Civilizations Long Lost: The Expedition - Roleplay Thread

Kirk finished up grabbing all of the usable metal and salvageable weapons he could find while the others looked around, and threw them into the cart.

"IT TAKES A LOT OF EFFORT TO BURY SOMEONE IN A FIGHT. TRUST ME ON THIS ONE," he said, standing over the body Claudia had been looking at. "WHY WOULD SOMEONE DIG SO MUCH?" He started digging the body out, tugging at it, to try seeing the whole thing.

"...sure, sure, why not." She responded rather offhandedly to Amber's question, too occupied with the body that Kirkadaran was about to pull out from the ruin for reasons she wasn't exactly sure of.

...and then said body threw its arms forwards and latched to minotaur's shoulders, its seemingly frail arms holding surprisingly strongly.

At the same time, to make matters worse, the gem on a bronze orb emitted an unnatural light before... it screeched, the sheer power of its volume enough to cause pain to the two being closest to it: Urthslid and Miss Southwick.

Another bodies began to rise from their places, all of them burned, mangled and menacing...

"Ahhh, crap," Eidny said as the corpses started to rise from the ground. He aimed at the nearest one and fired his crossbow pistol at it's head then ran towards the glowing bronze orb, since that was obviously the source of the problem.

edited 4th Oct '14 6:43:36 AM by tricksterson

Urthslid covered his ear-holes in agony as the scream seemed to rip through his very soul. "Hssss... it doesn't like being caged... hsss..." He blearily squinted past the pain to see the corpses rising all around, having trouble focusing on another arcane word.
"Hsslss! Rootss bind you!" he intoned, the roots of his staff wrapping tighter around the orb as bright green shafts of light burst from shrinking cracks between the wooden tendrils. "Hssggkk-!" his next word was cut off as an undead trader managed to strangle his neck with burnt gauntlets, the first attempt to remove it with his tail only ripped off the stiff's lower torso. He barely noticed Eidny's aproach while starting to loose consciousness; too focused on wrenching away one of the arms, just in time for two more charred corpses to claw at him.

"GRAAAAH! NORMALLY THEY DO NOT FIGHT BACK!" Kirk roared, trying to yank the zombie off of him.

Eidny swerved to go help the snakeman, using his spear as a staff to literally break the zombies hold on him and then, a bit more carefully using the blade to pry it's fingers from his throat.

The charred zombies offered little resistance or battle plan although conventional damage didn't seem to do much to them: the one hit with a crossbow bolt reeled back, but otherwise resumed his gait with no visible effects other than a piece of wood sticking from its head. The one that later got cut down by Urthslid's staff also didn't do much apart from flailing a little bit.

The one that latched to the minotaur however seemed to have a bit more drive than his companions, trying to latch himself to Kirkadaran even more, trying to bite his neck as he refused to let go.

"Eidny, get Urthslid away from that orb!" Claudia shouted to the merc in its vicinity, cutting down another undead with a swift move of her orange-bladed sword. Said orb continued to scream even from beneath the roots trapping it within its borders.

Fortunately there seemed to be a finite number of walking dead populating the camp and said limit was about to run dry...

Kirk decided to try beating the zombie at its own game, opening his mouth wide to bite down hard on its skull.

Osmund was disturbed by why the zombies even existed. Did they refuse to simply stay dead and accept Plaguefather Typhus' love? Or was it the work some foul magic?

Either way, Osmund chose to attempt to magically heal whatever zombie was nearest to him in the belief that healing those that were already dead might somehow manage to harm them.

Finally getting air again with Eidny's help, yet still severely disoriented, Urthslid managed to coil around one of the other animate corpse attacking him and haphazardly slam it into the other, temporarily pinning them both in the sand, not appearing to have much of a plan for what to do next, as they clawed and gnawed on his tail.

"The plague-priest... Orsted? Ozzy? Osmund!.. hass wayss to sicken... the orb... not old... new and alive..." Urthslid rambled semi-coherently between breaths.

Eidny didn't know why Claudia wanted the snakeman away from the orb but did his best to drag him away with one arm, dropping the crossbow to do so while beating at the zombies clinging to him with his spear. Listening to what he said he called out to the plague priest, "Osmund! Urthslid says you have the power to weaken the orb. He says it's alive!"

Well, it's not like a charred skull is hard to break. Kirkadaran's effort was rewarded with the zombie taste in the mouth and the undead body limping, now finally ceasing to function.

The zombie healed by Osmund... well, it did look better, but otherwise there was no reaction to priest's magic. It still shuffled towards him, arms extended in an intent of choking the life out of him.

"Bullshit it's alive!" Claudia barked in response to Eidny's query, busy fighting with more undead. "Someone just smash the thing, I'm a bit busy!"