The OOC Heres the OOC if you wish to join. :) http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=14476 Random Match-Ups Night is near Lyth Ethos is north of Mali Mali is just a little north of #626 Johan is close south of #626 Tye is inbetween Johan and Lenros but not near enough to make contact quickly. Lenros is close to Ines, near the Forsaken Fort Ines is in the Forsaken Fort (Expect to interact with these characters somewhat immediately, if you do not wish to, then do not do so- this is a very wide spread of land you're all on, choose your own path. Characters can not interact with other characters that are far away unless you decide to make most of your posts travel. Also, before posting more, wait for everyone to post in first. :p Please, and thankyou. You'll all get to meet eachother at one point or another. ALSO. I may be giving descriptions of areas and directions, but if you don't find any diretion plausible, simply choose a different route. If you also pay close attention to other peoples parts/areas, you'll get an idea as to what you'll also be meeting/facing/dealing with if its something bad or something good.) Lenros To the south lays a decrepit building, its walls appear to be slightly caving inwards and blood stained from past zombie attempted invasions, skulls, bones, flesh and muck surround the area in a different array of many sizes. Black birds circle over head above the seemingly abandoned looking pocket fort, to its east a tall ghost city rises up and above, the once glass windowed skycrapers now broken and the city falling apart into a ruin of rubbling dribble and rabble of zombie hoardes wandering about with sightless eyes and sensitive ears. To the north however, another fortification seems to be peeping out from the forests trees a little to the east, flags waving tall and proud for all apocalypse survivers and travellers to see for safety, comfort, hope. On the other hand, the ghost fort had an aura of promise, to suprise all that travelled to in search of treasures and yet more. The gates looked still very much intact, in fact, maybe they were still working as well? But who would be silly enough to go near the plagued populations. Mali THUD. THUD. THUD. The monster was mad, it was pissed, angry, and all friggin ugly as they get if not even more so. The zombies upper body was a grotesquely enlarged mass of muscle and pure natural armor, fists the size of basketballs and arms twice as large as they should be, three times as thick as well. Whilst its lower body was completely torn off, skin hung off the monsters torso, it should have been bleeding really, dead, but no- in place of the body it seemed to have been burned over without the black crisp of what one would call being burned alive. It's bowels however were no exception, completely burst open from the past amount of flesh it had consumed and rehealed over and over again. The head was still intact and thickly hardened over with large ear holes dipping inwards for better hearing, but its lower jaw was hanging off, just barely kept on by strings of hardened, parasitic flesh. Eyes rolled back and rotted out, the monster growled and screamed through its almost nonexistant mouth, it walked fowards on its fists towards the Nosferian woman, each fist pounding on the ground and sending vibrations for miles around. The hoarde has been alerted and is making its way towards Mali. Night A peaceful yet shabby looking two storied farmhouse, possibly from ancient days when the Apocalypse had not happened and everything was lazy in nature. Near the farmhouse, a little ways south of it is a barn, on the opposite end a chicken coop with chickens scratching at the ground, clucking away like nothing could happen to them. A scraggy dog with its ribs slightly showing was napping on the front porch, a rocking chair next to the ol' hound. A tree was in the front of the driveway, an old tire swing layed on the ground as grass and flowers grew around it. The subtle hint of cows mooing and sheep bawing could be heard from the fields and the barn, while a man whistled humbly away, a wifes washing of dishes were in the kitchen, two small children were playing in the yard close to the house. Peaceful indeed was one way to describe this outside human settlement. What was their secret in the first place, surely they could not have survived on their own during the beginning of the end nor the start of a new era with zombies roaming about. However, a Pocket Fortification lay to the north, heavy artillery equipped to the walls were visible even at a distance. Maybe the small settlement was funded and supported by such a system? Lyth The smell of gas was thick in the air, a gas station was most likely nearby or perhaps a leaking tanker that had somehow managed to stay pretty intact and pretty full after 100 years. Which wasn't so believable anyways, seeing as Bandits may have looted every salvageable item there was. Lyth is pretty much surrounded by grassland and hills, weathered away roads and a farm house peaking out from a hill at a small distance away, its painted wood pretty much chipped and worn away. The sound of a cow mooing or a sheep bawing can be heard ever so lightly on the breeze, why was a farm so dangerously close to a zombie infested area? Let alone to have noisy animals nearby. The freeway which seemed to turn in from the east towards the north was falling apart, the concrete slabs in chunks around the area and covered in zombies and abandoned, rusted up cars. However, a Fortification is to the north, perhaps the farmstead was an outside source being protected by the said Pocket, but why... Infection could have spreaded into the small time crops and animal watering system, it wasn't a logical thing to do. #626 Rubble and garbage littered the area with past destruction, cars were rusting over, broken, even the road was cracking and slowly disintergrating after a hundred years lack of repair. It didn't seem likely that there were any people trudging along, but no one could ever be too sure with the abandoned writh wraths called Bandits sneaking along areas they could hide easily. Men and women deemed unfit for survival chances if they were to stay within the forts, and thus so were abandoned to their deaths; only to grow in large numbers with their street smarts. To the north east there seems to be a crumbling highway, there is currently a road that could take you towards the zombie infestation or towards the Pocket Fort a tad south east of the highway, some ways away from your area. However another Pocket Fort also pops up, it is to #626's far south east and appears to be in poorer condition compared to the farther north east one... After a few moments of blissful silence, loud crashing can be heard from the distance towards the north. On the same road, a little ways ahead of him, the slight movement of their heads bobbing from car to car as they got closer and away from the noises in the infested areas. It was a worn out looking woman, and a small child at her side whilst both hid and snuck along cars, the little girl couldn't have been more than two. The mother and child have not spotted you yet. Johan The small crew was near a fortification, forest to the south of it and a desolate ruin to the north of Johan. The fort looked worn, weary and unprepared for many of the dangers that could and would befall its blood stained, gore smattered walls of previous onslaughts by the zombies. The watch towers looked sleepy, however their gaurds were alert, paranoid, watching for any sign of movement, any appearence of the dead walking as if they were alive! Around your crew, Johans men were muttering about the land they had met, the evils they had seen- the storys which had been true! What more would be seen further along still, their imminent deaths? They needed their leader to reassure them that what they were searching for was not a wild goose chase, a cure? Really? HAH! After a hundred years, the storys passed down, it seemed highly unlikely that there was one at all with such a plague terrorizing the new world. Though they were loyal to Johan at no end, not even loyalty could save a mans hide, honor, it was now dead in this world. The men cryed out a bit in suprise as the ground trembled beneath their feet, small qaukes really. They shushed as birds flew into the air, light crashwaves could be heard from the north. One of Johans crew members ask "What was that...?" Another responded "...Whatever it is..I don't want to be near it..." The two gave eachother vague looks and then stared at their leader, just as the other men kept their gazes to the north, the source of the noise. Ethos The sun is high in the sky and a nice wind is blowing, above ground everything seemed to be tranquil. You are currently on a road, a highway to be exact that goes three distinct ways, one is going straight east, while the other roads make sharp circling turns to the level ground. However, there seems to be a small fortification popping up and into the sky on the more northernly side, inbetween the two roads going east and north east. Unlike most Pockets, this one seems to have a strong dome ceiling to keep zombies from falling in or intruders trying to intentionally get in. Fine cracks repeat in that of a slice shape, acting like the positioning of an orange would be. Perhaps these supposed, symmetrical lines opened to allow air-craft in? Ah, no one outside would really know, it was almost impossible to even attempt trying to get in through violent or even normal means. Zombies quite litterally littered the ground areas, corpses and blood spatters stained the very peace of the area. How did a fortification survive when they were surrounded by so many of the afflicted? Nevermind that! There seems to be some disturbance to the south, even you can hear the light crashing noises, some bloke possibly alerted the hoarde. Ines The Fortification wasn't much, but it was certainly the best home the Fosaken could ever have without help from Humans or most Supers, who, unfortuantly would attack them on sight because of their greyed Nosferian skin. The upper levels comprised of small, interconnected hallways and rooms with windows blown open from what had appeared to be explosions in the past. These small rooms served as living spaces for all Forsaken. Craters filled the area and the dome above them that would usually shelter them from most outside pestilence and bad weather was caving in and barely held together by make shift supports. Though most Nosferian had nothing to worry about, they were apart of the Parasite, they spreaded the infection with just their very presence. Yet, a marvelous discovery had been made, it seemed as if animal blood acted as an infectious neutralizer for the Forsaken, though they weren't all that tasty, the infectiousness of their bodys slowly began to not kill the cattle they were all trying to raise to nourish themselves instead of hunting humans. Thankfully, the day was sunny with not a cloud in the sky after the previous summer, muggy showers. Its rays of light peeked through the domes holes like eager children exploring new land. Tye The sun rose high in the sky as the wind carressed the lands features, the autumn colors takipeacefully, as if the world hadn't been turmoil and its people chaotic anarchists outside the Fortifications pocketing small amounts of land to live in their own dystopias. To the north a green hued forest with its leaves turning orange and red could be seen from a distance, to the south however an ominus building sat next to one of the infested former living populated city. The greys and blacks a nasty mark upon the lands beauty as the infection spread through the land and tainted its resources, its scourge living off the living, litterally. If anything could be said for comfort, another fortification popped out of the land like a magnificent castle without the pretty white walls and magical feeling that would be associated with fantastical medieval settings, people were coming, they were going, but they were being heavily surveyed by many men in metal armored suits, wielding big, destructive guns in their arms, tazers to their sides at the ready to paralyze any who forced their way in. On the top of the gate of the fort, a woman sat with a small stem of hay hanging off her lower lip, the hat hiding her face quite well, there was not a weapon to be seen on her but she potrayed an air of danger about her.