[PLOT] That's no ordinary rabbit

[northrend]

Date & Time: All day Friday, December 14th and onward.
Location: Initiate Hold
Characters: All
Summary: The plague has taken hold and there are rampant, angry undead critters running around! Better get rid of them quick, before you attract the Scourge Horde.
Warnings: Undead attacks, localized around cute woodland critters.

[The death tolls of all the woodland animals had come around the same time. Some lasted longer than others, but for the most part, it appeared that most of the sickly animals had passed sometime in the middle of the night. The next morning, transports would awaken to find their furry friends looking...well, less than furry. Their eyes glow a sickly yellow, patches of fur fall off their body, and they continuously cry for help.

Help from whom? You?

Or the group of rampaging ghouls charging toward you?]


[ooc: Original plot post is here!. If you would like me to NPC ghoul attacks in your thread, please mark your subject line with three asterisks. (***) Otherwise, feel free to do it amongst yourselves! Please note that I won't be able to NPC threads until tomorrow afternoon.]

Comments

Someone dares!

[demonbloodblade]

Priad may hear the sound of feet running towards him... from BEHIND. And into one of the open spaces in his arc of fire - on the lightning claw side, probably - someone drops from behind him, yelling a battle cry and splitting an undead in half with her sword, half from the momentum of having lept off the building, and half with the greenish aura around the sword, leaving the two halves hissing with acidic burns.

{Flashback: on hearing the news of the trouble, Meliantha looked out to the window to see the huge armored guy standing there fighting the oncoming horde. Rather than go out the stairs, she opened said window, put feet on the side of the building, and the boots' magics took hold. Then she ran down the building, and, well...}

"Those within are protected! In Helm's name, as long as I stand..." She pauses to cleave another one.

"I will stand to protect them."

Re: Someone dares!

[priad]

Priad "Then die standing." He says, not cruelly or even mockingly. It is what he intends to do, after all. His bolter clicks dry, and he sets it down, shrugging a 9 foot long sea-lance off his shoulder and thrusting with it, punching through skulls and chests and thighs with every strike.

Re: Someone dares!

[demonbloodblade]

[She slashes a pair of them, removing heads.]

I plan to live as long as I can. But if I die, I will die on my feet, and if they push my body over, the sharp parts of my broken bones will stab their feet as they walk over my corpse.

[A few more die, brute force and caustic fluid doing their work.]

Why make it easy for them, even after I die?

[priad]

He lets go of the sea lance, drawing his gladius as he smashes into the fray, an 8 foot juggernaut of death to the undead, saying nothing, both hearts beating as he falls into the rhythmic motion of close melee combat. Together, they stand against the tide.