Private The invasion of the Damned

[The_Madgod]

Sal-Dus stood at attention when Geran began giving orders. The Tsaesci respected the man, even if he didn't agree with him all the time, especially when it came to the worship of Meridia. He said something about heading to Dragonsreach to see if Baalgruf was still around. Sal-Dus didn't believe he was, but he wasn't going to question the Guildmaster, at least not until he dangered an innocent or something of the like.

The last member of the Eliki clan picked up his sword and followed the other Witchers. He kept changing colors due to anxiety at the whole situation. His worry that his new home would fall to the same fight as his last one caused him to change into a whole plethora of colors. "No! Akavir is not overrun... And I will return and get rid of all of these monsters there... Someday...", muttered Sal-Dus. He changed to a solid black color and trotted up to the front of the group.

Sal-Dus looked at the crowd of Witchers and volunteers. Most of the small amount who survived had left, but a Khajiiti archer, a Dunmer and a Bosmer remained to help in the fight. Sal-Dus smiled at their courage, hoping they could join the ranks of the Witchers. Then, he realized the trip so far had been rather uneventful, and the congregation had just arrived at the steps to Dragonsreach. This was suspicious... The Tsaesci increased his guard and followed the others towards the palace.

Nothing much happened on the long walk up to Dragonsreach, but Sal-Dus kept hi guard up regardless. Geran gave some final speech when they reached the giant wooden doors to the palace, then began to kick it. After a few powerful thrusts of the leg, the hinges weakened. Suddenly, just as Geran was raising his leg for a final kick, the door nearly exploded.

Multiple zombies broke through the gaping hole, all pale white and gigantic. One at the back appeared to be bigger than all the others, and somehow... Different. At the moment, however, Sal-Dus was not paying attention to the details. He was busy falling back into a combat position and readying one of his native lands weather spells in case things got bad. It would nearly kill him, but it would allow the Witchers to continue, and knowing them they would help the Tsaesci to safety.

He ran over towards the Khajiit volunteer, feeling that he would be a valuable ally. A zombie charged towards the two of them, and was promptly liberated of legs. It's head followed. That was a weaker one.

Then, a giant. The creature, a Nordic man at one point, jumped Sal-Dus from behind, gouging out a large chunk from his scaly hide. He shouted and swiveled back towards the creature, slashing at it from all directions. Gashes appeared in its chest, neck and head, nearly destroying it. The creature fell to the ground, the Tsaesci believing him to be dead.

Sal-Dus relaxed for a second, then felt a sharp pain in his calf. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain. He forcefully removed the zombie from his leg, dispatching it in the process. He grabbed his leg and cringed on the ground, falling unconscious soon after.

 

[death raider]

J'Oran followed the rest of the group thinking that he would have a better chance of survival. When they all got to Dragonreach everyone started to pound against the door trying to break in and after a while the wood started to come off the door and just before the leader of the group could kick it open a zombie nearly ripped the door off its hinches and within a few seconds J'Oran could see more of those ghastly beasts. They were taring at the wood like it was as soft as grass clawing their way through and then the door broke open showing the true monstrosity.

These zombies were blood thirsty even more than the others and then just behind them a creature stood a bit bigger than the rest. What is it? he thought, but then a Tsaesci, the first he had ever seen ran towards him a zombie trailing closely behind. J'Oran unsheathed his bow and pulled out an arrow ready to shoot this zombie scum to the ground he fired his arrow, but before it hit its target the zombie bit hard into the Tsaesci's scales. Then J'Oran was blinded by all the swinging and slashing of teeth and sword in front of him the zombie fell to the floor missing body parts. He looked at the Tsaesci and then watched as he gave out a cry of pain. J'Oran quickly looked at where the zombie bit him. J'Oran fell next to him looking at the gashing wound trying to think of a way to help him, but J'Oran was only an apprentice at restoration magic only knowing a few basic spells not knowing anything that could make a major difference to the wound. He just started trying to stop the bleeding. He was not shore of what to do next and he feared the worst.

 

[cazzer14]

The Witchers had defeated the horde, rather easily actually, which was a nice surprise. Geran gave a little speech, and directed the guild towards Dragonsreach, in search of Jarl Balgruuf, whether he be zombified or not. The Guild quickly checked their equipment and physical condition, and prepared themselves for whatever may lurk in wait for them in the palace, because, knowing luck, there was surely bound to be something there.

Thorral picked up in this inevitable cliché, and remarked "We're going to go and get ambushed at the jarl's place aren't we?", to which Cyrus replied with "Of course we are." following with a chuckle.
It was apparent that the Witchers had attracted a few survivors that have been allowed to tag along with them. One was a Khajiit archer, another the collapsed Elf, and the other the Dunmer with the strange tongue that Cyrus had conversed with. Cyrus looked each one over briefly, before something diverted his eyes.

He turned and glanced towards what had caught his gaze, and found it to be Sal-Dus rapidly changing colours, a sequenced rhythm of the rainbow flickering on his scaly skin. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but it didn't matter, Cyrus needed to ready himself for what may lie ahead, as the Guild approached the doors of Dragonsreach.

Indeed, it was the worst possible thing.

Geran began to kick open the door, but before he could, it was burst open from the inside, the sunlight invading the dim interior of the hall. The light gave way to a gruesome sight, one that inspired fear into everyone's hearts, even Cyrus'. Zombies, but not the 'normal' kind that the Witchers had just encountered, but different somehow, changed. But it was not the enhanced undead that had caught the eyes and terror of the witnessing Witchers, but the revolting abomination that stood in the centre.

Its teeth protruded out of its own mouth, the piercing daggers mismatched and jagged, yet savagely organised, stuck through what remained of its lips. The teeth were reminiscent of the pirhanna's, whereas the rest of the monster's appearance was incomparable to anything else that Cyrus had seen or heard about.

Its skin was pale, corrupted with black veins, like branches, visible in its skin. Its eyes had all but been absorbed by the transformation, as well as any other facial features that existed before the mutation of this foul creature, only the horrific fangs remain. Its stance was hunched, ready to pounce and sink those canines into the flesh of any prey it can find, and the Witchers were right there for the feasting.

The undead fiends charged, roaring and growling in hunger, and a programmed hatred for the mortals they once were. Cyrus, next to Jaygue, prepared his sword and entire body for opposition. A lesser zombie jumped for Cyrus' neck, but Cyrus introduced its own to the tip of his sword, the lifeless body impaled on the steel, dragging it and Cyrus' arm down.

Another zombie took advantage of Cyrus' distraction, and leaped towards him, knocking him down, sending both rolling a few metres away. Cyrus quickly recovered mid-roll, and positioned himself on top of his undead assailant, and cracked its skull in with the hilt of his sword, the rage-fuelled hissing and growling ceased upon impact.

Cyrus rose to his feet, and took a quick look around the skirmish. Everyone seemed to be doing alright. Then he heard a scream, not one of anger, but one of pain, of agony. A human scream.

Cyrus turned to see who had exclaimed their wound, to see Sal-Dus on the floor, holding his calf, blood leaking out of the gaping bite-wound he had sustained. The Khajiit had met him, and casted a weak-looking healing spell to reduce the pain, if at all.

Cyrus ran towards the scene bypassing the chaos, by the time he arrived, Sal-Du was unconscious in shock. Cyrus uttered a situation-suitable word, and then grabbed the shoulder of the panicked Khajiit.

"You, Cover me while I get him out of here. Let nothing stop me getting him out of here, got it?"

The Khajiit nodded in stressed acknowledgement as Cyrus picked up Sal-Dus and carried him on his shoulders, he began to move as fast as the extra weight would let him, while shouting, summoning the only person he knew that could be of any medical help right now.

"JAAAYYYGUUEEE!"

 

[Mini Mongo]

Geran and his Witcher's, including the three survivors that they had took along were fighting the foul undead rather well, but it was not enough as a loud scream of pain echoed among the air, it was Sal-Dus, he had been bitten.
It was as if his greatest fear was becoming reality, what he knew was to come since the dawn of his birth was to much for him, he was prepared for Zombies, but not the death of his friends.
The Witcher's were more than mere fighters for Geran, but his closest allies, friends, and like brothers and sister of him, bound my the Guild.
The Khajiit rushed to him, using a minor restoration spell on Sal-Dus, but it was not enough, it was like having a glass of water while ill, making no real effect.
It was then that Cyrus run to his brothers aid, so to speak, and with so gave some simple orders to the Khajiit, that though hesitant he followed, protecting Cyrus.
But they needed to do more than just evacuate Sal-Dus, and Cyrus knew that, and with so he called out for the healer of the group, Jaygue the hulk of a man, to do his masterful healing.

Jaygue had always acted as if the medic, yet tank of the group, which provided useful, but Geran knew that even he wouldn't be able to save Sal-Dus, Geran, Cyrus and Edwyn knew who could though.
When Geran had first spoke with Cyrus about his vision of the end of time, the end of Nirn they spoke for prolonged hours, Cyrus was no fool, and he knew that Geran spoke truth.
It was then that Cyrus and Geran tracked down him........they tracked down a snow elf.
This snow elf was one of the last in existence, and was the most powerful, masterful mage in the art and school of restoration, in particular disease.
The snow elf was old, perhaps 900 if not more, the story of him was unknown, but when Geran and Cyrus first visited him he said ''In time of need, when great plague stalks are land, and you seek my healing, track me in the depths of the throat. I will aid you.''
It hadn't took long for Geran and Cyrus to understand his meaning, he knew of the plagues coming like Cyrus and Geran, and it was clear if they needed his aid, that they should seek him within the throat of the world itself.

The snow elf was clever, and it would be hard to find him again, but Geran hoped that the graybeards would know where he was, and they needed his aid now more than ever.
But his mind was still set on the battle they faced, but especially the abomination, the mutant Zombie.
It's teeth were dripping with blood, sharp as a slaughter fish king, and it's skin as hard as Dragon scale.
It would be a tough fight, but Geran would rely among his skill and valor, and his guild for fighting this beast, and with so he set his mind on it.........and charged.
No Zombies managed to get in his way, merely because of the fact this crazy beast jumped from one Zombie to another, literally using them as steps, until finally, in what had seemed like a age, they met face to face, Geran and the mutant were ready to fight one another.
The crazy abomination made the first attack, jumped towards Geran as it let out a loud high pitched scream, this put of Geran, and the beast managed to jump onto Geran's chest, and with so he clashed to the ground, his back hitting heavily against the floorboard.
Before the fast beast managed to bite him Geran managed to push it off, it was very strong, and even faster, and as soon as Geran had just stood up the beast ran past him.

At first he thought it had just tried confusing him, but he looked down onto his leg to see blood dripping from him, and a large deep cut on his right leg.
He ignored the pain, but the after effects were dire, as his vision began to blur.
Geran shacked it off, regaining himself, but every now and again he would begin to daze again.
The beast went for another pounce, but before it made contact him Geran he swished his sword from the right, and the sharp blade contacted with the strong skin.
It was like trying to fight a Dremora Lord, and it merely knocked the mutant of course, which was enough for Geran.
He needed aid against this thing, but before he was able to call for help the beast let out a mighty roar and pounced.
Geran hit the ground hard, lights from his eyes faded, and everything darkened...........
He was in a pitch black endless void, but a familiar voice accompanied him, it was Meridia, the guilds patron.
''Geran, do not give up, I grant you my power, use it well my Champion and prophet.'' Meridia said, the voice fading.

With the last word Geran's eyes shot open, a white light glaring from them, even the mutant was put of for a moment as he stood.
Geran looked down at his body, he was not in his normal form, but instead like a spirit, pure white and shining like the stars, weird tribal bright blue markings down his entire body.
He did not have legs, and instead it was as if he was floating, the weird spirit like aura making him hover, his face was see able, along with his arms and body.
The sight was amazing, but Geran was rather of put as he glared down to see his body on the floor lifeless, surely Meridia would not have him killed.
The silence only lasted for a few seconds before the beasts jumped at Geran, but it merely went right through him, confused it tried again and again, but it's effort was worthless.
Geran was confused, but not stupid, he were to take advantage of this moment, as the beast went for another jump Geran swung his sword, and it literally pierced through it's entire neck, and dropped to the ground lifeless.
Geran was confused, and he had no time to figure out what happened, and suddenly appeared back in his own body.

He began to open his eyes, and the darkness began to fade to light.......he was alive.

 

[meben15]

As Jaygue kept the zombie he was fighting at bay he heard a horrible scream off to his left. In mid sword stroke he glanced over to pinpoint the source of the sound but he couldn't see through all the mayhem. Cyrus left his side then, running to assist whoever was in trouble.

In Jaygues moment of distraction the zombie he was fighting had gotten past his guard and grabbed onto his arm, sinking its sharp fingers into his skin. Snarling he punched it in the face, but it didn't seem to mind, and continued to hold onto him like a leech. With a lightning fast twirl of his sword he severed the arm that was grabbing him cleanly from the rest of the creatures body. While the arm continued to dig into his skin he ignored it, kicking the zombie in the knee and forcing it back a pace. Before it could recover Jaygue raised Blightfire up above his head, every muscle in his arm flexing an contracting as he brought the flaming blade down upon the zombies skull. Its head was split cleanly in two and it fell to the ground, unmoving.

Jaygue grabbed the arm still latched to him and ripped it off, grimacing as it cut him. Just then he heard a shout, "JAAAYYYGUUEEE!" His blood chilled and he looked for the source of the call for help. Only a dozen or so feet away Cyrus and the Khajiiti survivor stood over Sal-Dus, who was laying on the ground. Jaygues sharp eyes spotted a hideous bite mark on the lizard mans leg and he sighed. It had to happen eventually, one of their number getting bitten. Jaygue had been hoping that it would be one of the survivors instead of one of the witchers.

As Jaygue was about to run over to the trio, a screachy howl stopped him. Spinninig around he saw Geran engaged in brutal combat with the mutant zombie thing. For several seconds Jaygue was torn as to which person to help, and then the mutant struck Geran down to the ground with his claws. Uttering a wordless cry Jaygue started moving forward to defend his guildmaster but before he got there something very strange happened. Some kind of 'spirit' Geran floated up out of his prone body, and the zombie leapt at the earthreal figure. The attack was inefective as it passed through 'Geran's' body. Then the spirit Geran slew the creature with a single powerful blow.

As Jaygue stood distracted a zombie came up behind him, grabbing him around the neck and tried to bite him in the throat. Chastising himself for his distracted state in battle, he elbowed the attacking zombie multiple times in the chest, prying the creatures arm off his neck. Choking from lack of breath, Jaygue stumbled towards Cyrus and Sal-Dus. "Thorral! Kill this thing!" Jaygue shouted, pushing the zombie backwards and running over to the wounded witcher.

"Cover me, I will try and forestall the infection temporarily but I don't think I can fully purge it!" Jaygue knelt down next to the fallen man, touching his hand to the bitemark. He let the magic flood through him, focusing all his energy into the spell. It started to work at first, but then Jaygue felt something resisting him. A darkness flooding through Sal-Dus, combating the positive energy Jaygue was channeling. He gritted his teeth, pushing all he had into the spell. Even though he knew it wasn't enough he pushed on, trying to forstall the infection for as long as possible.

 

[MR-WIKI-96]

Arith was in dragonsreach with the witchers. They were fighting left, right and centre. The horde was unstoppable. Geran had killed what appeared to be the leader of the horde, but another one came out of one of the side rooms. It was similar too the zombie that Geran killed. There was another big creature in the middle of the horde with a gigantic mouth. He was a little bigger than the rest. Arith's height makes the creature look like a giant to him. Arith was fighting like his father taught him when he was younger. When will this horde stop? Thought Arith. He started moving too the side sneakily. He made sure the horde didn't see him. He was planning too rain arrows onto the horde from the balcony at the top of dragonsreach. He reached the stairs and saw that the upper floor was deserted. Ahh thank Y'ffre, thought Arith.

He then moved into postion and views the witchers fighting off the zombies. Arith started firing arrows, he was doing well until he heard a scream from Cyrus.

JAAAYYYGUUEEE!

He then noticed Cyrus run up to Jaygue with what appears to be a bitten Sal-Dus. Jaygue took Sal-Dus down onto the ground and started the healing process.

Cover me, I will try and forestall the infection temporarily but I don't think I can fully purge it!

Arith heard this and reached for his arrows in his quiver. Arith felt nothing and realized to his horror that there aren't any arrows left in his quiver. Oh no! I need too find more arrows, thought Arith. He started looking around for some arrows until he saw the tall big mouthed zombie staring at Jaygue and Sal-Dus. It started too charge at them like a raging mammoth. That thing's away too kill them. He then saw the stairs was too far away. I won't make it down in time and the others seem too be busy with other undead, thought Arith. He looked down at the battle. The tall zombie was now running at Jaygue. Arith quickly took his glass dagger out and stood on the balcony, ready to jump. Here goes nothing, thought Arith.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Arith jumped and screamed on the way down. He landed on the creature causing it too stop in it's tracks. Arith had dug his dagger in his neck, causing the velocity of his jump too knock it down. Gotcha ya. The volatile creature then stood up and Arith was now hanging on too his dagger, with his feet hanging. Uh oh. The creature kept looking behind him and started too run about, trying too shake Arith off. Jaygue, you owe me an ale after this! Ha Ha! Woaaaaaah! The creature was now running about knocking zombies over as Arith tries too hold on for dear life.

 

[lbrasz44]

"Thorral! Kill this thing!"

Thorral's head turned to the sound, and he sees Jaygue in trouble. The man was being choked by a zombie, and Thorral was the closest man.

Sprinting towards the zombie, he thrusted his greatsword through the back of the zombie; the end protuding from the stomach. Still the zombie didn't let go despite having black blood spilling out viciously. There was no other option other than to take out the arms.

Pulling out his sword, Thorral prepared to strike another blow, but he was caught off gaurd as he got trampled by another zombie. Looking up, Thorral sees that a man who looked to be a survivor clinging on to his dagger that was stabbed into the zombie, holding on for dear life. Stumbling back to his feet, Thorral saw that Jaygue had managed to free himself, but the zombie was still a problem. Swingling for the hills, Thorral managd to not get hit this time around and the blade landed at the zombies neck, decapitating it cleanly with the head rolling on the floor.

Looking at Jaygue, Thorral noticed that he was trying to heal another witcher, who had been bitten. Sighing to himself, Thorral knew that it was bound to happen anyways and now shouldn't be the time to lament over the event. Then in an instant, Thorral noticed a flash.

"What the hell?" Thorral said with a completly confused look. The guild master was... a floating spirit. Geran was some translucent thing. At first Thorral thought he died because the spirit was over his lifeless physical body. Then the zombie that looked to be the leader was then killed in one swift movement. Soon after, Geran's normal body got up and went around as normal.

Needless to say, Thorral was dumbfounded by what he just saw.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn was standing beside Geran, fighting off the undead with ease. When he heard the terrible scream for help, he recognized it as Sal-Dus, the strange man he had fought with in the streets of Whiterun just a few minutes ago it seemed. Edwyn wasn't one to leave a comrade so he rushed to his aid. Edwyn was guarding him while the others were doing their own thing. It was then Edwyn saw Geran once again, kill the beast. Still, there were ever more zombies approaching. Edwyn fought his way to Geran's side. "So, I'm assuming you have a plan?"

(OOC: I'm sorry its short and terrible but I had to do a recap post and I still haven't re-found my inspiration for the RP)

 

[death raider]

J'Oran looked around at the ever growing chaos, black blood pussing from dead zombies. He looked next to him where the tsaesci still lay blood leeking from his injury. The person who was heeling him, Jaygue, was nearly an expert, or just a lot better than himself. He wanted to help but there was nothinng he could do to help out, so he decided to kill some zombie scum.

He looked around to see where he could be of some assistance. There was someone who seemed to be riding a zombie.

There was the leader who seemed to have made his soul leave his body and slay the beast that stood infront of him.

Then there was everyone else who were just killing zombies as they went along.

He sighed and decided he could have a few seconds to himself to rethink what had happened during this absolutely peculiar day. But no he never gets even a second to himself when a zombie decides this a perfect time to kill him. He drew his sword and got into a fighting stance ready to cut the creature to pieces and then the zombie stopped and looked at him with a tiny bit of sanity like it was still a bit human. How could that be possible? But that thought was abandoned quickly because the zombie started to charge again its blood red shock eyes looking into his own.

A shiver ran down the length of his spine, but it wasn't the zombie, well it was, but it wasn't the fact it wanted to kill him it was the way it stopped and this thought was ridiculous, but it was like the zombie thought about what it was doing. He felt his heart begin to rapid and he felt a little faint he could feel his eyes shutting. "Not now!" he thought to himself he just managed to keep it open before the creature lunged trying to bite his head off. He sliced off the creatures head after a little struggle, ok a big struggle, but at least he was still alive.

 

[Mini Mongo]

With the darkness gone, and the weird experience Geran had just had over he looked upon the small battlefield, a few Zombies still alive, but they were being cut down easily enough.
Geran began to get up, using his arm as support, but as he stood he felt very lightheaded, standing still for a moment, completely forgetting of the danger that he was in.
Once his blurring vision stopped he looked at Jaygue who had pretty much healed Sal-Dus already, that was a good sign, but they only had limited time before the Witcher began a monster.
Then Geran realized where he was as a Zombie was making his way to Geran, and with so Geran picked his sword up from the ground, and before even being at full height he swung his blade.
The hit wasn't very deadly at all, only stopping the Zombie for a moment, but it began getting within biting distant of Geran.
He knew he was in trouble, and so with great force he kicked the Zombie back, it stumbled and fell to the ground, and began to try to get up.
Before it managed to get on it's feet again Geran plunged his blade down into the monsters back, the blade pierced it skin, traveled through it's bones with ease, and ending up hitting the wood under the corpse.
The creature was dead.

Geran pulled his blade out of the creature, zombie...........monster and sheathed his weapon.
A couple Witchers stared at him, but others had there attention on a few stray Zombies or Sal-Dus, they had done it, but with a fatal injury to a good fighter and friend.
Sal-Dus was a very quiet man, keeping to himself mostly, but he was a good fighter, and kind enough to everyone, he didn't deserve to die.
With all the creatures dead Geran made his way to Sal-Dus as Jaygue was healing ''Jaygue, you have stopped the infection for now, but we both know that within hours he could become undead, and begin eating are comrades.
You know where we must take him, I want him on your horse, have constant guard up, but always be healing him, it will only work for about a hour, and the journey to his place could take five, do the best you can friend, at least you would have tried correct?''
He then turned to the others ''I want you to clear this building, take any supplies that could keep us alive, any ingredients, food or armor I want on your horses you understand?'' Geran said to the others, with his 'speech' finished he began to help Jaygue carry Sal-Dus to the horses.

 

[meben15]

Jaygue continued to push forth his energy in pulsing waves of golden light as he desperately fought with the deadly disease that was attacking Sal-Dus's body. He was vaguely aware of combat happening all around him but blocked it out, he trusted his comrades to protect him while he focused.

Suddenly, through is haze of concentration Jaygue heard a voice echo through his head, cease you struggle mortal, there is nothing you can do for this man, he already belongs to me! Jaygue gave the voice a mental snarl, Shut up Demon! Leave this body and all the others or I will personally walk to the gates of your twisted palace and take off your head myself! The voice only laughed, a cruel, heartless laugh. You have no power over me pathetic human, after all it was my minions who slaughtered your family and held you prisoner for all those years! A torrent of rage filled Jaygue as he heard the voice taunting him. This could only be one creature, the Daedric prince Molag Bal. You have no power over me Bal, my soul has long been dead, you cannot and will not dominate me or this man! The creature laughed again, MUHAHAHAHAHAHA you think yourself souless? Fool! Your soul lives on, regardless of what you may think. If you are alive, I can destroy you, if you are dead I can torture you! But you waste my time here, keep this man for now, I shall return to claim him at a later date.


Jaygue continued to battle the disease, but it seemed to be lessening in its intensity. He was running out of strength as well, however, and was about to pass out when he felt someones hand on his shoulder, shaking him from his magical trance. Jaygue looked up to see Geran, alive and well. He told Jaygue that he had done all he could for Sal-Dus, and he knew that the guildmaster was right. getting shakily to his feet he quickly grabbed a small metal vial from his belt, downing it in a second. He instantly felt revitalized, and helped Geran as they lifted Sal-Dus up and began carrying him back to the main gate. While they walked Jaygue slowly fed healing energy into the mans body, it was not enough to fully halt the plauge, but it slowed it down.

While he did this Jaygue was still thinking about his 'conversation' with the Daedric Prince Molag Bal. It was indeed disturbing that such an evil deity was gaining power, but what scared Jaygue the most was Bal's knowledge of him. It was both reassuring and scary the way the Prince had talked of his soul. Ever since the traumatic events of his childhood he had felt.... empty inside, capable only of base emotion. Now that Bal had mentioned it, Jaygue felt a stirring inside himself, something that had been dormant for a while.

 

[MR-WIKI-96]

Arith continued to ride the mutated zombie like a horse. Woah! I have to kill this thing quickly, my fun's over I think! Thought Arith. He swerved the zombie into a wall, causing him to fall. The zombie appeared to be out cold. Ow, I better work on my landing, cheekily thought Arith. He then walked up to the mutated zombie and pushed the dagger from its neck up towards it's brain. Arith used his might to do this, as the flesh of the zombie was strong and sturdy. It was like ripping the horns out of a cow. He then hit the brain causing the zombie to wake up with a large moan. Arith ripped the dagger out of its head, bits of brain falling out. It was now dead. Arith holstered his dagger. One of the novice witchers ran up to him and said. Why didn't you do that while you were riding it!? Arith chuckled and gave a reply. Now where's the fun in that, eh? Arith returned to the battlefield to see the place being depleted of zombies.

He then noticed Jaygue healing Sal-Dus as fast as he can. He heard Geran talking to Jaygue. He also heard him talk to the rest about gathering supplies for there horses. But Arith doesn't have a horse, in fact he has nothing. His home is now destroyed. His friends are dead. He has nothing left but to join the witchers officially. His father told him so and now he will make him proud. He then ran passed the other witchers towards Geran to talk about his situation.

Geran I need to talk to you. I want to join the witchers. I have proved to be of use and I have saved two of your people. I also want to say thank you for stopping this, as well as saving my life out there. Arith went down on one knee, with his head bowed down. Will you take a hunter of Y'ffre into your clan to stop the forces of the damned. Said Arith. He is doing what his father taught him when you are talking to respected and honorable leaders. He waited for a reply from the grandmaster. He felt like he bonded with the group.

 

[cazzer14]

Cyrus looked on as Jaygue did what he could to keep the infection that was corrupting Sal-Dus at bay. He couldn't do much, but enough to at least suppress the transformation from mortal to demon. He looked up and around the battle that he had zoned out from. Most zombies were slain, and no other visible casualties had happened, it seemed that Sal-Dus was their only injured man.

When the rest of the undead were killed, Geran came over to Jaygue and told him to take Sal-Dus somewhere, where exactly, even Cyrus didn't know, but a seriousness was apparent in both men's eyes. The Guildmaster then turned to the rest of the Guild and barked commands;
''I want you to clear this building, take any supplies that could keep us alive, any ingredients, food or armor I want on your horses you understand?''

Cyrus didn't reply, or even nod, he just headed inside Dragonsreach. The stairs leading up to the court were bloodstained, the court itself was bloodstained, and the Jarl's throne was bloodstained, the entire palace, indeed the entirety of Whiterun was a collage of bloodstained, twisted art. Entrails littered the wooden floorboards, as did a few severed limbs, and a couple of zombified heads from where the petrified survivors resisted the undead onslaught, a resistance that was inevitably futile.

The Whiterun guards didn't stand a chance, none of any of the Hold Guards stand a chance, the only faction even remotely prepared for this was the Witchers themselves, and even they were struggling to comprehend the magnitude of this plague, much less survive it, much much less purge it.

Whiterun was home to the Companions, a legendary band of warriors, who were not only champions among mortals, but they were also secretly werewolves, (albeit a very badly kept secret among the world of the supernaturally aware), and even they perished, what chance does the rest of Skyrim have?

Cyrus and the other Witchers gathered what they could from the structural massacre that was Dragonsreach, and prepared to head to wherever Geran, or Skyrim herself needed them to be. If Whiterun was one of the greatest, strongest cities, what hope did the smaller towns have?

Cyrus didn't want to think about it, he blanked the thoughts out of his mind, and continued with the packing of items.

 

[lbrasz44]

The last undead fell, and the building went quiet. The Witchers have been successful in defending Whiterun and there is now a moment to rest. Thorral observed Dragonsreach; it was a bloody mess. Blood was everywhere and there are piles of corpses. Sliding down to a chair, Thorral glanced over to his other guild members.

Sal-Dus was still in care from the others, but the infection seems to be warding off for the moment. However, there's no telling what will happen to him next and if the worst seems to happen, he would need to be killed.

''I want you to clear this building, take any supplies that could keep us alive, any ingredients, food or armor I want on your horses you understand?''
Thorral nodded at the command and immediately got up. Walking up the stairs, he looked through the chests. There was plenty of food available thankfully since this was the Jarl's place, and Thorral promptly took them all and brought it to the others.

"By the way, where's the Jarl?" asked Thorral. Balgruuf was the main supporter of this guild and was the man responsible for the funding into the headquarters and the rise of the guild. If the Jarl is dead, then the guild's main supporting party is gone, but then again the other holds would surely learn of this event soon and further support should come.

Going through the entrance from Dragonsreach and into the city, Thorral looked at the scenery. Crafts destroyed and bodies everywhere, it was chaos. It became clear that in just one night, Whiterun may have been lost forever and it won't be long before the infection spreads to all over Skyrim. How long it will take, Thorral did not know but he fears that it is the inevitable.

With the infection starting from the centre of the land, the guild will definately get spread thin in the coming months.

 

[MR-WIKI-96]

Arith had just been accepted into the witchers. Geran told Arith that the official entry ceremony will happen back at the base but for now, he was an unofficial member. I'll take one of the horses from the stables to carry my stuff. I hope the owner doesn't mind, thought Arith. He gave a chuckle at his thought. Arith walked outside where he walks to the top of the steps that leads down to the forsaken city of Whiterun.

Arith started to walk down the cold, blood stained steps of the cloud district of Whiterun. He walks by the lifeless bodies of the undead. All around him are familiar faces. Friends, acquaintances, rivals. All gone. Arith felt saddened. I can't believe they are all gone. It's Valenwood all over again. Mum. Dad. Arith stopped and sat on the stone steps. A tear came to his eye over the death of his friends. He hasn't been through sadness like this since the death of his parents eight years ago. Arith stopped and realized something. I mustn't let this get to me. I have new friends now. The witchers. Arith stood up and then continued towards the dead city.

Arith reached the buildings and started looking through them for supplies for the trip back to the headquarters. I wonder if there's any ale he- Arith stopped in his tracks when he see's a pile of undead zombies outside a building. This made him curious.

The building intrigued Arith. It looked bordered up and ruined. What scared Arith more was the scratch markings on the door and boarded windows. He then notices some of the boards are broken. It was too dark inside to see if it's an infected or a person that's hiding inside. Arith took his dagger out and cautiously headed for the door. The door had blood stains with cracks and scratches on it. He looked down and saw that the door was locked. Alright on the count of three. One. Two. Three.

Arith kicked the down and went inside. It was a dark room but then he was greeted by the swing of a great sword. Woah! Arith used his nimble height to dive out of the way. He then decided to take a look at the face of his attacker.

 

[reiss1100]

I'm now defending myself from what I can see with my bad eyesight a beast of a man, that's if its "alive". hmm he doesn't look like one of them. I put my sword down with caution, Being friendly is the best way just what dad did. He didn't look to scary any more still a bit scared about what he did to my door. He does look very bare on weapons. So I reached under the dark oak wood table and took out everything from the range of small concealed knifes to giant maces. I he looked very intrigued in the weapons. I looked over his shoulder that the door a gaping gap in the wall has sunlight beautiful.... haven't seen that since my wife.d...d.. I couldn't do it the amount of terror I went through to save my kid why did that thing not take my life not her one.I was about to cry then a sound of footsteps of someone running.. DADDY!!! Everyone that was outside now staring at my boy in his wrecked dungarees that I found in one of the "peoples" backpacks. The man behind the counter still interested in the weaponry, Son..*sigh*...now is not the best..t Hi there my name is j.... I grabbed him over and put his left ear to my mouth *Whispers*Now remember what happened to mommy? My boy nodded. He waddled back to where he came running in from. Everyone saw the weapons. Maybe we can travel with them....We have a chance of hope.

 

[Mini Mongo]

The Guild had reacted to Geran's commands with upmost haste, and after say 5 minutes the survivor Arith approched him.
He asked whether he could be a member of the Guild, and though Geran would usually have training first he simply couldn't deny, he had shown good strength in combat, and in the next days the Witcher's would be spread thing, Geran need members.
''I appreciate you for coming to me Arith, and I accept you into the Guild, we need all the member we can get.
For the moment though I ask you not to refer to yourself as a official member, you must first undergo the ceromony, and if Meridia accepts you then we have a agreement. Welcome to the Guild'' Geran said to the man as he shook his hand.
Arith then carried on with his duties and ran to search a few buildings ''Everyone who is not a member of us, you now are, we will perform the ceromony later, welcome to the Guild'' Geran announced, this seemed as if hastly recruiting but the Guild could not be so stricted anymore, besides they had survived these attacks and that was good enough.

The Witchers and new members had been bringing a nice steady supply of food and weapons to Geran but he could not examine everything, he needed to find the Jarl, for no matter what the other members thought without him the Witchers would not have ever been a real official Faction.
The first thoughts of where the Jarl would be was Dragonsreach but surely he would have showed himself or been found.
Then perhaps he could be in the mead hall where the Companions are....where.
But once again surely he would of shown himself, it was clear that perhaps the Jarl hadn't made it, and with so the chances of warning other cities were glim.
Whiterun was in the middle of Skyrim, and even true nords couldn't handle these beasts, if the worst were to come, then Geran feared that Skyrim was doomed, and the barrier had to be made.
Tamriel couldn't fall to these creatures, after all Geran would be with Meridia once he dies, and for him there could be no greater honor.
''For you my Patron'' he mumbled under his breath, he was ready when the time came.

 

[MR-WIKI-96]

Arith looked at the man with his child. He was surprised to see a man and his child to have survived this. This man seems to be a very good fighter. He almost chopped my head off, thought Arith. He notices the man placing his sword down as a sign of peace. The man was covered in blood and dirt. It seemed to Arith that he was fighting for the protection of his child. Arith had a feeling that the child was not going to be the same again. Arith saw the child being innocent and playful by asking a complete stranger his name. Arith could have been an axe murderer for all they know. The son then went running back to, what looks like, his hiding place.

Arith decided to talk to the man. Arith looked at the child. Wow. It's true what they say. A parent will do anything for to protect there child. He then looked at the burly nord. Hello, my name's Arith. Just like you, I'm a survivor of this catastrophe. There is a group of people here named the witchers who had just cleared this place out. Arith then realized something. I think I know this person. I've seen him about Whiterun now and again before this happened, thought Arith. He decided to consult him about it later.

The leader is up at Dragonsreach. I'll take you to him to talk about your situation. He will take you and your child someplace safe. Arith stared at the man. He knew that anyplace, even a dungeon, was a much safer place than this uninhabited graveyard of a town.

 

[reiss1100]

Hello there Arith my name is Rhorlak. We made a new friend. Arith. Arith looked the sort of guy that would be there for you in dire need of help. One of my top priority was to keep little johnny safe. i didn't want him to be in what Johnny describe it as a "Dead Playground". I took my boy's warm hands and kept him by my side i didn't want him to be bitten by my wife...well what was my wife.*sigh*... What's wrong daddy? Do you need the toilet again? He always felt the need to care for me and that's what is funny about him. Dad seriously do you need the toilet?I wont look this time promise... I cant believe he just said that...*chuckles quietly to himself* It's ok I'm alright.


We reached the vast stairs to Dragonsreach with massive columns and dark lead statue's some of them had rotting heads and other bits of body punched through the sharp edges.Daddy? Why do some of the statues have action figures in there hands? Is this a place for toys Johnny's eyes little up like a firework. He loves toys. Toy swords are his favorite, i wonder why... We reached the doors of dragon reach they where almost as big as a dragon standing up. We all stopped and stared at the door until johnny decided he wanted to open it Wow these doors sure are big...Johnny what are you *CREAK* I'm letting the nice big man inside the toy shop you want in too right? Thank you son No problem dad. We went in and felt the reasureance of having a full roof over our heads but that wasn't the point. We need to find the leader.

 

[death raider]

J'Oran fell to the flloor exhausted and feeling sick of all the blood splated around him. He stod up and watched as the Tsaesci was taken away by his fellow guild mates, but J'Oran doubted the Tsaesci would survive. He looked over aty the guildmaster who was giving out orders and J'Oran wanted to join them so he walked up to the leader wandering if it was a good idea, but he had no choice if he wanted to survive.

He then heard the leader saying that all the tag alongs were now members and J'Oran thought quite happy with himself, then the leader started to tell everyone to find the Jarl of Whiterun, but J'Oran didn't care if the Jarl was hung over his own bed with his body devoured.