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Lumiel
Guest
Original poster
Cairo, Egypt. October 21, 2020
The television was blaring in the tiny cafe, a steady stream of Arabic flowing from the newscaster. Any foreigners would be completely clueless, but as the pictures of un-buried graves flashed on the screen the story was obvious. Several locals made disgusted sounds and began to have apparently very heated discussions about the incident.
City of the Dead, Slums of Cairo
The man slowly made his way through the tangle of people and filth. He was clearly a hardened man, with a narrow chin and a stern gaze harder than iron. Soft cheekbones and a thin beard did nothing to endear him, and his movement was more of a stalk than simple walking. The people kept away from him, most wary, but a man in a three piece suit was quickly a target.
Soon, three rather muscular men were trailing him. He slowly wove through the city to a dead end, shaded and devoid of most prying eyes. He turned then, and smiled at the men. "Something I can help you with?" He asked in accented English. The men laughed, and moved forward in an attack. The man raised his left hand to the left of his face, letting an onyx ring set in gold taunt the attackers. One man took out a knife, and quickly thrust it forward, the blade quickly finding its mark in the victim's stomach.
But he did not hunch over, or even grunt really. Instead, he let his hand slam downward and across to strike the man in the face, sending him to the ground. The other two stepped back, wary but not yet frightened away. "You saved me the trouble of cutting myself...you've my thanks." he said. He then spoke in some foreign language, and moved his hand to cover it with his blood. The men shouted, and the two charged forward with their fists raised. The suited man flung his blood forward, covering the men in it. He easily side stepped them, and spoke in some odd long dead language. The blood on the men glowed, and energy seemed to spark from the specks, and surge into the two men's bodies. Their screams echoed through the town, and a few nearby souls came to see the commotion, only to recoil in horror. The men's voices quickly left them, and their bodies collapsed onto the warm stone.
The third man staggered to his feet, cowering in fear and slowly backing away, but tripped over his own feet. He looked over at the corpses, and made his way behind them. He waved his hand over them, and they quickly twitched, and began to move. Those gathered panicked, and ran. The suited man pointed at the man immobilized by fear, and spoke again. The two bodies forced themselves to their feet, their faces vacant and movements awkward. They suddenly leapt for the third man, and began beating him mercilessly, his screams echoing across the slums along with the other's crazed laughter.
The television was blaring in the tiny cafe, a steady stream of Arabic flowing from the newscaster. Any foreigners would be completely clueless, but as the pictures of un-buried graves flashed on the screen the story was obvious. Several locals made disgusted sounds and began to have apparently very heated discussions about the incident.
City of the Dead, Slums of Cairo
The man slowly made his way through the tangle of people and filth. He was clearly a hardened man, with a narrow chin and a stern gaze harder than iron. Soft cheekbones and a thin beard did nothing to endear him, and his movement was more of a stalk than simple walking. The people kept away from him, most wary, but a man in a three piece suit was quickly a target.
Soon, three rather muscular men were trailing him. He slowly wove through the city to a dead end, shaded and devoid of most prying eyes. He turned then, and smiled at the men. "Something I can help you with?" He asked in accented English. The men laughed, and moved forward in an attack. The man raised his left hand to the left of his face, letting an onyx ring set in gold taunt the attackers. One man took out a knife, and quickly thrust it forward, the blade quickly finding its mark in the victim's stomach.
But he did not hunch over, or even grunt really. Instead, he let his hand slam downward and across to strike the man in the face, sending him to the ground. The other two stepped back, wary but not yet frightened away. "You saved me the trouble of cutting myself...you've my thanks." he said. He then spoke in some foreign language, and moved his hand to cover it with his blood. The men shouted, and the two charged forward with their fists raised. The suited man flung his blood forward, covering the men in it. He easily side stepped them, and spoke in some odd long dead language. The blood on the men glowed, and energy seemed to spark from the specks, and surge into the two men's bodies. Their screams echoed through the town, and a few nearby souls came to see the commotion, only to recoil in horror. The men's voices quickly left them, and their bodies collapsed onto the warm stone.
The third man staggered to his feet, cowering in fear and slowly backing away, but tripped over his own feet. He looked over at the corpses, and made his way behind them. He waved his hand over them, and they quickly twitched, and began to move. Those gathered panicked, and ran. The suited man pointed at the man immobilized by fear, and spoke again. The two bodies forced themselves to their feet, their faces vacant and movements awkward. They suddenly leapt for the third man, and began beating him mercilessly, his screams echoing across the slums along with the other's crazed laughter.
Twelve seals have been placed across the world to keep the powers of magic and gods in check. These seals prevent humans from using too much power, and to keep even more powerful beings from entering the plane. However, the more powerful magicians are able to weaken these seals. In addition, should several of these mages get together, they could break the seals completely. On the bright side, these powerful magicians rarely cooperate, and are more than content to be the only ones capable of wielding magic on a massive scale.
Though, some long for even more power. Necromancers just suck, don't they?
This rp will be a zombie survival type rp mixed with the supernatural. Obviously, we start in Cairo at the very beginning of the event. For your sheet, provide:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Birthdate:
Personality:
History:
Skills: (This is not meant to be combat oriented. What makes you useful during the end of the world? Do not list magic, ancient weapons, or other such things. Your character's star-sign will determine what powers they have once more than two seals have been opened.)
Though, some long for even more power. Necromancers just suck, don't they?
This rp will be a zombie survival type rp mixed with the supernatural. Obviously, we start in Cairo at the very beginning of the event. For your sheet, provide:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Birthdate:
Personality:
History:
Skills: (This is not meant to be combat oriented. What makes you useful during the end of the world? Do not list magic, ancient weapons, or other such things. Your character's star-sign will determine what powers they have once more than two seals have been opened.)