Johann muttered, "Damn," and leapt over the barricade, chasing the zombie. As he followed it, he wondered, Why did it flee at the sight of the sun? Is it a vampire or something? I don't really know. As he came to his basemant, instead of following it down into the poorly lit area, he closed the door, and locked it. He then began to push a cabinet filled with helms in front of it. Johann grunted as it budged inch by inch forward. Sweat poured down his brow. He finally got it in front of the door, blocking the basemant door, which opened inwards towards the shop. Johann then walked upstairs, and got back into his barricaded room.

He grabbed replacement bolts for his crossbow. Johann then grabbed his bedroll and food. He wrapped the food with one of his blankets, and tied it into a sack. Johann then exited the shop, heading towards the castle. He walked as slowly as possible, holding his hands up while yelling, "Hey, if there are any archers left, I'm healthy, so don't get all crazy and try to kill me!" Hopefully there were enough guards to keep the castle safe. Johann would hate to be trapped in there with a couple hundred zombies with no way out.

Giving up on bothering with waiting for any more people, He set off with what he had.

Himself, Hirrus, Fey, and 7 Cheydinhal Gaurds.

As they pushed the gate open, they realised how badly damaged it was.
They would need to find a smith to repair and reinforce it before nightfall.
After inspecting the door, Primo joined his companions, who were staring in awe at the gore filled streets.
Bodies of both the beasts and residents of the town littered the streets.
Men and Mer alike were torn to pieces.
Man, Woman, and Child were given no quarter by these ferocious beasts.

Primo patted Fey on the back roughly.
" Unless we get the supplies we need, this same thing will happen to everyone inside the castle. Us included. "

He stood there giving instructions to the men, Fey was off to search for anything laying in plain sight, he was NOT by any circumstances to enter any buildings.
4 of the gaurds went off to find survivors, they were to only find them, not enter any buildings unless there was direct sunlight pouring inside.
Primo, Hirrus, and the other 3 gaurds set off to find supplies.

" Look! There's a survivor walking down the street! "

Primo and Hirrus approached the man.
" Are you infected? Have any of those things touched you? "

OOC: ok Spider_pig, I'm going to say that fanier followed Amiel into the kitchen, seeing as they were originally in two seperate rooms.

Amiel looked through the food in the castle kitchen, and eventually found a 3 steaks and a dozen eggs.

"Hey fanier, how's steak and eggs sound?"

"Sounds good" Fanier replied, somewhat indifferent to his breakfast options after the previous night.

Amiel found the stove, and noticed it did not have any charcoal. Fortunately, Fanier had already found a bag of the stuff, and brought it over. Amiel took the bag, opened it, and put some charcoal into the stove. Amiel then placed the steaks onto a few metal pans, and transfered said pans with steaks to the stove's interior. Amiel then lit the charcoal, the smell quickly filling through the entire kitchen. As Amiel did this, Calendras approached the two, and proposed a trip to Vvardenfell.

OOC: Spider_pig, you misspelled Divayth Fyr.

"Who's Divayth Fyr?" Amiel asked.

( OOC: You've gotta survive HERE first. It may take QUITE a while before you can get there. While we're fighting here, it's still spreading. Cyrodil won't be very safe for a while. )

Calendras seemed suprised. "I'm suprised you haven't hard of him, his one of the most famous mage whos possibley alive. He is over 2000 years old and is one of the most wisest mages in tamriel. I've read many of his treatises, his work is amazing. He specializes in corprus. I doubt the Beasts would kill him, no matter what there numbers. We have to try and find him and see if we can stop this.If his dead, I can find some of his research and get it to the worm king, who should be able to Figure out a way."


OOC: My spelling might be bad, but as long as its legible, i doubt most people will mind.

OOC: Uh-huh..... Sorry boys (and girls) but this is moving way too fast, even for me. And I have no idea where anybody is or what time it is or the situation.

I'm sorry about having to drop out but every time I leave it seems to jump quite a bit, and with playoffs getting closer, practices are getting more frequent. Perhaps if things should slow down in the future I will rejoin, or once hockey is done, but for now it good-bye. :wave:

OOC Its a pity you have to leave, blademaster. I love your writing style.

As Amiel listened, he recognized a phrase from his studies as a child: Worm King. As Amiel pondered the information, he found himself torn between going abroad to assist with finding info on a cure or staying here to defend Cyrodiil.

"So you think the high preist of maggots could come up with a cure for corpus if he had Divayth Fyr's notes?"

Fanier stayed silent, listening to the conversation. OOC: Spider, niether Amiel nor Fanier will make a decision until grump gets back to rp Fanier.

Johann noticed the approaching guards. When questioned, he replied, "No wounds so far. Also, I feel pretty good. Tired, but I assume we all are." Johann yawned, and then continued. "So, how many capable fighters do you think are in the castle? It'd make me feel safer if I knew. After all, there's about a hundred of those things shambling around Cheydinhal." Johann looked around, still unassured by the lack of zombies. Johann said, "Have you checked the castle's basemants and such? I saw a zombie go into my basemant after the light shone on it. They seem to like the dark. I'd hate to be sleeping in a place with zombies under me."

Calendras Glared. "Do not mock the name of the king of worms lightly. He is more powerful then you can even comprehend. Anyway, this thing affects all of us. None of us can understand his notes. The mages guild is entirely surface. They have no place to retreat. The necromancers do. They can retreat to the other realms. Or, if he permits us, the god of worms realm. We are the only group still around that can handle this. I do not think we should set out now, though we should mull it over amoung the next weeks. If Divayth Fyr yet lives, then it is a diffrent matter. However, we should asume the worst." he said.

OOC: wait a minute, isn't there a disconnect between Mannimarco and the planet that orbits Arkay and causes the shade of the revenant?

IC: "I didn't mean any offence by it... Anyway, I just don't know whether we should try to help here or try to find a cure. I'll have to think about it." At this point, the steaks were almost halfway done. Amiel took two pans and cracked 6 eggs, for a total of 3 egg yokes in each pan. He then put the two pans into the stove. "Hey calendras, you want breakfast?"

Calendras looked at the meal and licked his lips. "sure," he said. Calendras couldn't remember the last time he ate. "On the subject of staying or leaving, i don't think there is much the 3 of us can do here. The zombie will keep coming, no matter what we do. He should strike at the source, then the clean up will be easier."


OOC: I thought Mannimarco the god held a small pocket of the necromancer's moon in reserve for mannimarco the king.

OOC: check with the lore forum. They should give you a straight answer rather quickly.

IC: "You may be right..." Amiel then opened the stove and took out the steak and eggs. Placing the pans on the counter, he took out three plates and placed a steak on each plate. He then placed two eggs on each plate, and laid out some forks and knives.

"Dig in!"

Amiel and Fanier sat down at their respective plates, started to eat. The food was well prepared, the steak was tender, but a little dry. The eggs were well cooked and looked appetizing.

Calendras sat down and picked up a fork "Excellent" He said "I like my eggs well done." Calendras ate up the food hungrily. He wasn't a big fan of steak...chicken would have been better but he was so hungry it mattered little. Once he was finished he said "A fine meal, compliments to the chef." He smiled.

OOC: Confirmation. Yes, manni those have a special place in his heart/realm for the necromancers. They can crash in his place for a while

"Agreed. Amiel, where did you learn too cook?" Fanier asked, with a smile on his face after finishing his meal. Amiel, who had also finished replied "Thanks, and when I was a child I would skip my classes to hang out with the servants, and they taught me how to cook." Amiel leaned back, and looking towards the ceiling, said "So what now?"

"We should probably prepare to leave the city. Chances are the Castle won't hold for much longer as long the corpus beasts stay in the city. We're going to need food and supplies, and we'll need to plot out our route in advance."

"Theres a few small settlements that surround Lake Rumare. They don't tend to have basemants, and I doubt such a small population will attract the corpus beasts. If we leave early enough we might not have to stop at any of them, but if we do we'll at least have shelter."

"Are you mad?" Calendras asked. "If the 3 of us leave alone, we won't last long with an entire army of beasts roaming the countryside."

Amiel looked towards Calendras, and considering his objection wise, replied "We will of course try to get as many people to go with us, and only move during the day, when the corpus beasts will not be out and about. Unless you could teleport us to the Imperial city, theres no way we'd be able to leave without travelling during the day."

"Hmmmm....Thats depends on wheter the beasts can smell us. I could ward the camp at night. But its still very risky. Wheres our destinination?" He asked. "and no, i cannot teleport you to the imperial city. It is beyond my knowledge"

IC: "Well we wouldn't camp out, but take shelter in the settlements that surround lake Rumare. four walls with wards is better than cloth with wards right?" Amiel then paused for a moment, and continued "We need to go to the Imperial city regardless of whether or not we decide to go to Vvardenfell. It has resources, and the red ring road is connected to roads leading to every other city in the province, including Anvil with its rather basic port."

OOC: Xa-raku was astounded as both Adrian and Ral-Malius disappeared in a puff of smoke -_-

IC: Neither of the two seemed to be very inclined to staying to help. Xa-raku wouldn't go with them through the teleporter. He was going to stay behind. A few hours of looking out the windows to see if there were any survivors fleeing, Xa-raku was about to go outside. It was daybreak, and he was confused by why there were no infected around. He was going to take one pass for survivors, and then he was leaving the city. He moved the shelves away from the doors and began walking down the streets.

"Very well then. We set out for the imperial city. We'll have to camp a few times though, Its fairly bare between here and the city. When do we set out? I suggest waiting a few days before we start traveling." He said.

IC: "Calendras, I reccomend that you round up whatever you can from your house and the mages guild, and me and Fanier will raid the fighters guild." Amiel paused to consider the route and when they would leave, and continued with "We'll travel along the northern half of the red ring road, and hopefully leave either tomorrow or the day after. How does that sound?"

"Yes, that would be adeqaute. I'll search my house and the guild. Hey, you don't mind if i fill a wagon with corpses do you? A war is a great time for a necromancer, i shouldn't leave all these fine potential warrioir here when they'll just rot away. We'll need horses though" he mumbled.

" I cannot say for sure how many capable fighters are there. I know most of the towns gaurds made it back, and some fighters guild members retreated there. Do you know where we could find a smith to repair the castle gate? it was rather damaged last night i'm afaid "