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Post by Noel Edelweiss on Aug 29, 2013 21:25:05 GMT -5
The square was a mess. Fortification enacted by the people of the lay scattered around the square. There were body parts strewn all over the place, belonging to poor souls who didn't get turned. It seemed that the square had seen a horrifying bloodbath some time ago, before that one peculiar man entered the scene. If you take a minute and think about it, was it not strange? Even if the outbreak occurred all over Fiore (and anywhere else), the towns are usually the most protected as they have the number and resource to drive those abomination away, and Crocus, being the capital of Kingdom of Fiore, would have all of the resource to keep the flesh-eating creatures outside from entering the cities. But here we see the city almost being overrun, with the undead gathering in the square for no apparent reason. What exactly happened?
Slash, and a head fell onto the paved square, rolling a few distances away before stopping at a fellow infected foot. Unceremoniously, the body dropped with a thud. A sane creature would know that it would be best to stay away from the white figure. But the infected were no longer sane, driven by primal instinct to devour any being that shows even the slightest sense of life. Groaning, the masses shuffled towards the man in white, devoid of reason and thoughts, acting on hunger for human flesh. 475 of the undead began to shamble towards only source of life in the entire square, and there were no fear in whatever was left in their eye sockets.
Several distances away from the square, a score of terrifying and bone-chilling howls could be heard, accompanied by the sound of paws pattering in the alleys leading to the city square. Several shakes and crashes soon followed, as if a huge being was tearing its way towards the place. Upstairs in the building behind the man in white, inhuman screeches could be heard, navigating the abandoned premise. High above, black crows circled the square, as if waiting for the man to exhaust himself before diving for the kill.
Dark clouds loomed over the once-beautiful city, as if mourning for the inevitable loss of the capital, as well as the unavoidable death of a mage who was so full of himself.
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