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Old May 23, 2016, 09:17 PM   #106
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Ylva's foot connected with Gurdy's stomach and the big man, still sightless, stumbled backward. The lamp shot out of his grasp, still flickering, and sailed somewhere to the left; he kept a hold on the goblet, however, though more of its contents spilled out in the process. The vagaran shrieked. Without the light of the lamp things became difficult to see, but it still wasn't hard to discern the big fuzz-ball that was the cat on top of Gurdy's head or, for that matter, the slow bloom of the blood now running freely from the wound in his stomach.

"Miiiiiii---!!!!!!" howled the vagaran as he fell across the nearest row of pews with a resounding crash. But he'd say nothing more - not now, and not ever. The fluid from inside the goblet spilled out across his head and chest. The few drops that had hit Ylva previously still burned, so she might only imagine what the feeling of a whole pool of it might be like. Gurdy's howl became unintelligible and then simply cut off with a frightening sizzle. Threads of white smoke began to rise from his face and chest.

The cat, nothing but a black shadow, had somehow or other managed to twist itself away and spring backward to safety, still hissing and spitting for all it was worth. The goblet clanged against the pew and fell to the floor, along with Gurdy's sizzling and smoking body, at Ylva's feet.

"Ah, gad!!!" Kate screeched from behind Ylva as Gurdy fell, adding - again - to the impossible din inside the church.

Not that they hadn't already alerted enough undead to start with, at least. Rhystlin cut at the closest arm, and it dropped on this side of the window with a satisfying thud. Like the undead she and the others had already encountered, though, it didn't stop moving; the half-elf could see the forearm wriggling in the dirt, the fingers still trying to grasp at something.

"Can' da thi' oursel'!" Spar shouted angrily - desperately - from the opposite side of the door, where he was busy fending off another undead who had already managed to push halfway through the window. "There be ta many.. an' I ga' only th' a' terch!" He shoved the torch he held at the undead and the thing writhed soundlessly, it's skin sizzling and its limbs curling in on itself, like a dead spider.

There was the sound of more glass shattering further down the side aisle. All along the sides of the church Rhystlin could see more of the creatures outside the windows or already forcing their way in. They couldn't cover all the openings at once, even if Spar seemed to have kept his head about his shoulders.
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Old May 25, 2016, 09:07 AM   #107
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Screaming, glass breaking. It was the sort of music that no one really enjoyed hearing on a good day, let alone a bad one...and Ylva was certain this was shaping up to be a bad one, with all that had happened.

The Rhagrhnd woman took a sip back as Gurdy shrieked and howled and died, maybe quickly but certainly not pleasantly. Ylva's expression was one of repulsion and she could just imagine, with the way the spots were burning at her own flesh, how all of that could burn, burn...kill.

The bump against her feet and Ylva took a step back, looking down. Not a whole lot of time to decide whether to grab it and risk carrying that thing around or not! Ignoring the cat, Ylva quickly scooped up the cup, careful to keep the rim facing upwards. Ugh, how to run and safely carry this. Because with all the chaos unfolding around her? Running seemed like the best option!

She ran back towards Rhystlin, who seemed to be handling the outpouring of zombies because the other two were sooo useful. With the sword in one hand and the cup in the other, Ylva made an outward gesture with the cup towards one of the zombies--this was a weapon, right? and burning stuff splashed out of it, right? was that how it worked? zombies burned, after all...so burn! "Back to tunnel! Too many!" she shouted out at her group, although she didn't try to grab either the fat woman or her brother to usher them along. They had opted to come and if they didn't? Well...

Not really her problem!

She made for the tunnel, prepared to use sword or cup if she had to reap her way through.
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Old June 1, 2016, 08:12 PM   #108
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If she were not in such danger herself, the half elf might have felt pity for the woman who had to witness the brutal death of her abuser, but there was no time. There was no time for fear or panic, no time for calculated decisions or for empathy. She could hear her own breath rising and falling in her throat, and the screams just fell away.

They could not stay here. It was the thought that kept spinning countless times in her mind, her body operating much like the rotting attackers outside. A strange sense of calm - no, instict - was taking over her body now... a steely, thoughtless, and emotionless rhythm puppeteered by adrenaline alone. Blade sheathed, boots thudded, fingers now grasped on poor Kate's arm.... even gloved they dug at the woman's flesh, desperate to move her no matter what.

"Back into the tunnel," she croaked, shoving a gloved hand in the opening's direction. "Now!"

The panic that broke into her voice surprised even her. Every inch of her body craved to be away - as far away as her muscles could endure the pain, as far away as she could go until her legs finally quit from under her.

Gods damn her if she was crushed beneath the weight of the flesh eating dead, her tomb the inside of an abandoned church for a god she did not worship.

She pulled urgently at Kate, pushing back into that dark and suffocating tunnel. She watched for Spar, knowing she would find no love from him should they draw the undead back to his place of safety. But what choice could they possibly have?

Perhaps it didn't matter, if they weren't alive to argue about it later.
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Old June 15, 2016, 08:57 PM   #109
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Ylva grabbed at the goblet that had clanked to her feet. The cat, which had landed on the other side of the smoking body of Gurdy, hissed threateningly as the Rhaghrnd picked it up, its slitted yellow eyes focusing on her before flickering down to the dead - still smoking - body of the dead vagaran. Sticking its head out, the cat sniffed...

But Ylva didn't stick around to find out what the cat was thinking (if, that is, it was thinking at all). She'd already grabbed the goblet and turned to the where Rhystlin and Spar were desperately battling the undead who were coming in now from all sides. The moaning outside was audible even above the din inside.

Kate wailed, and it was a good thing that Rhystlin seized her by the arm, or the young woman may very well have thrown herself toward the smoking body of Gurdy. Spar also turned instinctively to his sister, and it was a lucky thing for all involved doubtless that Ylva was there too, splashing the odd droplet that remained in the goblet onto the oncoming face of the undead who'd managed to climb halfway through the broken window. Funny thing that, though: the droplets didn't do very much - actually, nothing at all - and it was the clank of the goblet against the undead's patchily-haired skull that gave him pause. The droplets? Not a thing.

They were twenty feet from the entrance to the tunnel. Off to the side, along the wall where the tunnel entrance was, one undead had already managed to drop down in a wet heap onto the floor and was now slowly shambling up into a standing position, while a second was half-in, half-out of the next broken window nearby.

There were more undead coming in on the other side, but they weren't in the direct line between the small group and their destination; in fact, their eyes were probably drawn to the far inner corner of the church, on the other side of the tunnel, where some of the pews were now actively burning and sending up orange flames - the lamp that Gurdy had thrown in his last moments had caught fire.

And near the altar? Near the altar lay the body of Gurdy, heavy smoke now curling above it into a distinct, if still nebulous form. It looked vaguely like a tall, spare humanoid, the head bowed and the arms hanging limply by its sides. Below it, the cat let out a plaintive, wailing meow. And in front of the dead vagaran crouched the old Maria, her back toward them as she bent over the body. She must have snuck from the entrance to the tunnel and toward the altar while nobody was looking, indeed, had forgotten all about her. She didn't seem perturbed at all by the fact that the undead were coming from all sides, but then again, she always did seem like a crazy old woman.

But perhaps none of that was material any more. The tunnel entrance was twenty paces away, and thus far, they only had one undead to contend with to get there - going back for the old woman, or the body, or the smoky humanoid in its still-imperfect form, would take time - time that they might not have at this point.
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Old June 20, 2016, 11:27 AM   #110
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Okay, flinging the remaining liquid at the approaching zombie had done nothing so it was just as well that its weight had or Ylva might have a problem! What sort of weapon was this anyway? And was it even the weapon? The cat seemed like a better weapon that the goblet! But there was no way Ylva was going back to retrieve the cat. Nope, she was moving, heading straight for the tunnel as Dragon rallied her cry of 'back to the tunnel' and tried to drag/urge her two companions back with her.

She could see the dead accumulating along the path where they were running...albeit nothing compared to what she thought might pop up. Two? One that was ambling towards them already and another that was trying its best to squirm into the window--so much for the assurances that the dead did not, could not climb (an assurance, Ylva knew, that had already been shot down previously and yet...more evidence!). Focusing on the tunnel, Ylva prepared to repel any of the undead that got into her path, pausing and slowing to help out Dragon in whatever way possible with the other two.

This was when she noticed the old woman. The old woman and the weird smokey figure that was not, could not, be human. Ylva grunted, muttered something in her own tongue about bothersome arhegc who did not know when to simply stay put. Her limbs twitched to go running out to the old woman, to haul her back, but the undead were coming towards her, surrounding her, and the fire had broken out...

Fire, as she knew now, killed the undead. If they were lucky, that fire would spread quickly, it would engulf the church and the undead within would go up in flames with the dilapidated pews and other wooden constructs.

Ylva shook her head sharply at Dragon, trying to ensure she deterred her friend from going back in after the old woman. "It is there is too many. Come, we go now, before they come to this, yes?" She could not reach out and grab any of the other two, to help move them along--her hands being full with the cup and the sword--but she did try to bodily insert herself between them and the church, to help urge them towards and into the tunnel, back towards freedom and the safety of a door they could latch potentially barricade behind them.
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Old July 13, 2016, 11:40 AM   #111
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Rhystlin noted how the undead seemed drawn to the flames created by - she didn't know what, really. She hadn't been paying much attention. Was it the thing Ylva was toting back with them as they attempting desparately to flee? She would assume as much. Maybe it was this "weapon", whatever the feth it was. Fat chance of getting it at all if they hadn't retrieved it by now.

She threw a glance back over her shoulder as she pulled Kate along, only to realize that the batty old woman who had insisted on coming along remained behind in the church. The half elf swore, and despite a brief hesitation in her step, continued moving. Something in her heart wrenched at that, at the fact that she was sacrificing that old woman's safety for the safety of the larger crew. It was not a decision she had thought she would have to make in her eras of daydreaming as a child, but she was making it far too often now.

Her eyes flickered to Ylva, who must have noticed her wayward glance - that familiar twist to her lips as she made distasteful choices. She had half the mind to put the old woman out of her misery by shooting her in the head with an arrow first.... Best to let her die quickly than burned alive or ripped apart limb by limb. But there wasn't much time for that.

She nodded at Ylva, swiveling to try and make it back through the passageway. She made sure to get Kate and Spar in first, then managed to croak a dry "Help me!" before attempting to get the passageway sealed again.
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And as the chaos continued to rage and grow around them, the four ran - or, in the case of Kate, waddle hastily - back toward the entrance to the underground. The undead before them wheezed and reached out to impede their progress, but a few well-placed swings by the swords, goblet, and Spar's torch cleared the way.

Something creaked and then crashed behind them: the fire had turned into a conflagration that would soon consume the whole building. As they dove beneath the arch and onto the downward leading steps, the echoes of a gleeful, high-pitched cackle came from behind them. "It's alive!!" Shrieked the voice of old Maria, somehow audible through all the other sounds of the undead attack and the fire. "HE'S ALI-----!"

Another crash, the door swinging shut behind them, and the sounds were abruptly muted. Something thunked against the closed doorway - possibly one of the undead - but they were already on their way toward the relative safety of the tunnels. Down... and out.

There was another passage, as it turned out - when everything had settled and everyone had caught their breath - that would let them out quite close to the gateway that led out of the undead quarter. It was no trouble to get there - unless one counted Kate's interminable sobbing and quiet moans as trouble - and from there it was easy enough to sneak back out into civilization. For one reason or another, they didn't come across any undead on their at all: perhaps they were all still gathered at the church, the smoke from which they could still see rising up in the distance once they'd made it back out onto the streets. It looked like other buildings around it had caught fire too, so perhaps the whole mess was just going to burn down and solve that problem once and for all.

Maybe. If they were only so lucky?..

Spar and Kate left them just beyond the gate; Spar especially seemed little inclined to meet up with any elements of the law, and he had the excuse, in any case, of taking care of his sister. They parted civilly enough, if a little cooly, from Rhystlin and Ylva: their alliance had been based on a temporary confluence of goals, in any case, and now that that no longer existed there was nothing to keep them together. They disappeared around a corner just as the old guard who'd sent them and their friends in what seemed like ages ago came hastening forward to greet them. He looked concerned, relieved - and, best of all, alive.

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Rhystlin: +2 xp in a relevant skill (or skills)
significant wealth increase
positive reputation with Arkdüni constabulary
lore in undead (increased ability in combat vs. undead)

Ylva: +2 xp in a relevant skill (or skills)
significant wealth increase
positive reputation with Arkdüni constabulary
lore in undead (increased ability in combat vs. undead)
large, slightly shimmery goblet with unknown markings and a dark, magical aurarequires further examination; SOF updated

 
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