ewancummins wrote:[ Moorkroft will attempt to turn undead. ]
Borne to the earth by the walking corpses,Moorkroft shouts out in alarm.
He clutches a small silver medallion and cries out'' Holy Lady , turn them aside!'' His eyes burn with the zeal of a madman. Bare seconds later, he is blocked from view by the gathering dead men.
For a moment, the people standing near the door see a misty image of Moorkroft shining through the fog, and then disappear again...
Moorkroft finds the hands gone, and himself lying on the ground, breathing heavily and blood between his teeth...
Lord Cyclohexane wrote:
[OOC: Go figure, when things are slow for a few days and I decide to step away, *that's* when everything speeds up...
Rafael, I'm going to ignore the map and have Adrian be in the fog itself, where I'd last left him]
[Okay.
Seems indeed that I should have posted the map some time earlier.]
Lord Cyclohexane wrote:
The others hear Adrian loudly swear from within the fog. "Every time I think I find the girl..." he growls, "it's just another of these rotten zombies!" A meaty thwack comes from the mists as Adrian smacks one of the zombies with a makeshift hoe, purely to move the thing and continue searching for the child. He has no hope of defeating the undead, but hopes to keep them from surrounding him and from finding the girl first.
Adrian staggers through the mists and stumbles into Jarryd. - Near them, they see dark shadows slowly walk into the direction they believe the house is... Neither Jarryd nor Adrian can tell if those shades are friends or foes...
StuckInOrbit wrote:Izabela sets down her lighted lantern and draws a small dagger and grips it firmly. She trips on her own feet as she nervously backs up towards the door.
Then, in a moment of panic, Izabela runs back to the lantern and tosses it head on towards the closest creature approaching her.
The lantern misses the creature and gets lost somewhere in the mist... Izabela can hear the sound of breaking glass...
LouisVendredi wrote:
OOC: If the clone beat me to the house, I would not have been holding the door, or spoken to him. So, he wouldn't have hit George, he would have simply run past. I will rewrite George's actions since they were written from the assumption that he made it into the house.
[Okay, I'm fine with that.
]
Hearing the call to make for the house just as he emerged from the Mists and spotted the undead creatures, George rushes towards the house, only to see the front door slammed shut in his face.
LouisVendredi wrote:
Wasting no time pounding on the door, George draws his dagger from its sheath and whirls around (standing with his back to the door now) and prepares to defend himself from the carnivorous creatures that will surely be coming for him once they've finished their grisly feast.
There might still be time to retreat - the zombies are approaching very slowly... Very slowly, but you can hear their sighs from beyond the mist...
