[Royal Guard] The walking freakin dead.. revisited.

[Jason scherer]

What a fricken night. Smiting.. shmoozing.. and smiting some more. Anyways 
this is probably my last post while in the states, just wanted to let you 
guys who actually take the time to read my rants.. Thank you.. I appreciate 
each of you and all of your RP.. Your good people for a bunch of text 
collections =D
without further poop.. or.. adoodoo or whatever.. this is the post..

  Tidings and well wishes to the magistrates and my fellow guardsmen of the 
fair city of Drache.
Yet again I sit at my desk writing a report that ironically enough involves 
a battle within the proximity of the Black Dragon district. While sitting 
inside the inn a random zombie stumbled inside somehow, and randomly 
assailed a citizen who managed to fend it off, running it through while I 
called upon the wrath of holy Tyr, that the soul of this individual may find 
peace in that its body is no longer ravaging the lands. Shrugging it off as 
an isolated event I made the mistake of growing complacent until a few hours 
later as I exited the Inn of the Black Dragon on my off day I was met with 
an unholy squad sized element of the undead. 8 to be exact. With a sense of 
urgency I returned inside and gave the warning, I know not why the zombies 
were shambling toward the Inn.. But Dulcina immediately placed the building 
under lock down and some of the patrons took up arms and fortified positions 
inside the building to repell the attackers should the battle that would 
ensue outside go sour. A few brave but foolish individuals took off outside, 
seeking glory in vain with short swords and daggers to fend off skeletal and 
rotted corpses that walk. I write this also as a warning that when the 
undead come.... have a mace.. a stick.. something blunt and heavy on hand.. 
NOT a blade.. less it be an axe that can cleave the bone, I write this as a 
cleric trained in the art of breaking the undead to dust!!!! This shall 
serve as a warning.. and I have forseen this to be a second coming of a 
possible mist war. You have been warned.
  Back to the battle at hand I met the four of the 8 undead in battle, 
opening with a blast of holy light and energy to blind and weaken the 
undead, it is my theory that they are divinely influenced, for they were 
truely powerful for simple zombies, my turning attempt did little more than 
phase them. An individual fighting with a longsword named Lazarus was hard 
pressed to stay them off. another, a female whore of the red lantarn 
district using a pan and alchemist fire managed to destroy the undead with 
myself, a ranger named Orion, and another guardsmen. Merin Bithsbane.
  Strangely guardsmen Bithsbane disappeared before the battle could come 
anywhere close to completion, Orion after the initial fight was taken, by a 
shadow into the alley ways.. After questioning Orion, it is my 
recommendation that Bithsbane be brought in for questioning, but not with 
intent for arrest, Orion is not a moral individual and there may be a 
logical explaination for this, we must not jump to conclusions but I request 
writs and warrents to speak with or apprehend if necessary one Merin 
Bithsbane.
   I close this report with no knowledge as to where the undead came from. 
There is something or someone raising them however, that much is appearant, 
a voice echoed from the forest beyond the roiling mists and the power of the 
undead does not breath arcane, these were complex undead during my 
examinations and investigations. But I shall leave it to the wiser 
magistratum and priests of the city and their judgement. With warning and 
prayer I send this report forward. May it be carried on the wings of angels 
and spoken via their trumpets so that it may be swift to your desks and 
heard loud and clear.
Always the loyal arms sergeant of the royal guard of Arangoth and the 
embodiment of His will. Kirin Arnise.


ALRIGHT MUCKERS... done.. I do bid you all well.. and hope that I'll see you 
all soon, give me two weeks.. or one month.. anywho.. Bye bye folks.