. I was separated from my team when all hell broke loose."

Fanier, Chapel of Arkay

Fanier had gotten his horse safely in the Chapel, and now countless people were pouring in the one front door. "GET IN! QUICKLY!" he yelled to anyone who he could see. Just as the crowd of people stuffing themselves through the door began to thin out, a roar echoed through the air of Cheydinhal; the corprus had reached the Chapel District. The beasts were slowly seeping out of the dark nooks and crannies across the street. Fanier rushed the remaining people inside, closed the huge wooden doors, and barred them shut.

Fanier addressed the crowd. "Everyone that has a weapon, raise your hand!" to his surprise, quite a few men, and even a few women raised their hands. "Okay, then. I want two armed men at every window. Anyone else with a weapon, get by the front door. Everyone else, get in the center of the building."

One man interupted. "What about the undercroft?"

"The undercroft does not lead outside, so we don't have to worry about anything coming out from there. These beast are not zombies, nor dead corpses magically reanimated. These are corprus. Aim for the head, neck, and spine; it will cut off their brain fuctions." A loud bang came from the doorway; the corprus had seen them piling into the Chapel, and had somehow made the connection. "GET READY!"

Sooooo, I guess we're done?

Let me know, I'll drop an IC whenever you want. I was just waiting for anyone else that wanted to catch up (Wootz, Elite, Instantdeath, etc.) So, what do we all do after we consent to having weapons, just attack what corprus enter the chapel?

I'd post but it wouldn't really progress the story, I think we should go on with three and let straglers join as they come...

Pretty much. Good to know I still have a few people committed.

IC: "BARRICADE THE DOOR!" Fanier shouted to the men around him. Three men pushed a bench up against the door, and the repeated blows from the corprus had little effect. "Good. Get another bench up he-" Fanier was cut off as a mutilated hand burst through the thick wood of the door. Damn, they're stronger than I thought. Fanier immediately drew his sword, and sliced the corprus hand off. It fell to the floor, just as ten more hands were launched through the wood. He, along with the others around the door, began slicing everything that stuck itself through the door.

The sound of breaking glass could be heard from further in the Chapel; the corprus were coming in through the windows. Fanier turned to the men near the door. "You three," he pointed to three strong-looking men. "Stay on the door. The rest, kill anything that comes through a window." He drew his bow, readied an arrow, and let fly at a beast who had just broken through a stained-glass window. The arrow ran through the creature's throat, nearly knocking its head off. Looking out the window, Fanier could see fourty, maybe fifty corprus around the Chapel.

He came across a figure on the ground. It was a man, kneeling in front of the altar. "Now is not the time to pray!" Fanier shouted, kicking the man. "Grab something and fight!"

OOC: Sorry, been busy

Orange-Blade woke suddenly, a bit shakey after the his rest. He felt that somthing just wasn't right. He got up feeling it necessary to investigate. He opened the door and looked around. When it it looked clear he saw somthing walking slowly up the stares. It came closer and he noticed it looked like corpus. Soon more folowed it and they walked torwards him with their faces staring viciosly with anticapation. Orange-Blade drew his sword after falling back into his room. he slammed the door shut. He grabed the bed and draged it towards the door. They soon began banging on it. In a few minutes a large hand broke through the wood, sprayng spinters all over the place, And more soon folowed until the droor was in peices. Now panicking, Orange-Blade lifted his blade and arced it into the neck of a corpus. blood spewed down the blade but it kept on going toward him. He retracted his sword and took afew more swings at the corpus, it groanded but pressed on towards him, sloping on with its limp leg, bulging and flexing moving with an awkward walk. After seeing it not stopping he had only one ecscape route, the window. He took up his foot and gave a hard kick. Shard of glass flew down, bounceing on the long drop. He looked down and looked back. This was the only way .He jumped out and fell hard on the ground.

Orange-Blade shifted around on the hard ground, feeling his now bleeding arm. He struggled to rise from the stone, and tumbled a little until was up. He saw corpus everyware, the ones in his room were pooring out the window, folowing him down.The big ones landed hard landed hard and just sat, wiggling on the ground, unable to rise . Some of the smaller ones managed to get up and soon step into motian at him. One came right at him, its arms up and ready for the kill. Orange-Blade swept up his sword and swung down on the arm. Clompetely severing it as it bounced on the ground. Another came behind him with its arms around his neck. He could feel the sickly, gross, slimy skin and its breath smelt of something rancid and dead. He kicked hard in the leg of the corpus and lost its balance falling heavily down .

Orang-blade survayed the area, looking for someone. The chapel was starting to over flow with corpus, wich meant that it had peaple in it. Now the only problem was getting in. He began to run fast trying to out pace the corpus around him. One window was not to crowded, but it still had some. He got closer and noticed there were arrows shooting out the window biting the corpus deeply. He knew now if that he managed to get past the corpus he would still die. But it was his only hope of survival.

Orange-blade ran up to the ones in the back, pushing and hitting them. They soon swarmed over him, all going in to crush him. Right then he took a big on down, leaving a big gap open for him to get by. He ran over the corpus, running by as they closed in.An arrow streaked out just missing him. "Wait, stop firing I'm not a corpus." They looked a bit startled, but still let him in.

He fell in as more corpus clogged the window up. He drew his sword again and prepared for them.


Edited, alot