A Cosmos Of Terror [FANTASY ZOMBIE RP][IC]

[Flarbinia]

It is the year 2036. It is a time of despair and discord. On Earth, a plague has caused the dead to come back to life and devour the living, destroying entire nations and reducing civilization to a few small pockets. In their deathlike slumber, the Great Old Ones sense the stars beginning to align. In Hell, souls are arriving faster than anticipated, forcing the Devil to send many of the damned to other Underworlds. In the Dreamlands, catastrophic earthquakes ravage the realm, causing great evils that should remain buried to stir once more. In the Fay Empire, the wheels of progress, having barely moved since the seventeenth century, turn once again, spelling potential doom for King Oberon. On Olympus, the Gods debate how to deal with the crisis engulfing the Mortal Realm without breaking the Masquerade that protects their children from superstitious and ignorant Mortals. In their underground cities, the Dwarves prepare their armies to march against the zombie hordes in Norway. Regardless of the outcome, the universe will never be the same again.

OOC: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=448572&p=34513577&sid=89d2fcdc367659ce5b390f14336921d6#p34513577

[Flarbinia]

Ruins of the Forgotten City. Dreamlands
Amitiel, Darcassan, Taghai, and Harada Saki had been travelling through the desert for days, the hot sun bearing down on them, the Archangel sweating in her armor, the winds too strong to risk flying, trying to cover their faces to keep the sand out of their eyes. They ducked into an abandoned watchtower, the wind continuing to blow for another four hours. When they looked out the window, they saw many deserted and crumbling houses. "We have made it to the Ruins of the Forgotten City. Harada Saki will take out Donovan. With him out of the way, the Fabian Foreign Legion will turn on the Demons that occupy the corpse of an ancient empire. As for the Half-Demon that hired you, Amitiel shall deal with her." Taghai said to Harada Saki as Darcassan was on the lookout for patrol. "Like your grandfather, you know how to effectively use ninjas. I should teach you the ways of Ninjutsu once Amitiel's quest is complete." Harada Saki, having discovered a shortcut during an archeological expedition his uncle had lead, replied before heading into a nearby building as Taghai and Darcassan headed to a more strategic position, Amitiel heading northeast. After several hours of crawling through a hole, Harada Saki found himself behind the tent of Legate Cicero, the leader of the Fabian Foreign Legion heading to brief his men about their next assault on the Tower of Gilded Skulls, bodyguards in tow. Harada Saki snuck inside the tent, unsheathing his sword as he spotted Donovan, the man too busy playing on a 3DS to notice him. The moment Donovan's back was turned, Harada Saki began to approach, any noise he made being drowned out by the video game. Once he was in striking distance of Donovan, Harada Saki ran his target through, the 3DS hitting the floor and shattering, the light from the medallion Donovan had used to hypnotize Legate Cicero dimming and fading. Legate Cicero shook his head for a brief moment, his mind free from the medallion's spell, his soldiers rushing to his aid. "Men, the Half-Demon's lover poisoned my mind, twisting my desires into serving her, handing over one of our most sacred artifacts, and turning the Fabian Foreign Legion against itself. Our enemy is not the men I have wrongfully outlawed, but the whore who tainted and stained our honor with the blood of brave men. Let's show her minions what happens to those who use the Fabian Foreign Legion as pawns!" Legate Cicero said to his men, the legionaries cheering at the top of their longs as they prepared for battle.

[Vlasdol]

York. England. The Mortal Realm

A fast swish through the air and Albert's sabre found a home in the vampire's skull with a sickening splat. A red mist sprayed up, staining his coat. Satisfied that it was dead, Albert took out a cloth and wiped his sword. "If a man takes the life of any human being, he shall surely be put to death." Albert began searching around the lair, he saw bodies chained on the wall, rotting shells with holes in their neck. Eventually, after an hour of searching, he came across a tape recorder labelled '2036' Albert pushed the play button until it clicked, and a message began to play:
"It only feels like yesterday that some wannabe Frankenstein got my sentence commuted in exchange for me signing a binding contract. I can't eat real food, I can barely see my reflection, I have pale skin, I can't turn into bats or mist, I can't regrow lost limbs, I can turn someone into a shambling corpse that is apparently called a Sclavă, the Vampires I have met keep referring to me as "Trădător", whatever that means, and I am supposed to set a trap for this bastard that has been killing Trădător since 2029. Being an artificially created Vampire sucks, but Harris will reward me with as many blood bags as I can drink if I bring the body to the nearest warehouse. The Sclavă I am bringing have assault rifles and body armor, so that blood is as good as mine."
"Guess I'd best find that slave..." Albert muttered to himself before taking the tape out and pocketing it. He walked up the stairs, leaving the roach-infested apartment behind him.

[Flarbinia]

"It appears we have are after the same man, Wrexham Marksman. I have been watching you since you crossed the border into England." A figure in the trench coat said to Albert as the man with the sabre exited the apartment building, leaving the shadows, revealing that he had a bandolier of wooden stakes. "Do not worry. If I meant you any ill will, you would be dead before you could blink. I have an offer you cannot refuse: the location of the Trădător that destroyed that church. All you need to do is to assist in bringing that traitor Harris. You see, Vampires do not do something as overt as burn down a church and kill everyone without someone noticing. Me and Harris were sent to hunt down and slay the Vampire responsible. However, when I was about to land the killing blow, my partner shot me and left me for dead, the Vampire handing him some Confederate gold. Once I had recovered, my contacts in Dover informed me that my new mission was to bring Harris to justice, dead or alive, by any means necessary. Apologies for not introducing myself earlier. I am George Trevor. I already know your name." The man in the trench coat said to Albert before motioning for the heavily armed hunter to follow him to the nearby precinct.

[Ausinia]

Storlein, Sweden

Valkyrie jumps from one building to another with Ben and Nathan right behind her, however, theirs zombies there too, she looks back but see zombies now on the ledge, now falling I ear the side, where she just was. “Look out!” Nathan calls, “ I see!” Val replies as she pulls out her Luger and begins accurately pooping off shots into their heads, but it’s not enough. “Val, Sky, I love you,” Ben says as he run a into the horde with his machete, only to be mowed down, “No!” She yells.

She stiffens up right, it was only bad dream for her, she was having them lately. “Well, I guess it’s time to get up,” she says to Jett, her Labrador Retriever. She gets up, gets dressed, grabs her Luger and goes out to the empty supermarket across the street, as she’s in there she see something, shuffling, she pops it’s head. She grabs her cereal and walks home, after breakfast she checks the date, “3 months, Ben, 3 Months,” she says. As she goes outside to the half built wall, she’s sees a zombie, and pulls out a knife and stabs it. A normal day for her, but at least it’s not uneventful.

[Vlasdol]

Albert did not trust this aberration one bit, vampires often lie and steal, that said, the opportunity to kill the abomination that took his place of worship could not be missed, such a mistake would be unforgivable in the eyes of the Lord.
"Very well, Trevor, I shall help with slaying the vampire. Ephesians 5:11, I'll be keeping that in mind. Lead the way." Albert walked the way George was gesturing.

[Flarbinia]

They two men entered the precinct via the fire escape, the floor they were on looking more like a makeshift fortress than the interior of a deserted police station, assault rifles and heavily armored corpses strewn across the floor. "I saw a Vampire setting up shop here, so I decided to check it out. Turned out that it was a Trădător and his personal army. Bastard tried to flee once I dispatched his cronies, but a Trădător is slower than a real Vampire, so I was able to catch him. It didn't take long for him to reveal why he was preparing an ambush and who he was working for. I killed him afterwards. The reason I did not immediately go after Harris is that he knows me too well for me to defeat him on my own." George Trevor said to Albert as he headed into another room, boxes of ammunition on the table. "We will be leaving in five minutes. Take as many rounds as you need, then follow me to the warehouse." George said to Albert, the dim light beginning to go out as the emergency generator began to fail, sparks flying from the frayed wire in the nearby room.

[Vlasdol]

He looked around the dead bodies, listening to what George had to say, muttering his agreement wherever needed. Albert kept looking through the corpses, picking up and pocketing a glock and as much ammo as he could find.
"Just so we're clear, we aren't friends or allies... we are only working to complete a common goal, once thats done, tell me where the blasphemer is and we go our own way. Yeah?"
Albert starts walking out the way he came.

[Flarbinia]

Storlein, Sweden
However, this would not be a normal day for Valkyrie. She felt a gun being placed to her head and heard the sound of a revolver being cocked as a gloved hand covered her mouth. "Don't move a muscle. You are coming with us." A female voice said to Valkyrie as another assailant, a male judging by the amount of muscle, confiscated her Luger. She was escorted to an armored limo that approached the alley and was pushed inside. As the door closed, she was tied up, her shoes being replaced with black high heels as she was buckled in. "I am sorry, but they threatened my family." A doctor said to Valkyrie as he began pouring chloroform into a gauze pad, the limo heading northeast.

[Ausinia]

Valkyrie, slowly gaining consciousness, realises she’s passing through the neighboring town of Enafors, she soon wakes up enough to remember the last five ministers before her blacking out. Figure, Station- ‘damnit!’ she thinks before remembering everyone things she’s asleep, ok, station, gun, man, woman, taking her Luger, but not her knife! She still had her Knife! When she has feeling in her hands and arms she pulls out her knife from her back pocket, slowly going through the ropes, until she’s free, but they don’t know that. She’s thinks about her next step, jump and roll, or wait it out? She decides if she wants to live, she’ll stay, seeing the cliffs.

[Flarbinia]

"It appears that the new arrival has a trick or two up her sleeve. If it were up to me, you would be sent to the fighting pits of Barcelona. I heard that the last group of fighters we sold barely lasted a minute in the arena. Too much muscle and not enough reaction time." The woman who had grabbed her said to Valkyrie as she pointed a gun to her head, the man who had taken her Luger disarming her. The limo stopped for fuel at a warehouse that had been converted into an outpost, the woman handing Valkyrie to the guards, men, women, and children surrounded by chain link fences. The guards quickly placed her in a straightjacket and handcuffed her legs, the chauffeur leaving the vehicle and placing a piece of tape over Valkyrie's mouth. She was then placed back in the limo, the woman with the revolver buckling her in. "This is the last stop before we reach the mansion. I bet you will fetch us a pretty price. A lot of high rollers coming to tonight's auction." The chauffeur said to Valkyrie, her voice revealing that the driver of the limo was a woman. Once the refueling was over, the limo began moving again, people in the back keeping a closer eye on Valkyrie.

[Ausinia]

Valkyrie thought that keeping motionless and listen to everything they said. ‘Auction, pretty price? Slavers. Hmm? Maybe I’ll see Nathan and Ben there! If we are sold to the same person, maybe we can escape. Well, all I can’t do is wait now.’ She then thinks about her M1, left at home, and her dog, and a tear rolls down her eye. How will she be fed?

[Flarbinia]

Storlein, Sweden
"Hey, dog. Where is your owner?" A man dressed as a Viking said to the Labrador retriever, a nurse examining the M1 Carbine. The dog pointed in the direction of the grocery store, the two heading towards it, the Nurse carrying the carbine. The dog whined for a moment before sniffing the ground, barking as she ran, the two survivors following the dog for a while before she began running away. Ten zombies approached them, the Viking pulling out a fire ax while the nurse raised the M1 Carbine. The nurse opened fire, taking out five of the zombies before two of them got within swinging range. The Viking began swinging his ax, decapitating the nearest zombie as the nurse fired off another shot, the other zombie fell to the ground. The remaining three shambled towards them, only to fall to the ground as three thunks were heard, the shaft of the javelins sticking out like sore thumbs. "You got a place to stay?" The woman who threw the javelins asked the couple as she pulled out her javelins, the couple heading towards the place where they found the dog. "Damn thaws. Zombies freeze like popsicles in a blizzard, but once the snow melts, the best you can hope for is that you killed as many of them as you can when they are frozen. Thaws make that difficult." The woman in the hoodie said to the couple as she followed them.
The Loga Estate, Sweden
The limo came to a stop, Valkyrie having fallen asleep, several maids carrying her inside, the girl too stuck in the dream to notice that she was being moved. Once inside the mansion, her restraints were removed by the medical staff, one of the maids removing Valkyrie's clothes and replacing them with a red Alice In Wonderland style dress, another removing her gag and putting the black high heels back on, the chauffeur placing a pair of white opera gloves on her hands and putting makeup on. The security guards carried her down stairs and chained her to the wall of the cell, Valkyrie starting to wake up as the door was closed. "Hey, Alice. How's it hanging?" The man in camouflage said to Valkyrie.

[Vlasdol]

YORK. ENGLAND. THE MORTAL REALM

Albert sat on the side of a turned-over van outside the precinct waiting for George. While doing so, he took out his newly looted pistol and began checking through the parts ensuring everything was there. One of the brass casings fell out of his hand and hit the pavement with a loud *tink*
Moments later, about five zombies began standing up and groaning at the sudden noise. Albert drew his sabre in his right hand and his pistol in his left, ready to purge more of Satan's abominations...

[Flarbinia]

George Trevor, seeing that his comrade was in trouble from the fire escape, pulled out several medal disks and threw them at the zombies, the heads of the shambling corpses falling to the ground like chopped up cantaloupe sitting on a fence post, the disks stuck in the walls and pavement, Albert looking confused. "Thanatos Rings. Special devices designed to kill Trădător that have been alive long enough to develop healing factors. The manufacture is very expensive because the alloy being used to make these things is a closely guarded secret. I only have enough left for three throws." George Trevor said to Albert, the man with the sabre being relieved that his ally was the one who threw the disks and not a well armed bandit.

[Widgetalia]

Outside Russel. Kansas
"M'lady, your guests have arrived." Gerald said to Lady Anne as he bowed, the leader of the Purples still wearing the colors of his faction. "Good. You are dismissed." Lady Anne said to Gerald, the Frenchman leaving the tent as a man in plate armor and two other men entered the building. "You have a lot of nerve, having one of my men killed and his head placed in my bed with a note in his mouth that said "meet me in my tent or your plot and all evidence will be leaked to Christopher" while I slept. Now what do you want?" The man in plate armor said to Lady Anne, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and impatience. "If your assassination succeeds, you will have your puppet on the throne. If it fails, I am the only one with the power to stop any inquiries in their tracks. Do not believe me, Simon?" Lady Anne said to the man in plate armor, Fergus stepping out from behind a curtain, the man wearing Yellow and White. "The Purples and Yellows have already pledged their loyalty to me. They will publicly drop their colors, should this caravan descend into civil war, but for now, I must be content with having four judges that will vote in my favor, should I ever be accused of being behind an assassination. All I ask of you is that your Kingmakers will declare for me in the civil war, regardless of the outcome of your assassination. Either way, you win." Lady Anne said to Simon, Simon simply nodding in agreement before leaving.
Russel. Kansas
A crossbowman wearing Red, White, and Black fired at Christopher from behind a wall, the only thing preventing the leader of the caravan from an untimely demise being his body armor, the would-be assassin fleeing. One of Christopher's bodyguards readied himself to impale Karl with his halberd, only to be shot in the head by a sniper, the hunter, dressed in Blue and Gold, quickly being stabbed to death by Luca as he began pointing his weapon at Gregory. "I had nothing to do with this. There will be a full investigation." Christopher said to Karl and Gregory, the two leaders heading back to their camps.

[Ausinia]

Loga Estate, Sweden

Valkyrie awoke, startled. “Wha-? What did you call me? Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing Here!?” She asks trying to get up be fore realising she’s chained, “and what in hell is this?” Pointing with her other hand at the chain.

[Vlasdol]

YORK. ENGLAND. THE MORTAL REALM

"You probably shouldn't waste them on zombies," Albert shot one of the surviving (albeit amputated) zombies groaning on the floor, "or was that just to show them off? Either way, lets just kill the Trădător and get it over with."
Albert slid off the van and gestured away from the building.

[Flarbinia]

"You seem to forget that our common enemy is Harris, not the bitch who burnt down your church and killed everyone inside. She stopped being my problem when that traitor left me for dead. As for why I wasted an expensive weapon on zombies, I wouldn't have any need to use it if you didn't try to be theatrical. For fuck's sakes, this ain't a goddamn movie! Guns have a finite number of bullets, guns jam, and guess what? You can't reload or unjam one if you have a sword in your other hand! I expected you to be intelligent enough to realize that, but lo and behold, you try to pull some Hollywood bullshit that would only have gotten you killed if I hadn't intervened!" George Trevor said to Albert, his voice filled with rage. The two then headed north, the two not saying a word to each other.

[Flarbinia]

Loga Estate, Sweden
"He referred to you as Alice, as your clothes are based on the main character of Alice In Wonderland. As for the chains, our captors don't want to take chances with someone as crafty as you. From what I heard, you managed to reach for a concealed knife despite being tied up tighter than a bundle of wheat." The man in the suit and tie said to Valkyrie as cheering and shouting echoed. "My name is Tank. You can guess what I drove before the world went to Hell. He is Neville. He went to Oxford. What is your name?" The man in camouflage said to Valkyrie, the noise from upstairs getting louder and louder. "I am a historian who specializes in eighteenth century warfare. Judging by the noise upstairs, this auction is proving to be the most profitable for our captors." Neville said to Valkyrie as water dripped down into the grate in front of Tank's cell. "I see the look on your face and believe me, whoever you hoped to be here ain't here. I have been in here longer than any other captive, so I know who goes in or out. Tonight is the big night for the guys who put us here. Representatives from Barcelona looking for fresh meat to send into the arena. Sicilian landowners hoping to buy cheap labor. Even a Lithuanian warlord or two desiring sex slaves. All of them competing with each other." Tank said to Valkyrie as the creak of the door was heard, the man who had taken Valkyrie's weapons walking down the hall, a Luger, a knife, a flintlock pistol, and a sawed off shotgun on his person. "Alright, ladies! Listen up! You fuckers are going to be on stage next! Don't tell me that we shouldn't bother, Tank! One of the men from Barcelona is putting on a reenactment of El Alamein." He shouted at the top of his lungs as he headed to the cell next to Tank, only to be grabbed by Tank, the man in camouflage managing to grab the keys before they fell into the grate. "You came down here alone, all sound and fury, Marvin? Keeping the keys to every cell, save for one, on this block on your person. I can't deny it. You've gotten sloppy." Tank said to the man he had grabbed before ripping out the man's throat, Marvin falling to the ground as Tank unlocked his cell with the keys. Tank grabbed the sawed off shotgun, the luger, and the knife before heading to Valkyrie's cell, unlocking the cell door. "Damn. The chains use a different lock." Tank said as he placed the keys on the lice infested cot and looked around the cell, noticing a hair pin. After a few minutes, Tank managed to unlock the chains, Valkyrie falling down. "I can free the others, but Neville is stuck behind a steel door that uses a different lock than the rest of the cell. You will have to blast a hole in the back wall of his if you want to get him out. There should be some black powder in a room on the other side of this wall. The men guarding that powder are armed with AK-47s, so you will need to take them out quietly or avoid them altogether." Tank said to Valkyrie as he handed her the Luger and knife, grabbing the keys and heading to free the others.

[Ausinia]

Loga Estate
“Alright,” she says, trying to flatten her dress, and after a somewhat achievement, she takes off her shoes to silently walk down the hall, Luger in hand, ready. When she walks she thinks ‘sex slaves? Hell nah, im not gonna be one of those poor things’. As she turns the corner she quickly hides behind it, see the guard, ‘man that would be nice, seems though I lost my M1’. She quickly turns the corner and shots him in the head before he even saw her. She holsters her Luger, walks to the powder, grabs the bag and picks up the AK. “Nice,” She holds up the AK and fires a shot. When satisfied, Shen walk back over, with the AK. Handing it to Tank.

[Flarbinia]

Tank grabbed the large bag of powder, looking frustrated that Valkyrie had not placed the bag down behind the cell. Once he had finished freeing the other prisoners, Tank escorted Valkyrie to the other side of the back wall of Neville's cell, where he placed the bag on the floor and attached a makeshift fuse made of bootlaces, Valkyrie picking up a match and lighting it, the two running away from it. The bag exploded, the hole being blown in the wall. "That explosion was bigger than expected." Tank said to Valkyrie as the smoke began to settle, Neville crawling out of a hole in the wall large enough for a man to fit inside as the rest of the prisoners began attacking the guards. "Yes, I made a hole in the cell wall, but our captors switched to plastic spoons and forks before I could make it halfway through. I suggest that we vacate the premises immediately." Neville said to Tank and Valkyrie as Tank handed him a flintlock pistol, the three running out of the cell block they were in. "Which way do we go?" Tank asked Neville, Neville pointing towards the corridor to their left before beginning to run, Tank and Valkyrie following him. Once they had reached the end of the corridor, they saw a hole in the wall large enough for them to crawl through one at a time. "Looks like the leader of these slavers likes to collect cars like big game hunters collect trophies. Fortunately, I know how to drive a stick shift." Neville said to Tank and Valkyrie as Valkyrie exited the hole, the three getting inside the Pontiac Firebird, Tank hotwiring it. The three then drove out of the garage, a guard alerting his superiors to the escape attempt. The gate began to close as a sniper opened fire, the tranquilizer dart hitting Valkyrie in the neck. Fortunately for the trio, the managed to clear the gate before it closed.

[Vlasdol]

YORK. ENGLAND. THE MORTAL REALM

Although it had been silence over the entire walk, the two men finally arrived at their location. Only then had Albert broken this silence. "Don't underestimate me. I've been hunting your kind for about 6 years. Not only do I have the blessings of the Lord, but I have also studied military doctrines. Officers of the first World War fought this way." Albert took the rifle off his back, "I'll find a firing position," He chambered a single round, "draw him out, I'll put him down. Proverbs 16:28. As long as you don't betray me, I won't betray you."

[Flarbinia]

"My kind? I hunt Vampires. I am not a Vampire. Here's your proof." George Trevor said to Albert right before opening his mouth, the man with the rifle gazing in shock as he saw no fangs. "Now that we have resolved that little issue, the plan is very simple: you head to the roof of a building that has a clear view of the warehouse window. He will naturally walk towards me, thinking that I am bringing a knife to gun fight. You will shoot him until he is on his knees, but I must be the one to kill him." George Trevor said to Albert before walking inside the warehouse, the other hunter heading around and climbing up the fire escape of a nearby building, getting into a crouching position and pointing his gun at Harris. "Hello, George. I can safely assume that Fred couldn't make it?" Harris said to George Trevor as he bared his teeth, revealing his new fangs as he pulled out his .357 Magnum, George pulling out a wooden stake. "You and Fredrick may have abandoned humanity, but he only agreed to sign it so that he can see his wife and daughter one last time. You, on the other hand, betrayed the human race in order to fill your own pockets. May Hell hath no mercy on your damned soul, you treasonous bastard." George Trevor said to Harris as a gunshot was heard, the bullet hitting Harris in the right kidney, the former Vampire Hunter barely being able to stand up.

[Vlasdol]

Seeing the shot hit, Albert immediately worked the bolt, firing as soon as he was able, until the vampire was on the ground. Waiting for George to do his part, Albert took hold of his bible and began reciting a verse:
"O LORD, God of vengeance, God of vengeance, shine forth! Rise up, O Judge of the earth, Render recompense to the proud!"