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(We have a supporter already! ^^)

 

(I suppose that would be alright, but don't mess up his badassery that I've gotten him. I suppose you can take back that move, but it's up to you.)

 

(Actually, it might be fun to be evil!)

We were camping down for the night, and Barnan is asleep. I am on watch duty. Nothing worse than being discovered by zombies and being fast asleep. Suddenly there was a huge bang in the distance, and I decided to investigate.
I came across a ruined fort, with a giant crater in the middle. Laying near the centre was a staff. I held it and a bolt of lightening struck me, and I lost control of myself. I summoned a hoard of zombies, using skills I had no idea I had. Pehaps this is my weapon, I thought wearily, though no use that knowledge would be, as I had lost all control of my limbs, and was forced to only dwell in my mind. I am possesed by something, and there's nothing I van do. I started to head of in the direction of Barnan. Whatever has gotten control of me must have gain knowledge of everything I know.

 

I wake up to a big explosion in the distance. I slowly and carefully open one eye to see what was going on and I see Caitlin walking away in the direction of the explosion. When I lost sight of her I got up and put my cloak and mask on and picked up my sword and start to head in the direction she went.

Not too far way is a ruined fort with a big crater in the middle, and in the middle of it was a staff. Caitlin was slowly walking over to it. She picked it up and as her fingers grasped the wood a bolt of blinding lightning struck her. Her eyes were glowing, they were glowing green. She held the staff to the sky and a horde of zombies just appeared. With my eyes open in awe I start to sprint as fast as I could back to the camp. There I pack all of the stuff up. Rolling the bed roles and putting them on Nero, my horse. I look into the distance to see Caitlin coming back with the zombies all following her. She doesn't look very friendly. I get on my horse and ride down the path as fast as was possible without damaging my horse.

(Interesting, sounds like your possessed.)

 

(Your horse's name is Nero? You have a mask?! Did not know that.)

 

(Read my char info on page 5 I think it is. I've always had the mask)

 

(I'm his human host. BTW, your mask is blue! Did not know that)

 

(Caitlyn NOOOOO)

 

(LOL, no, my mask was blue and red but now it's stained by the blood of the many zombies I've killed.)
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(Sorry, me a Sonic deleted out posts. Therefor the place where I described my mask and it's history is gone.)

 

(Noooooooo! Wait. Would it have something to do with the fact that, currently in the game, the teams are red and blue?)

 

(It was a token to represent the peace between the two... colors. A festive mask I think.)

 

waiting for new =]

 

(Why doncha post?)

 

(I was the last one to post in RPG. :/)

 

(can i join the game or it already ended(if not i will edit this to make the character description) )

 

(Whew guys, sorry, I'm a lazy man. Slap me hard, capture me and torture me privately in your mother's ex basement.
Zuke: You're in once you learn proper spelling, grammar and storytelling abilities.
masonmistel: No one is forced to stay. I can make your character do a little this and this whenever it's needed.

There's been some radical twists.. heh, I guess there should be a little clearer objective in the roleplay. Thus far it's been to heal me, but that didn't seem to be as simple as I thought it to be. Well.. I'll continue in Justicar, a little past tone)

As I gringed from annoyance, I walked to the well in the middle of the marketplace and looked down. I didn't see to the bottom, sighed and turned away. Suddenly my hand hit the metal bucket lying on the stone edge of the well. It dropped down, making horrible noice, like thousand thunders would've hit the same time. I held my ears, and finally it stopped. I looked up to the old man and was going to start searching for a tavern again, when suddenly the ground started to rumble. It really was rumbling, but it wasn't an earthquake. A pack of large, pure black ravens flew overs us, cawing. Then I heard a different sound, scary, unrecognizable screaming. The morning sky was filled with grey clouds all the sudden, and another rambling voice was heard.

(I'll continue in all-knowing third person)

For a moment everything became silent. Then out of nowhere, crawling, bloody zombies with extra limbs started to appear from the houses surrounding them, making unholy voices, voices to get any man to lose control and run. Justicar grunted and dashed to the old man, quickly taking him on his shoulders. A disgusting smell that had been flowing on the city was strong, coming from the zombies and the yet transforming ones. He was on the run again. If he stopped to fight, the zombies would surely get the old man. If he kept running.. he could either escape the zombies, or die along the man. The undead began to have really overwhelming numbers, as they kept flowing from the houses. Most were slow, and wouldn't catch them, but he couldn't run forever and they were in danger of getting surrounded.

A shadow flew over them. Over the grunting and moaning sounds Justicar could hear something different; cawing. He looked up and saw a raven. It wasn't those ravens that had flewn past them some time ago. From a scar near the eye he could recognize it to be Crane's pet bird. It flew down from the wooden bollard, cawing again. Quickly it disappeared behind a corner. "Maybe it wants us to follow it?" Justicar said to himself, and leaped over a moaning, dead body. He began to follow the raven and tried to keep up as well as he could with the high speed.

Just as he thought that he had lost the raven, it cawed and he noticed it sitting on houseroof, leading him to a stable of some sort with thick wooden gates. Zombies were surrounding them, and Justicar noticed that he couldn't run to the stable gates in time. He had no other choice, he threw the old man in and drew his sword.
He would rather have felt the thrill of battle against human opponents, but even against undead he was glad to notice that his skill hadn't otten rusty. He pulled back his sword, slew the head of a zombie inbetween him and safety, leaped forward and strugglingly closed the gate. He was safe, for now. He looked up to the Raven that had came absolutely from nowhere. It seemed to have a message written on papyrus hanging on it's leg..

(Text ready, you can post now. Still trying to figure what the message could be, maybe we could plot it out together feet? xChapx: Sorry, you aren't accepted.)

 

(Activity people! Everyone probably didn't post because they thought it was dead. Edits don't show up in the Alerts.)

 

(The note says (not exact wording) :
Sup Justicar, you were right. My sister woke up with no memory. She's gone out with this oldish guy.
BTW, if you haven't noticed, there are zombies in the mountains. Crane out.

Message is kinda outdated. Also,)

This power feels... good. I can't believe that I tried to resist it before. The staff I obtained seems to be the source. Therefore, I shall always keep it close to me, and no one will separate me from it. It is mine! Finder's keeper's, loser's weeper's. When I arrived at the campsite, Barnan was gone. He must of seen me coming, I decided, so I relocated to the top of a hill. The slope will give me the advantage, in case someone decides to attack and tries to steal my staff. Someone will. Something like this is irresistable. As I set my zombies to work building my fort, a great idea came to mind. One by one, I ordered them to me, and applied the tar being used upon their body, avoiding the joints as tar zombie statues are no use to me. This will make them less easier to defeat. When night fell I retired to my tent, cluching my staff.

 

(LOL, I thought you weren't in control. :))

 

(He is... influencing me, which is a kind of control.)