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@Tuxedo FoxFirst time I've seen a GM post like this, I like it


Yeah tryin something I saw done recently in another rp I was in, hope it works out.
Sorry for the inactivity chaps, was off the grid a couple days. Be posting some more secondary quests here tomorrow.


I also apologize for the inactivity, and gotta say I think after I wrap this quest up with Ulster I will be writing Boss out of the rp. Nothing against the rp (I love the setting, plots, and the way the rp is ran.) I just don't have the time to commit like I think this rp deserves.

I am a good chunk of a way through my next post though, should have it up tommorow.
@Saarebas
Despite overwhelming numbers Vat-Kataris band of men followed their horned leaders show of bravery; quickly cutting their way through the sea of undead they reached the large manmade gate effectively cutting off any possibility of being flanked. Upon reaching the thick barricade doors they were met with the sight of two well dressed mages-the two of which looked shortly out of breathe as if they had just ran here. It was clear by the looks on their faces that they were far more surprised to see Vat-Katari and his men then vice versa.

The slightly older of the two didn't hesitate, raising his staff upwards into the air he summoned forth a wall of ice; the huge glacial display violently bursting out of the ground caught a fair number of Vat-Kataris men off guard-instantly trapping all those that had been hugging extremely close to the barricade wall in a permanent state of icy death.

"Collin, retreat and warn master Claren that there are indeed intruders at the front." The older mage who'd just summoned the ice wall barked at his younger counterpart-his eyes solely focused on the gate doors.

"But the master said not to-" Collin began speaking hesitantly, only to be cut off by the older man.

"Damnit Collin," He summoned a ball of fire in his free hand. "If you don't leave now ill kill you myself. I can handle things here-I have been looking for an oppurtunity to prove myself."

Sorry but I won't be able to partake. Life has deemed that I am not able, and I cannot argue. Please forgive me.


Its all good man, I know how it goes. Been there myself-No worries.
@The Kraken(Kennedy)
"Hey Kennedy." Bushwhackers monotone voice crackled over a radio sitting not far off from the young woman. Of the fourhundred some people that had made up their growing community only Bushwhacker, Kennedy, and Vivian were left-it spoke volumes to how competent the girls were in his mind. Even better she followed Bushwhackers directions to a T-which is how she had wound up playing lookout on the roof of the hotel. "You got eyes on anyone yet? So far I don't have eyes on anything-except shamblers, of course." He let off another shot, putting a corpse permanently to the ground. "And let me know if you see any scabs or runners. So far we've been pretty lucky." Although he had spent almost a week alone with the woman he called Kennedy it was clear he held no personal affection for her. In all honesty he didn't entirely trust the woman-which was saying alot, when at the end of the day she was actually the individual he trusted most.

@Kidd(Vivian)@Mr Rage
As the two supers made their way towards the Casino they had no idea they were on a collision course for one another-the sets of arrows they had been following converging on the same large city street, the four lane road stretching for about 3 miles directly to The Star Hotel and Casino. Like most streets this one was also rather empty save for the randomly strewn about bodies and trash-a fair number of car wrecks, stalled, and abandoned vehicles littering the eerily silent road.

No sooner had they caught sight of each other and exchanged a few words were the zombies upon them-a runners mangled body literally exploding forth from the window of a nearby store as two scabs-with their bulletproof skin-drug themselves from the wreckage of some nearby cars. Less worrisome were the handful of sh amblers pouring from the broken storefront window.

@The Kraken(Liam)@Amelian Draco
Surviving his dash from the fire escape Liam navigated his way to safety with the talent of a man somewhat trained in militaristic engagements-setting off in the direction of the firework display. Just as the sprawling building came into view Liam was taken by surprise, three rather dirty but well armed men randomly bursting forth from the back end of a van with tinted windows. It was clear just by looking at them, from their grime covered bodies to the sick look in their eyes, that they were the type that had been surviving the outbreak by preying off of others. "Lookie Joe, told ya them fireworks would bring us somethin good!" A skinny beenpole of a man shouted at the largest of the group while keeping his double barrel trained on Liam. Little did the trio notice that David, the ex hero, had just so happened to make his way onto the same street-practically turning a corner and arriving behind the van. He could just make out Liam being held up by an unknown number of men in the vans backend.

@Kidd(Lilah)
Lilah, one of the soul survivors of the original Casino Community, deftly made her way around the infected city streets. Bushwacker, the often times aggravating leader of the three person community, had sent her out to investigate Childrens Mercy Hospital. The large building she now sat in front of, silently awaiting the telltale sign of a zombie-luckily after a few moments she heard nothing but silence; allowing her to venture past the man made (and extremely gore riddled) barricades infront of the hospital.

For the past two weeks the whole group had been able to make out the large building that was Childrens Mercy Hospital each night- the rather tall structure illuminating in the night like a beacon. Unlike The Star, which Bushwhacker had instilled a fierce “no visible light policy” at night, the hospital would fill the night with zombie attracting light. Bushwhacker assured both Kennedy and Lilah (in one of their brief encounters, he normally kept himself locked away) that this was just the hospitals generators kicking on of their own accord-nonetheless he had sent Lilah out to quickly scout the location on the off chance that there was a surviving community there-if not she was to evaluate the medical supplies left and determine if a future supply run there would be worth it.
@Saarebas
Just wanted to let you know I should have somethin up later tonight for you to respond to man.

Sorry its takein me so long everyone, currently I am writing myself out of the other serious rp I am in so I can focus more on this.
@The Kraken@vFear@Pundii

Flint laughed inwardly at hearing his newly bestowed title; leave it to Erika to come up with something as flowery and official sounding on the spot. He let his companion carry on, well aware of how efficient her silver tongue could be. Quickly he mimed a look of hurt at Erika's words about blowing the place up being a last resort, his armored hand clamoring to his chest as his face took on a shocked expression. Nonetheless he let her continue on, concluding in the promise that Flint's words had been true.

He was about to open his mouth to agree when he just happened to make out the sight of a faint glowing red light approaching the newly met group from down the darkened tunnel. Breaking off from the group Flint took a few steps towards the odd sight, his eyes trying to make out the culprit behind the now brightening reddish hue filling the tunnels. He tried to make out footsteps but all his ears could picks up was a mass shuffling of movement echoing off the walls, as if the maker of the noise moved in a mindless pattern.

No doubt that his companions had made note of this odd approaching spectacle Flint rhetorically barked out "I don't suppose these are any friends of yours?" while readying his mace and shield he planted himself firmly a few good feat in front of Erika. Wasting no time he turned his body sideways while keeping his shield held at the ready-effectively hiding as much of his frame behind the shield as he could. He held his mace loosely in his right hand, letting the heavy steel dangle in a way that allowed him to swing it overhead to crush whatever imaginary enemy that would wind up crashing against his shield. It was a stance that often favored multiple shields-no doubt he was hoping for Clara to take up a similar position beside him.

Quickly Flints assumption to take a defensive position proved rather wise; the morbid sight of men and women dressed in mere scraps shambling their way towards the group appearing from the darkness moments later. Even more horrifying then the half dead, starved, and clearly crazed approaching mob that clutched shovels and pick axs was the fact that their very veins seemed to glow a translucent red from under their skin-a few of the lot even sporting large and bulky growths of what looked like amber red stone.

Whatever these people had been before they were no longer sound of mind-a fact rather obvious the closer they came. Although clearly thoughtless they did appear to have one thing on their mind; and that was killing everyone in the tunnel.

"Nows a good time to use that walking staff!"
@Amelian DracoNice opening, I'll try to have a post up tonight, sadly I work today


Its all good man. No worries.
@Amelian Draco@The Kraken@Mr Rage@Kidd
Wanted to let you all know I got the first post up-feel free to shoot me a message if you have ideas/wanna ok how you bring your character in or actually colab somethin. Look forward to writin with ya all.
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The muffled popping noise briefly sounded in the morning air as yet another shambling corpse had its head seemingly spontaneously explode-sending the rotting creature sprawling to the trash riddled asphalt that made up the Star Hotels parking lot. Three stories up lay the cause of this random zombie cleansing; Bushwhackers black armor clad body just visible behind a large sleek looking rifle that he was working with the skill and efficiency of a man that completely knew what he was doing.

He sat perched on the same catwalk like window cleaning contraption that he had been using the night before as he surveyed the parkinglot. From a higher view it became clear that he wasn't just randomly shooting zombies-instead he was doing his best to keep clear what looked like a myriad of red arrows that had been spray painted on the ground; all of which lead directly to the perch below him.

Apparently he had not only set up the nighttime display to draw attention to his location but he had also taken the time to spray paint the bulk of connecting City Streets and parking lot. Afterall he didn't expect survivors to just be able to pinpoint his location from one brief firework display.
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