No More Room In Hell: A medieval Zombie Apocalypse IC

[Soviet Ruk-Tsan]

1350. The Black Death wreaks havoc across Europe. Kings and Sultans fight desperately to protect their lands. Peasants cower in their homes, praying for salvation. The armies of the crusades return home and are forced to fight vast hordes of the plagues victims. Priests and Imams preach to their flocks, of God's punishment of their sins. Ships of the dead float aimlessly through the Mediterranean, spreading the plague wherever the currents bring them.

Ok, so basically black plague but zombies. Let's have some fun!
OOC

[Lewina]

Louis was walking along with his group of men to get back to camp. They saw a pack of half a dozen zombies. He quietly signaled his men to get into position to kill them. He and his men then charged the zombies. He sliced ones brains on the ground and stabbed another in the head. After killing them all they got back to the "Camp" which was really a fort and were greeted by non-healthy people. He made sure not to go near any or he may get sick.

OOC: Can you give me a list of where you can kill zombies and can another RPer be at that fort?

[New Babylonia]

1350
Outside Constantinople, Remnants of Byzantine Empire, Middle East Asia


Edward walked across the scorched earth, pleading for its yearly rains. Hardly an inch of ground, was not charred like over-cooked bread, or covered with the bodies of the dead, and the un-dead. He was hand picked to lead this army, the greatest seen. All the Kings of Europe had bickered over the subject. A last ditch crusade to save the Byzantine Empire, and reconquer its lands, most importantly, Jerusalem. He was the greatest of generals in Europe, argued by few Kings, and only France ever made a true argument to the fact. From all the great kingdoms, they sent him off, the leader of the last crusade. His army marched for many weeks, 230,000 soldiers, to the Siege of Byzantium. The battle was great. The city's walls had began to crumble, and her defenders grew weary of life. The Ottomans had arrived at the city months ago, 180,000 strong to take away the last of Christendom's foothold in Asia. For a week they fought, a week they clashed swords, bashed shields, and broke spears. It was called the Battle of Earth's creation, for when god created Earth, he worked endlessly for six days and rested on the seventh. They fought for six days, and on the seventh, the Ottomans left. The ground was raised 6 inches, the piles of body were so great. Only 50,000 of his men retained life. And the Ottomans would return. For 3 months, they waited, rebuilt the city, and prepared for the final stand of the Crusade's. The Ottomans arrived, all 400,000 of them. But they were not human. They were monster. Many were not even soldiers, they were infected civilians who followed the army, until it joined them, and now met his. For this would true, to Edward's leadership. Outnumbered eight to one, facing monsters stronger than any ordinary man, who still swing a sword, thrust a spear, and throw an axe. Any other General's army, would have ran for the hills, or to hell itself. But not his. He lead his men onto that field, every last one of them. 49,999 stood. The other one, his scout who saw the horde, had a crossbow bolt in his spine, fired by Edward himself when he tried to ride away. No one so much as flinched at the opportunity for them to leave. For seven more days, they fought an endless horde. And on the seventh, his entire army was put to rest, to live forever in god's kingdom, in peace. Only Edward still stood on the field. The fight had gone far into Constantinople, most of the beaten city now thoroughly destroyed. As he rode back through to the city, to return to Europe, one of the few citizens left, saw it his time to tell Edward the error of his ways.

"Now, infidel, you receive what you've deserved. Your disobedience has brought upon you, the wrath of Allah. And now, all your men shall rot, their wives, their children, shall rot, and you, you shall be devil's tool of our destruction." To this Edward stepped off his horse and looked the man in the face. Without a word, he punched him in the stomach, kicked to the ground, and thrust a spear through his chest. Then, he re-mounted, and continued on. That was a month ago, he was In Poland now, and he'd not seen a living person since. Nor monster, for that matter. But ahead he saw, hope. A city, people, he spurred his horse, and rode off into the rising sun, to his new life. Or so he thought.

[Firstaria]

Somewhere in the territory of Milan

Daniel slashed away the last one of the zombies who attacked his Knights, looking at the creature. " So this happens when you mix black plague with magic. Quite bad things in a world that actually doesn't have an inch of it. "

His friend, Crow, came down from the tree he was sniping with his bow and looked at him " Any new clues? " and he said " For now we are going north, in France probably. Italian experts seems to have no idea what have generated this, but we should find if there is a reason and a solution. " The archer nodded as the little company started walking ahead.

[Sacheyenya]

The outskirts of Acre:

Renault rode about the blazing city on his chestnut mare as he looked for his comrades. "Jean-Luc? Ou est Tu?" he dismounted his horse as he saw the silhouettes of four Templar soldiers nearing him. He recognized one of them as his old friend, Jean-Luc, and rushed to the soldier's aid. "Jean-Luc! Comment allez vous?" No response from his old friend as he drew closer. Soon enough, however, Renault heard the tell tale moans of the remnants he had fought within the city, and realized Jean-Luc was no longer among the living. Further inspection of the approaching soldiers revealed broke, jagged arrows sticking out of their flesh, one of the soldiers even having a dagger in his back. Bearing his Halberd, Renault backed away slowly and made his mark. He roared as he swung his great blade, lobbing the head off of one of the undead soldiers. He then realigned himself and thrust the tip of the weapon through the eye of another beast, dropping that one as well. He attempted to cut into the third one, but it had drawn too near for him to effectively swing the Halberd. Drawing his Falchion, he slashed off the monsters head in one swing. Now, it was only Renault and Jean-Luc.
Renault backed away from his undead companion, attempting to reason with him. Out of desperation, he plunged the tip of his Halberd into the gut of the undead soldier and raised his Falchion. The monster did not seem to realize he had been skewered, and made no efforts to break free: only to get closer. With much remorse, Renault brought the edge of the Falchion down onto the head of his former friend and watched him fall.
The moans grew louder, as now Renault could see a legion of the undead hoard, Templars and Muslims alike, as they shambled out of the ruins and the flames. Removing the dagger from the back of one of the fallen soldiers, he slipped the knife into his boot, hopped upon his horse, and fled the ruins. Where he was going, he had no idea. All he knew was that he needed to get away from Acre, and he needed to get to safety.

[Seriong]

Kerier looked at the ground as his group marched on, his commander had told them that they would be heading towards a small town near a fort, their guard had been destroyed in defense against a horde's attack.
"We can only hope that their town hasn't fallen by now" Kerier said, his previous battles had given him the rank of officer in their squad, he answered directly to their commander, and even had his own force of three lower ranking troops. He had quickly gotten to this squad leader rank through his teaching ability, he was given new recruits and told to train them, he kept three for his own squad. Their march slowed, Kerier ran to the front to see what was going on.
"An entire city, destroyed" The man next to Kerier, James, said. Buildings with crushed in walls, from days of relentless bashing by the zombies, and the remnants of corpses, what little was left, line the streets.
"Alright" Kerier said, turning around to face the company "Lets move out" They kept walking until night fall. Afterwards they set camp by a cliff, Kerier was called to his commander's tent, they needed to plan their next move.
"We're heading towards here" The Captain, as that was the only name he had given, pointed to a location on a map. "It's said to be a fort, and we may be able to recruit some people there"
"Well here I was thinking we were a coalition of uncoerced volunteers, who sought the order out to do some good in the world" Kerier said, having overheard their conversation.
"Oh shut up Kerier, you know we've been losing members, and this may be our only chance at getting some fresh blood. Besides, isn't our end goal of defending defenseless towns justifying any of these somewhat unethical tactics?"
"Lot of good we did today"
"We did what we could, and instead of arguing with me, you should be preparing for our journey. If people like you didn't keep slowing us down, we may have been able to save these people today!"
"You saw the state of that town, no wall, homes bashed in, the only option we would have had would have been to evacuate them! And then what? We barely have the supplies to keep our own company alive, and in fighting condition, how would we keep these people!"
"Which is why we're going to this fort, now sit down, and shut up until you have an idea that will actually help us."
Kerier sat, he recognized the fact that there was no point in arguing, if his commander wanted to he could have him sent on field gathering, the grisly task of finding corpses to burn, so that they could be fuel to the zombie armies. The plan was finalized, their company would be marching north out of Tolosa, and into France, in hope of meeting a group that has been holding the fort for a while, and may have more supplies, and may be in need of men.

[Hamste]

Olov looked down from the walls at the zombies coming from the fields towards them. Thankfully they weren't trampling them that badly as more food was always best. He aimed his crossbow down at the zombies and shot one through the head. The other men on the wall opened up on the zombies also. Most of them could hardly aim their crossbow but they easily took down the few that were attacking. Thankfully his castle was the only inhabited thing for miles and zombies were few in between. After the zombies were finished off the guards went down to check to make sure no more came. The others quickly came out to resume work on the fields while still others continue their work on the underground tunnels. The ultimate goal of the tunnels was to allow them to produce enough food and water to last in the castle forever but so far they produced almost no food within the tunnels yet. A couple of lumberjacks went out into the forest to chop down some wood to make some more bows, arrows and to repair some of the wooden structures.

[Kistan]

Lord Kethor gazed out from the top of the tower upon his fief. The infestation had spread far, but his lands were mostly bordered by mountains. A wooden wall was being constructed around the rest. He watched as his herald nailed a note at the half-built outer gate, and then read it at the town square. They read, in Kethor's own handwriting:

By the order of Lord Kethor, of Bardan Fief, Germany:
As of this date;

All who pass through the outer gate upon the completion of the outer wall, and the gate of the existing castle, must pass a bodily inspection for bite wounds or injuries. Failure to comply means no passage.

Permanent martial law is in effect. Unacceptable soldier behavior will be punished.

The penalty for stealing is now death, to prevent anarchy.

The current tax is raised from 10% to 15% to help fund the building of defenses around the local land.

The only crops allowed in the public fields now are: vegetables, corn, wheat. Animals to be kept are: chickens, mules/horses REQUIRED for carts, ect., terrier dogs, and mousing cats.

The Bardan Militia is ordered into constant standby.

The Bardan Army Contingents 15-20 are disbanded, being the mounted contingents.

Non-allowed animals are to be slaughtered and salted for reserves.

No doubt, the orders would sow dissent, but they were necessary. Kethor could not allow his fief to become a nest of walking corpses. He also sent scouts to the local settlements to suggest defensive measures or, if a settlement was overrun, try to bring back any survivors.