Medieval Apocalypse (An Ethir/Feathertail22 RP) [IC]
One week has passed since the occurrence of what the citizens are calling 'The Event'. A foolish Necromancer lost control of his latest project, bringing back from the dead a humanoid being, devoid of all life and filled with but one urge. The urge to feed. This being, this zombie, carried out it's urge to feed on flesh and blood, feasting on anything and anyone it came upon. Bit by bit, the infectious disease it carried was spread across the entire land, infecting all but a few survivors. These survivors are all that is left of the once prosperous citizens that inhabited the lands, and they are this kingdoms only hope of one day, returning to it's former glory...
Brandon stood in one corner, away from the small group of quivering survivors bunched in the small inn they had used as an improvised shelter. The shadows blended with his dark clothes enough for him to remain almost unseen by everyone. There were very few of them, a few men, but mainly women and children, whose husbands and fathers had sacrificed themselves so that their family may live. They had been crammed in here best part of two days now, utilising the bedrooms as a place to rest, and slowly making their way through the supplies left by the inn owners as they fled the village. Although he wasn't a fan of being in one place for too long, Brandon was glad he'd stumbled upon the inn when he had, else he may now be one of the creatures banging away on the door, hoping to push their way in. This whole affair had shocked everyone, it was so unexpected for such a thing to happen so quickly. Before the creatures, word had spread that a Necromancer had attempted to raise the dead, but failed and caused his own death. Had he lived through the experience, he would've been the laughing stock of the entire world....for a while. Brandon had hardly been here a day when the first creature breached the villages' minor defences. It had bitten several citizens before the guards tried to stop it, but in the end most of the village fell to the hands, or rather teeth of this monstrosity. And as if that wasn't bad enough, it seemed death was not all that awaited the unfortunate souls that were bitten. The foul creature seemed to be able to turn ordinary folk in to one of its own, with a single bite....and a few days for the disease to incubate in the victims body. A victim needn't be dead for the disease take hold, and the body in the back room of the inn was proof of that. The blacksmiths' son, barely a teenager, had been bitten before the inn had been boarded up. He took ill shortly after and it soon became apparent what was happening to him. The blacksmith had entered the inn with his son, and so he took responsibility for slicing his kins' throat, out of sight of the rest of the group, before proceeding to take his own life. This act shook the survivors as much as the Event itself had, but they powered on regardless.
One of the men stood up, his face deadly serious in the flickering light of the fire they had set up. "This is ridiculous!" he shouted, "We can't just sit here and do nothing! Those...things out there...they must go! They must be put down! We are running out of food and drink, we need supplies!" The man looked around, "Who here is in charge? I say nobody! I say we are all here, cowering in the corner because we're all too scared to take charge! But now, I step up to take that responsibility, and I say we take those barricades down and fight for our village back!" The man sat beside him, his brother going by his looks, patted him on the arm and pulled him back down, whispering for him to be quiet.
Brandon stepped out of the shadows to address the speaker, "Taking those barricades down would be extremely foolish. You would simply get everybody here killed. There are too many of those creatures out there for any of us to take on. We would all die in a matter of minutes, is that what you want?" Brandon stared at the man, whose eyes dropped to the floor, "I say, perhaps we do need somebody in charge, somebody to make decisions around here, but then perhaps we don't. Maybe we are all more than capable of making a group decision, are we not?" A few people nodded, and Brandon continued, "Yes, we are running out of supplies, this much is true. So we obviously need to get some more. I have a few weapons on me, and there are plenty of knives and such in the kitchen out back, so we have plenty to defend ourselves with. The only problem is, how do we get out? If we take the barricades down this place will be filled with those things in an instant. Now, I know little about this village, but perhaps one of you know it better? Is there another way out of this place, or are we truly stuck here for eternity?" His eyes scanned the room of survivors, their blank faces looking back at him as he waited to see if someone would respond.
Silvia stared upwards at the ceiling from her perch on the stair railings. She wasn’t preparing anything, just listening to the creatures below. She had learned quickly they weren’t eager to be near her after learning what her diet consisted of. Not that she cared. Eating the blacksmith was the best option. It wasn’t as though they could really bury him and burning the son’s body was what needed to be done. And the blacksmith’s heart and liver of course since no one wanted to eat that. She could already feel herself rethinking her decision. Sure if anyone died she had a meal, but she didn’t come here to sit around and wait for death or worse people to try killing her because they thought she was going to eat them. She sighed as the long man started talking about taking the barricades down. Please don’t let me be surrounded by idiots she pleaded silently. If they all died she would have to make a run for the river. There was a reason she stopped in this village, and it wasn’t for the abundance of human prey, it just had escape routes for her.
Silvia moved her gaze down as the first man was pulled down and told to be quiet. He’d barely been down for a second before another rose to take his place. If we were capable of making informed group decisions we wouldn’t be huddled on the ground cowering in fear, we would be doing something. Silvia thought staring expressionlessly at the man below. From the ears she guessed he was elvish, but they were pretty small for an elf’s ears. He was trying to rally them, perhaps in vain as no one spoke. Some of these people looked like actual villagers, but not wandering around outside for two days seems to have made them forget everything about their home. How stupid, Silvia let out a light sigh and stared at the humans waiting for them to mention anything. A whole minute passed with silence. With her eye ready to twitch Silvia spoke down, more literally since she was positioned about him than actual belittling, “There are wells and man-made ponds in the village that connect to the river, if you can swim then it’s a way out.”
She kept her gaze trained away from some of the villagers who held their children a little closer or looked at her suspiciously. This was one of her hunting grounds, she knew all the waterways that connected here, even those underground. True it would be a narrow escape route and she knew some of the weaker villagers would be able to get out on their own, but if in the form of a horse carrying people, albeit usually children, on her back she could swim out to the river then it should be big enough for escaping. Though, if she got out of this alive she would need a new river to live in. These people would probably start making it difficult to hunt here if they lived to restore their village. And this was such a good place to hunt too.
Brandon looked up as he heard a voice from above. It came from the Kelpie, the girl that had eaten the body of the blacksmith, quoting that it was a waste of precious food. She mentioned the ponds and wells in the village, and the underground connections to them all. "Is there anyone here that can't swim?" Brandon asked the crowd, with maybe one or two putting their hands up. He turned back to the girl, "What do we do about those that can't? Do you happen to have a way to help them breathe underwater?" He was sceptical she would, he sensed nobody in this room was capable of using magic and he couldn't think of any other way that could be used. He looked around at the group of survivors, before sighing and walking up the stairs to speak with the girl in private. "What if we left the non-swimmers? We could take the more able bodied and go in search of food and other supplies? Maybe we could take a few of those things out whilst we were at it, clear the way for anyone that can't swim as well as we can?" It would be a tough call, to decide to leave a few members behind while they go in search of food, not to mention how inhumane it might look. But then, the pair weren't exactly human, so perhaps it didn't matter.
Silvia raised her eyebrow with a true look of belittlement on her face. Did she have something to help them breath underwater? Was this guy stupid or had he just never met a Kelpie? She drowned people intentionally and then ate them, there was no underwater breathing allowed or wanted and no reason for her learn how to do such magic. “No, there isn’t,” she said with an eye roll to follow her comment. Pfft. Elves. The only way she could think to drag the weaker swimmers or non-swimmer along would be to carry them as she would food, but that wasn’t exactly quiet and she wasn’t willing to mention it and have zombies on her butt.
Silvia narrowed her eyes slightly as the elf climbed the steps to talk to her, she could feel the eyes of those below watching, the sound of shuffling probably people trying to get closer to listen in. A few were talking and muttering to eat other too low for her to hear, possibly about their own escape plans. Refocusing her attention on the elf she listened to the proposal. Leaving people behind didn’t bother her, though she didn’t feel like being the one to break it to them. “How well can you swim?” she finally asked. He seemed so eager to leave and head underwater into her own domain and hunting grounds and he didn’t even know how far it was.
He hadn’t asked, he just assumed he could swim it. She wouldn’t have an issue, but she could breathe underwater so it wasn’t a problem for her. But the journey wasn’t in still water, there would be resistance pushing them back that would only get stronger as they went on. The trip itself was long enough that on the way to the river people drowned and while she wasn’t swimming top speed when they did, it was unlikely humans were faster than the pace she had gone with them. “Most anyone I bring there will probably drown, it was an ideal place for me for a reason,” she continued watching the elf carefully for a reaction.
Even if she did carry people out, it would be a one deal thing so who they could even take was limited. And what they could take for that matter. As for his plan on clearing some of the zombies, if she had to carry them out, the zombies would follow the loud noise of her tail slapping the surface when they went under. She didn’t even know if zombies could swim, but she wanted to believe they couldn’t. She didn’t want to think of having to be chased or hunter down in her own turf. It wasn’t a pleasant thought for someone who usually did the hunting themselves.
Brandon was, perhaps, being a little more adventurous than he ought to have been, "I'm a decent swimmer, but I daresay you know this water far better than anyone. Do you think we could make it?" He asked her, a slight bit of worry could be heard in his voice, "You do realise if you don't think I can manage, we'll have to ask you to go by yourself? You can't really give hope to them like that and then take it away from them..." In all honesty, Brandon couldn't care less what happened to the group. A group of zombies could burst through those doors at any time, and he wouldn't jump down to save a single one of them. The kelpie wasn't the only one to have faced prejudiced, apparently having pointy ears leaves a person wide open for racial abuse. He might've been half human, but that still didn't stop them, they didn't care. He couldn't believe that, after all that had happened to the world, there were still those kinds of people that liked to bully and hirt others, just for the sake of it.
He looked at the kelpie again, and decided he had better introduce himself, "I'm Brandon, by the way. Sorry if I appeared rude for not introducing myself earlier." He placed his hands on the banister and looked back over the group, who were still huddling round the ever dwindling fire in the center of the room. He had to stifle a chuckle, watching them all cowering in fear with not a single clue between them what to do. He wondered what would happen to them all, knowing full well he had every intention of ditching them as soon as he could, he might even use them as bait or a distraction while he legged it in the opposite direction. He looked to his latest acquaintance, awaiting her answers.
“You asked if there was a way out of the village, not if we could all make it out of the village,” Silvia corrected in a sickly sweet voice. She didn’t particularly care if the humans had their hopes crushed. She doubted most of them took the water idea as a legitimate escape route because of what she was. “You could probably make, Elves are more suited to nature than…” Silvia’s eyes flickered to the humans below unimpressed by the squishy creatures “those things,” she continued. She didn’t feel the need to address her food as her equal at this point. “A few of the fisherman might make it as well, getting everything back would be easier since the current will be with us rather than against us,” Silvia continued. He and their stronger swimming fisherman would probably just make it, lungs almost bursting and limbs burning they would probably be able to get to the river. Carrying the supplies back without getting it wet would be much more difficult. Either way, she can make the journey. She just hoped the zombies weren’t strong swimmers.
“Nice to meet you,” Silvia responded, filing the name away for later. She was tempted to not return her name. Nothing bad would come of it, but she wasn’t used to extending it to others. “Silvia,” she responded calmly, not going into the formalities of the introduction. If he missed it that was his own fault, she wasn’t saying it again for him. Besides elves are supposed to have good hearing, or something like that. He shouldn’t miss the name. “If you plan on swimming then pack light,” she instructed, observing her own skin in the light of the fire. There were few flames, but she could see the moisture on her skin. It was never to be dry, but that wasn’t holding up so wonderfully while she remained on land. There were a few dry spots on her skin. A few patches of it were getting rough. If nothing else she wanted to return to the water. Even if it meant having to let humans follow her, she wanted to be able to submerge herself in the substance again. Getting to one of the ponds or waterways would be a bit trickier though.