The Dark ones Cometh

[Yuno]

(people who completely cover themselves have something to hide. She can easily assume he is either half elf or drow. Half elves in my book are meant to be rare. The kind of being you could go your whole life without meeting. Which means by logic he is probably a drow. )

Tayya had been in the back corner of the bar now for hours trying to ignore the festivities. She had never joined in before. She felt lucky not to have been chased from town already. However the barkeep was a good friend of hers. He looked at her and smiled lightly shouting out over the roar of the crowd , "Tay sing us a song lass. Come now I see ya thar hiding behind yur hood." she shook her head firmly but two young men who seemed to be bouncers were by her in a second dragging her forward to the stage where the dancers made room for her. She shook her head at them all her lip tight as the bouncers looked at her. They were aware of what she was, they didn't know why the old man let her stay but he paid there bills and he was howling the mad drunk he was for her to sing.

She looked very uncomfortable in her worn traveling clothes upon the stage with elven women each more beautiful than the last. She sat and then cleared her throat holding up her harp and slowly beginning to play. The music was soft and sad as her fingers danced between the strings. The women dancing stopped to listen as her voice joined the strings in filling the bar with noise. Her voice was soft and sweet and men stepped forward to stare jaws slack. Eyes began to tear up around her as she sang on. Even (the other pcs) were distracted if only for a moment by the sweet song that seemed to speak of a life of hardship.

Then the barkeep roared at her again, "Too sad lass, gets me everytime sing somethin happy!" she nodded slowly her tune becoming merry as dancing and drinking began again to the light music. When finally she was allowed from the stage she moved towards the corner hoping to disappear again.

[Esiphas]

At that momment, the dwarven engineers, so easily missed in the crowd, fired the first of the fireworks off. It caught everyones attention, and most around pointed, cheered or gasped in awe. When it popped, a bright light of powerfull orange ligth illuminated teh sky, castin multiple shadows everywhere.

after about 6 more fireworks, Green, blue, red, white and the last one bright pink, The final firework was launched. A long trail of smoke followed it into the air. eople held thier breath in expectation. Then, something went wrong.

A second light, a small meteor of purple, flew over a house nearby. It looked ominously beautiful, and the majority of the crowd murmered, exchaning nervous, yet awe-insired glances. The light shot through the air and made direct contact with the firework. It soun out of control, before plummeting down into the large civillian crowd. Stiking the cbblestone pavement, the firework exploded into a spray of Golden fire, the powerful dwarvish chemicals causing civillains to ebcome consumed in the goldne blaze, burning to silvery ash. Following the firework green lights erupted into the sky, and a hail of arrows, the ends sharpened bones and the tailfeathers belonging to Vultures. More and More civillians were cut down by the horrible arrows.

From one of the alleyways, something horriffic emerged. A humans corpse, roting adn crawling with aggots, yet very much alive, eerged from the dark alley, moaning uncomprehensibly. It grabbed one of teh elvish Dancers, a young girl, who screamed for help, then it bit down into her soft flesh, just above her collarbone. The screams were silenced, and the girl droped dead, a hunk of meat missing, her white dancing bikini stained red with her blood. The creature swallowed the flesh it ahd torn rom her, then shambled towards another civillain.

[w00teldar]

The enitire crowd burst into panic. Karin noticed the walking corpse moving toward another dancer. She sprinted toward the girl, grabbed her around the waist, and tossed her aside. The young elf drew a small boot knife, holding it in a reverse grip. Though the weapon was not her favorite, she was almost as skilled with it as her bow. The thing charged, and Karin moved aside at the last second, making a cut that was just deep enough to slice its neck. The abomination dropped, and Karin cleaned her knife, and waited, confused on what her next move should be...

[Esiphas]

(OK. Did none of you read the full starting post? You've got to Tell me what your TRYING to do in cobat, not what you are going to do. The whole combat system is diced based, and i'm doing the rolling.)

As KArin Made to Make her slash, The Walking Corpse Charged forward, and Karins slash Caught only its shoulder. The blow barely scrathced the Zombie, although it did knock it aside ad its charge sent it into a table, which it bowled over, falling to the floor.

(In addition, I'm controlling the Spawning of the Dead, and the Arrow rain. So Blood, That Top Paragraph is Null and Void.)

(Please try to remember that)

[Major Chrispy]

(You know that sadly the distance between your posts is far to long to make this concept increasingly effective, and I get its for the d&d feel but with people from diffrent time zones and diffrent day sceduals. The story is great, i got very imbursed into it even at such a short time. But its not going to end up going that far. If it was going like a normal RP it would be farther along. plus my posts are a day apart, and you didnt even respond to what my first write up was "I snuck up on a person beating up a elf and stole the vending knife". You needd to read all posts the way you want to make this roll. Im not being mean/rude I'm just making a guess at the outcome and stating what may happen)

[w00teldar]

(sorry, i meant to, but i guess i got carried away, it wont happen again)

Karin spun back around, and threw the knife at the zombie, aiming for its eye.

[Esiphas]

(Its still worth a try. I'll switch to proper combat if things don't go well. As for stealing the Knife, that was part of mingling, so isn't really going to alter it much. I'm willing toallow such things)

The knife lands smack int the Zombies Neck, though this only falters it. It does however turn around and attack Karin now, moaning its flesh hunger as it advances, faster than you may expect.

[w00teldar]

Karin ran straight at the zombie, grabbed her knife that was still jammed in the zombie's neck. she jerked it to the side, and then back, and the creature fell. Hoping that the thing was finally ded, the elf waited to see if he would get back up....

[Esiphas]

The dead Crature remained dead this tie, although teh arrows kept falling. there were next to no civillans alive on the street, and A few Dozen of the Dead things were Shambling down the street. One had the two halves of a mans corpse in his hands, one ineach, the intestinal track binding the two peices together. One of the Dead things shimmered with green light, and you could see his zombified comrade behind, through the things body. They were all unquiet, their otting, dry voices calling for flesh.

Nearby, one house door stood open. A figure in a cape and mask of red cloth strips stood in it, His hand Extended in a ''Come wih me'' guesture. He was taller than any normal human, elf or certainly dwarf.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Grix grimaced, this would certainly cause the blame to fall not only upon the enemy but upon himself. Even though he was a drow he hated all aspects of those who worshipped necromancy or even more tose who worshipped the Spider Queen Lolth. He found a dead guard adn reached down picking up his weapon (Bjorn your the DM so you say what it is.) He had a choice run now or stay and defend the townspeople.

[Esiphas]

You retreive a rather ornate, though mundane, Shortsword form the Guard. It feels a little too heavy for you, and there is a small chip near the base of the blade, but it will still remain effecive for a while. More dead begin to build up i the area, ghosts, Zombies ad a few hunched, grey monstrositys crawling around. The town stage, where the mayor had been juding contests earlier, is still clear, aside fom 3 figures. One, a Tall ma, easily as tall as the masked man offering you escape, Another, a rotting corpse, yet obviously the leader, a glowing staff in one hand. The last is a shadowy thing, liek an upside down tornado of shadow, with 2 eyes like purple fire glowig within it.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Grix ran with the sword dropping to a kneel behind a barrel of water. He could here shuffling and jumped out at an undead bringing the sword down in a heavy arc.