The vile scourge, apparently unaware of their master's demise have launched a direct invasion upon the cities of Azeroth!
The Alliance has fallen! King Varian Wrynn's noble defence of Stormwind failed. His Chin protected the keep for many hours but even that has limits.
The Horde has been beaten into submission, whil Garrosh proved to be a distraction for awhile eventually the zombies realised he had no brains and instead turned to other more succulent targets.
Dalaran has fallen from the skies and crashed into the Crystalsong Forest after Rhonin was ninja Scourged in his sleep. Luckily Scourge Rhonin was so powerful he fell out of the universe.
The entirety of Azeroth has been flattened by this massive invasion of Zombies and yet a small group of Survivors has found their way to Booty Bay, the city is deserted yet these rag tag group of survivors have found themselves there. Safe from the Zombies for the time being, but who knows what the future will bring for these as the Scourge runs out of delicious brains to feast on they find that the city they believed to be their Salvation, may in fact be a trap.
Specific Thread Rules:
No more than four people can RP as survivors at a time.
Other people may RP as zombies and such even if there are currently four survivors.
If a survivor dies and gets Zombified they may elect to carry on RPing as a zombie hell-bent on eating delicious brains.
Additionally, when a survivor dies another RPer may join in with their own character to replace them. This will be done on a first come first serve basis.
This is a CRP so have fun but there it is still an RP thread and not a place to get out all of your random ideas. Posts in the thread must relate to the topic of the invasion by zombies.
The Salty Sailor Tavern was uncharacteristically empty. Its usual patrons apparently involved in some other business. Perhaps the great big zombie invasion that's happening? Rockblesser thought to himself. It didn't matter anyway. Whatever they were up to was their business all that mattered to him was that he stayed away from those blasted zombies. And a bar was as good a place as any to hole up for the night. And besides, it's not like anyone else was using all this beer here, and it would be an enormous shame to let it all go to waste.
He climbed over the bar and began to fill the lucky mug he carried everywhere with ale. "To the zombies' deaths!" he yelled before downing the drink in one and emitting a large belch.
There was a noise from outside. He was no longer alone in Booty Bay...
Gixy Barefoot, a tattered, drunken Goblin, stumbled around the empty port, knocking barrels over, and drinking sour rum, singing while he walked. After some time, he saw a tavern. Brilliant. He ran there singing the Cataclysm theme song. "RAH RAHRAHRAH RAHRAHRAH! DUNNN NUUUUUUUUN NUUUUUN DUHHHNNUNNNNNNNNNNNNN DUH DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DUHDUHDUUUUUUUN!" Throwing himself at the door, he saw a Dwarf, drinking ale. "Ey, who are ye, and are you a zombie?"
It's slow breaths made a raspy sound as they left it's rotting flesh. Big yellow, blodshot eyes watched from cavities as dark as the blackest night. Scales covered it's hide from head to fin, black and rotting, decomposing flesh falling apart as the very skin of the creature rotted in the still air of the sandy beaches of Stranglethron vale. A small noise alerted the creature, making it turn it's fetid head towards the sound. A small hare, white as snow, hopped slyly through the thick bushes that plotted the sand. It's fetid breath quickened as it saw opportunity...
With a mighty roar, the beast leapt at the small hare, it's horribly sharp teeth shredding the body, before going to the head, lust twinkling in it's eye...
Rockblesser looked up at the goblin that had just walked into the Tavern. "What in the light's name do yer think er doing?!" he yelled at the goblin before running up to the door and slamming it shut. "Yer obviously know about the zombies yet yer stupid enough to run into a room and ask if I'm a zombie?" he sighed.
Looking down at the goblin he shook his head before walking back to the bar. "No, I am not a zombie. Now sit down. What's yer posion?" he asked fetching a glass from beneath the bar.
He sat up in the bed, smashing his head into the post. This resulted with him falling out of bed, rolling into the hallway, which in turn, made him hit a post, crashing down the stairs into the room with the other men. His crumpled heap lay at the bottom of the stairs. A noise arose from the heap, "Awwww, not again!" Douglass had arrived.
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"Chirp..? Chirp Chirp! Chirp chip chirp? CHIIIRRRP!" *Do you think they have nuts? - Of course I think they have nuts, they're all capable males! - Pfft, such a bunch of pansies wouldn't have ANY nuts.*
Outside in a tree, three scourged squirrels sat, flinging cursewords at each other. Squirrel, wich was one of the scourged squirrels had noticed survivors, and was argueing that they must have some nuts the scourged squirrels could eat. The others were trying to argue that the survivors were too busy being drunk and pussy's to have any nuts. Though Squirrel the scourged squirrel had decided to investigate, and as such, the scourged squirrel Squirrel moved towards Booty Bay.
Nehragos fluttered so gracefully over the peaks and hills of Stranglethorn Vale. He felt free, so pretty, so much like a dainty butterfly. He passed over the forested region, in hopes of finding his most favored food: troll brains. Upon sighting a lone male troll running through the jungle, he attempted to stealthily sneak up upon the wanderer. Landing in a clearing, that strangely had stone walls around its surroundings, he hoped to ambush the lone troll. Setting down in the center of this strange ringed construct, he heard a crunching sound beneath his posterior.
Turning around in a hope to discover what this was, he realised that it was a chest of sort... or atleast, was a chest of sorts. Shifting into a more manageable form, he took the guise of a mere High Elf. Skipping upto the crushed vessel, he lifted what remained of the wooden chest. To his surprise, he noticed a rather shiny item within it. It gleamed in a golden colour, and as he rubbed it, he noticed something flood his mind. It had informed him that he had to meet someone. It was a quest! Dropping the item upon the floor, he wandered away in an attempt to find who it had sent him to. Looking within his sachels for a map, he couldn't find one. Instead he relied on his senses, or whatever was left (since death had robbed him of a few), to find this person. He thought that south would be a good bet.
Rockblesser looked at the goblin with a blank expression for a few moments. "Yeah...I have no idea what yer just said so I'm gonna just give you a pint of ol' Thunderbrew." he poured a bottle of Thunderbrew into a pint glass and slid it over to the goblin. "And to answer yer other question. Well it's a tale of deception, political infidelity and a secret so dark it could change the face of Azeroth ferever. Pull up a stool, yer'll be here a while."
Suddenly a load bang was heard from upstairs and he could hear what sounded like a ton of bricks rolling down the stairs. A mess of sheets had appeared in front of them. "Just what in the light is that?!" he yelled spilling his beer all over the bar. He watched as the sheets rose. "It's a ghost! Stand back yer wee goblin, I'll sort it!" he started making wild gestures with his hands. "Hmm, I keep getting an Invalid Target error..."
"Wha..wha...what?" the boy said, pulling off the sheets to reveal parts of him bruising already. "Who are you guys? My mommy was eaten by zombies, so I've been hiding here. Have you come to kill me, because, I won't go out without a fight," he said, striking a kung-fu pose.
Clawing the window, the menace had arrived! Squirrel was peaking inside, looking at the survivors. Glaring at Douglass, Squirrel decided that since he was carrying all sorts of things, surely he must have some.. Bwaaiiins! .. And perhaps a pair of nuts?
The window shattered, and in crawled Squirrel the scourged squirrel.
With fury, fire and anger, Squirrel clawed at Nehran's face, only to realise that his range was far too short to reach. This made Squirrel enrage, increasing his physical damage done by 200% - much like Warrior's being kited by Frost mages, the result remained the same. I'm out of range!