The man collapsed to the ground, armor banging off the floor.
He was still wearing all of his armor and would be difficult to kill.

He began laughing, the laugh of a man stricken with hideous fear.
Slowly, the laugh began to change, taking on a more frightening tone, like a beast.

Suddenly he jumped up and charged toward the barricade.

OOC: hey guys what did i miss- OH CRAP

IC: Xa-raku didn't want to make this kind of decision. Flee or stay and wait for others? It was like this situation had been designed specifically to hinder him. Or maybe he was being paranoid. Either way, Xa-raku had to make a choice now.

"How fast can you two run?" He asked both of them.

Johann yelled "Damnit I warned you!" and fired his crossbow. He heard the complex Dwemer mechanisms clink, allowing it to fire the bolt at a higher speed then most crossbows. Johann then tossed it away and drew his mace, ready for if he missed. He yelled, "I told you not to move! I told you! It's your fault that you are going to die!"

The soldier stood still a moment, looking at the man, showing off his gruesome features.
He was still capable of some speech however.

His face changed expression, back to the human inside.
" Help me ... "

As the beast swiftly took over, it darted forward, smashing into the barricade.

OOC: Hah, yeah I know what you mean.

IC: Laurana lay curled in a ball, fear overwhelming her sense of reason. From what Faelin had told them, things weren't looking good. Undead zombie things roamed the streets seemingly killing at random. Men and women were slaughtered merceslly when they tried to run and feasted upon when they stood and fought. Chaos was everywhere. Faelin had reassured her but what did he know of these things? Him and Grail had been talking when they thought she was asleep and neither of them had any idea of why or how this was happening. They both had agreed to stay in their room until day light though, so that they could actually see what was happening. Faelin had also said that when dawn came he would sneak down to the innkeeper's food supply and take some if no one was around. But if they were then he would ask them to join him in this very room, which he thought was safe. No, nothing could ever be safe from those things out there. They would find a way in and when they did all would be lost. She had heard someone's voice boom out earlier, saying that he had a safe haven to which everyone should regroup at. Laurana would have gone, and was even tempted to leave now, anything to talk to some people who weren't so grim and calculating. But no she had stayed. And why? Because Faelin had said that it could be a trick to lure us out and then they would ambush us when we have no hope of escape. Everything is wrong. This is all wrong! Laurana lay on the cold uncomfortable floorboards, and quietly cried herself to sleep.

Amiel looked towards the necromancer (OOC: I forget, has amiel learned your character's name?) that had helped him in the fight earlier.

"ITs good to see your alive, we're going to need a lot of help."

Amiel watched the medical examination of Fanier, and was not suprised to see that he passed. Amiel didn't quite know what the breton was looking for, but he did remember the family healer mentioning something about discolorations of the tongue being a sign of disease. Too bad that healer was killed Amiel thought to himself, thinking of how much help such a healer would be. Eventually fanier addressed him, reccomending that he get some sleep.

"I could probably use some sleep... I'll take a rest one of the benches. If and when the creatures fall back, I'll whip up a hot meal for everyone."

Amiel moved over to one of the benches and laid down. He'd probably be hurting like hell when he woke up, but any amount of rest in these circumstances was a good rest.

Tadave looked up, hearing the strange voice boom, not so disernable from the distance he was at, but close enough to hear something about a haven. He picked up his pace. Tadave could see the walls of the town. He was tired from walking, all the way from Morrowind, but it wasn't so bad. He had stopped along the way, making various camps along the way, so he was refreshed. It was night (I assume), and Tadave was traveling with a detect life spell, just in case some bandits or animals decided he was a nice target. His hand went to the blade at his hip at the thought, but smiled, calming himself. He was his father's child. Tadave approaced the stables, which oddly had no horses within it's fences. The gate was busted open from the inside, and horse tracks led away. He figured they had gotten out, so he attempted push open the door to the stable owner's house. It wouldn't budge. "Hello, is anyone there?" he asked, loud enough for anyone inside to hear. "Go away!" a Mer voice replied from inside. He was slightly taken aback, but shrugged it off. He was probably interupting thier sleep. A flash of purple flashed in his periphery. He turned quickly, but it slipped out of range. Slightly unnerved, he marched to the gates and entered Cheydinhal.

Calendras's eyes flickered open. He cursed. He had fallen asleep! He walked over to the fighters guild members and woke him up. "Hey buddy, you don't mind taking my watch for me do y? I'm fairly tired." Asked calendras. "By the way, My name is Calendras, whats your name?"

OOC: I won't be able to post anything tonight, and probably Saturday night because I'm pretty busy. Darth Ravanger, if you're up to it, could you manage the RP for a few days? And maybe control my character? If you can, then thanks. If you can't, well then you can't. See ya.

OOC: Well its finally the weekend, so at least for the nights I will be active most of the time. So sure.

edit: is spider_pig talking to Amiel? or a npc? My guess is Amiel.

IC: "Your name's Calendras eh? Well mines Amiel. And sure, I'll stand watch for awhile." As Amiel stood up, his whole body started to ache. Amiel stretched his arms out, and that did relieve some of the pain.

"Better avoid those benches!" Amiel said, yawning.

Amiel then moved over to Calendras' post.

OOC: I'm thinking we should wrap up the first night soon.

OOC:edit @Krimsin v Yeah, a few more night posts, especially from them and I think we should be good for first light. v

OOC: Just waiting for Subaru and/or Blademaster.

ooc: I hate making out of character only posts, but I really need to know where the heck everyone is so I can know who I can interact with. Trisha's just outside the castle, in the courtyard, crying on her knees in the mud, but I have no idea where anyone else really is..

OOC: Sorry guys, my schedule makes it hard to keep up with you guys. Like, Hk-47, I have to join more slower rps. It was fun while lasted, but I am going to have to pull out of this one. Sorry Forrest, and others.

OOC:Okay, I think we need to freshen up the circumstances. FIRST LIGHT!
IC: The corpus creatures banging on the gate to the castle were finlly starting to do some damage, as some of the bolts had been shaken loose, and the gate started to bend inwards. Fortunately for the survivors, the attack was about to end, as the sun finally lifted itself above the horizon, spreading light to the dark horror that was cheydinhal. The corpus beasts made a hasty retreat from the castle, fleeing into basemants, the sewers, and caves. One group of corpus monsters advanced to an abandoned house, (OOC: DB sanctuary) where they broke through the front door and fled into the basemant, hiding themselves in the glow of a strange door. The streets slowly cleared themselves of corpus beasts, and this sight left the Fanier, Amiel, and the other castle occupents puzzled as to their nocturnal nature.

"They're....retreating? OH YEAH!" Amiel cheered as he saw the creatures retreat, but Fanier seemed more puzzled then happy.

"This isn't right...Their not supposed to be nocturnal." Fanier said this with genuine confusion. Amiel soon calmed down, as the realization that they are nocturnal fully dawned on him.

"So they're different than the Vvardenfell ones? Anywawy, this means that caves, basemants, and sewers are too dangerous. However, if their nocturnal then their not very likely to use cave systems and sewers to advance further west during the day at least." Amiel paused for a moment, and then said, "but enough of that, time for a breakfast!"

Amiel ran towards the castle's kitchen, and inspected its inventory.

OOC: You know, in-game, I think it's only been like an hour at the most.

The streets of Cheydinhal were surprisingly empty. Tadave's detect life spell was still up, and no purple was visible within his range. He walked passed the hotels, torwards the Chapel of Arkay, where the healer and his paitent were. Tadave was unnerved, but he did his best to reassure himself. It was night. Who is really walking around at night? That kept him calm for a while before he answered his own question. Guards. He stopped in his tracks and looked back to the gate. No guards were in position by the gate. Tadave turned and walked at a stepped up pace to the chapel. He looked up to the castle. The torches were lit, unlike the rest of the town. He didn't stop walking and crossed the bridge, walking around the building until he reached the door on the other side. Once again, a flash of purple showed itself briefly before dissapearing. "Is anyone there?" he asked. Only crickets answered him. He sighed and entered the chapel.

(OOC: That was before first light)

Candles lit his way as he walked over to the alter. Tadave stopped, looking at it. He had never been particualrly religious, but he felt a need to pray. He brushed it off and stepped down the stairs. There was a light banging noise from the undercroft. It didn't register to Tadave. He was thinking of various diseases common to the area. He opened the door to the quarters. 'Pretty sure I remember the regular healer said about a begger here who had Serpiginous Dementia...' There was a room with the door hanging slightly ajar. Tadave walked up, and pushed the door open a bit more. A man lay on the bed, mumbling incoherently. Tadave assumed this was the paitent. He reached into his bag, pulling out a cure disease potion. He cast a resist disease spell on himself, and approached the bed. "I'm Tadave Ryon, the healer that was called for you. Do you know where the chapel healer is?" The man looked at him "What...healer?" he asked and drifted off "Who are you?" he asked. Tadave nodded as the man drifted back to mumbling. 'Serpiginous Dementia it is.' he thought as he tilted the man's neck back, pouring the potion down his throat. He then cast cure spell on the man to help the potion work. There was a groaning sound, and Tadave turned to the door. Leaning on the doorframe for support was a grotesque fiqure, which appeared to have rotted, but while it was still alive. Growths lined it's body. Tadave had studied this disease. Corprus. Tadave hoped his resist disease spell was still working. He ripped his blade from it's scabbard as the thing lurched forwards. Tadave quickly brought the blade down onto the things skull. It cut into it, breaking the normally dense skull, now weak with corrosion. Instead of pulling the blade out, Tadave cast a shock spell. The thing convulsed as electricity coursed through him. It dropped, and didn't move again. He pulled his blade out and wiped it off on the floor. He was slightly shaking, but steeled himself. He looked back to the man on the bed. He was quiet now. Tadave walked over to a desk in the corner of the room and wrote out a quick message to the man. He set it on the table, and closed the door as he left, locking it from the inside. Tadave reasoned that everyone was probably holed up in the castle. He felt bad for leaving the man, but he was out, and recovering from a disease. When he woke up, he would get the hell out. At least Tadave hoped he would.

(OOC: The sun had risen while he was inside.)

Cheydinhal Castle.

Primo watched the sun go up and the beasts scurry to hide.
Now we can finally get some supplies..

" We need to get as much supplies as we can. Ley, go search outside the buildings, me and Hirrus will go search the Inns and Smithy. We should assemble a few more people to gather supplies. "
Primo spun around, pivoting on his heel.
" All who are able, and capable of wielding a sword, may join us in searched the town and surrounding area for supplies. Gather near us and we'll give you a few instructions. "

Hopefully we can get some Fighters Guild Members, Gaurds, and Mages. I don't feel like looking after civilians.

OOC: How did they light stuff on fire (without magic)?

IC:Dro'Raska crouched painfully on the roof. His knees were getting sore from crouching all night. The sky was getting brighter gradually, but surely. Finally a blinding piece of the sun could be seen coming up over the walls of Cheydinhal. Dro'Raska looked at the creatures and saw they were scurrying away into the shadows. Some went into buildings, basemants, and sewers. Others just lumbered away from the sun stupidly. They're nocturnal? Dro'Raska thought confused. He watched carefully and looked towards where they were heading. The sun provides warmth and light. Fires makes both, so I bet that would be effective at scaring them away. Dro'Raska pondered, with a vague plan forming in his head.

The streets were clear of the beasts, but the gore and bodies, or what was left of them, still lay unmoving on the streets. Dro'Raska made sure there was no beasts anywhere and hopped down from the roof landed deftly on his feet. Sprinting towards the direction he had been previously that night, seemingly so far away. It had been so much more different that night. It was raining, and now it had stopped. Most of all there weren't bodies in the streets and beasts in the shadows. Something moved in the corner of his eye and he whipped his head around to see a creature lurking in the shadows. Dro'Raska tensed up and stopped immediately. He was paralyzed in fear. The thing held eye contact with him for minutes and finally looked away and continued lurking in the shadows. Letting himself breathe, Dro'Raska relaxed and sprinted towards the bar, which was now in his sights.

Upon reaching the bar, he found that there inside there was a scene of carnage. The entire room was bloodied and full of eaten corpses. He ignored the bodies and memories of the woman burned in his mind. He turned towards the bar and leaped over the wooden counter. His paws were met with a stick red substance covering the floor. Gagging, he averted his eyes from ever seeing the mess on the floor and looked for some alcohol. He grabbed six bottles of highly alcoholic beverages. He leaned down and grabbed some rags from the red stained shelves under the counter and thought of what he could use to start a fire.

OOC: SPOILERS: unless those beer bottles are full of kerosene, the fire from your molotovs will be about one or two inches high at best, and will actually PUT OUT the fire at worst.

Calendras woke sweating from his horrible, corprus monster filled dreams. He tried to get up off the pile of straw in the corner of the room on which he had been sleeping, but his legs gave out and he collapsed on the floor. Sitting on the ground, he knew that he was going to be sore in the morning. Finally, he stood up with the aid of a staff and walked over to Fanier and Amiel. "We've been through a lot of trouble lads...i say we should start a fellowship, You have my staff and my spells" He said. This land might be filled with corprus victims, but i say we can make a diffrence! I say , we can turn back the tide of darkness! What iu say is, we make an expedition into Vvardenfel, and find Dviath Fir!"

OOC: Way to ruin my fun. :meh: It's an RP about zombies and a fantasy game. Why should it be realistic? I said highly alcoholic, not beer.

Tadave pushed open the door of the church, and the light shined in. He shielded his eyes his his arm. 'Guess it was later than i thought.' He stepped down the stairs as his eyes adjusted to the light, walking torwards the castle. Now he could get the guy out of there, and get somewhere that was relatively safe. He surveyed the town as he walked. He had been here years ago, and had learned alot from the healer. She was good, but she put others before herself, and had poor health. She took a break. Great timing no less. Now Tadave was stuck in this hell hole. Morrowind could protect itself against corprus. It has before. He would be safe there, but instead he's trapped here. For the second time, he crossed the bridge, his footsteps echoing below. Tadave looked up towards the castle as he climbed the winding path. He was drained from all the activity he had been doing. The last time he had slept was about a mile outside Cheydinhal. He had planned on getting some more sleep in the town. That hadn't gone according to plan. Tadave followed the path slowly, hoping to get some sleep once he got there.

Johann flinched as the man ran into his barricade. He moved much faster then the other zombies he had fought. Johann didn't dwell on it, however, and swung his mace at it's face, then stepped back, keeping out of it's reach. He didn't want it to even touch him. And if he did get infected, he would kill himself. After all, he would want to make it easier for the other survivors.

( OOC: Whiskey etc are good for Molotovs. )

" Everyone gather around. I'm a Captain in the Imperial Legion. If you could all gather around we could figure out something that ensures maximum survival for all of us. "
By this time only a handful of Cheydinhal Gaurds had gathered, They would need more than this.
Primo hoped that while the it was still daylight, they could clear at least one building of Corpus, gain supplies and weapons, and get a message to Imperial City to send reinforcements.

Please people .. I know what im doing here.. If you could all just stop ignoring me!

_________________________

The shop was dark, but not dark enough.

As a few rays of light fell onto the infected soldier, he turned and ran, diving into the basemant.

ooc: Well, if he just wants a fire started, anything over sixty proof burns rather well. Molotovs with whiskey are iffy as it depends on their alcohol content, but moonshine would work though.

ic: A guard picked Trisha up from the mud and helped her inside. Her body was cold as ice and she was shivering, crying as hard as anyone can cry and she looked almost ready to throw up. The guard brought her inside and set her down on a bedroll near a fire, hearing a strangled thanks from the small Argonian. Over the course of the next half hour, she eventually cried herself to sleep.

Come morning, a man woke her up and told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She obeyed groggily, then watched him nod. "You're fine. You can stay." He told her, then walked off, leaving her to wonder what that was about. She got out of bed and looked around, her armor still damp, and wondered where she was for a moment. Then it all came back, the odd things with pus-filled sores, the rain, the Chapel.

"No!" Trish yelled suddenly, grabbing her pack and running. She shoved past the guards at the entrance and, upon seeing the things were all gone, ran at a speed that looked almost impossible for someone her size towards the Chapel. When she got there, her little heart was pounding violently in her chest and she stopped, leaning on the wall to gasp for air. "Mom.. Dad.. Please be alive.." She begged to the Gods breathlessly.

It took a full minute for her to catch her breath from her run, but when she did, Trisha went straight to the Chapel doors, then stopped and gasped as it opened. She hid behind the door as it opened and watched the man go up towards the castle. He looks alive enough to me..

Drawing her dagger, a pointless action that served only to make her feel a little more secure, she walked in as the door shut behind the man, the boom of the wood hitting the door frame echoing through the empty room. There was no evidence that the things had managed to get in, but there was a dead beast on the floor by a doorway to contradict that. The lack of gore suggested that everyone had gotten out before the things came in, though, and Trisha's hopes shot up. They could still be alive! I knew they weren't dead!

A groan from downstairs caught her attention, cutting off her thoughts. It sounded like the groans the things had been making the other night. Though her better judgment told her to leave immediately, the off chance that it was an injured person was something she could not bring herself to ignore. Rounding the corner, she looked down through the broken door into the undercroft. What she saw was so horrifying, she couldn't even scream; there were almost a hundred of them down there, in various forms of mutation and decay. A small cry escaped her lips, and the things heard it. A hundred dark faces turned to her and groaned in unison.

Trisha ran. She ran as fast as she could, stumbling on the stairs and pushing open the door into daylight and slamming her back against the door, her chest heaving. If her parents had holed up in the undercroft, they were dead, or worse. As she stood there in the sunlight in her soaked leather armor, she shook her head in disbelief. "This.. this can't be happening.."