The Mystic West.

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Gaia:

I looked at the man in shock, losing my English at the moment, I understood nothing until something touched me. Something evil.

It fell to the floor.

I was scared, but more angry than scared. "DO WHAT YOU CAME TO DO! AND LEAVE!" I screamed in my native tongue.

They began to wander, away from the people...towards their goals. What that was, I had no clue.

I stared wide eyed. "you say dream?" I asked the man. There now appeared to be a small crowd.

 

[Ravenloft]

Zombies:

The zombies no longer attacked anyone, several just stood around moaning, some walked limply off, seeming to leave town. Slowly, one by one, zombies simply fell down, whatever had brought them back to animation leaving them...

Herbert:

"Thats the weirdest damn thing I have ever seen!" Herbert whispered in amasment. He looked back to the Indian girl. "How... How did you do that?" He asked, having no doubt in his mind that it had been her. "Er... Yeah... Um... Its strange but you, I know you... I saw you in a dream... You were dancing around a fire..." He said, seeming a little hesitant to talk about it.

 

[Valdimer]

Walt




Walt took another pull of his whiskey, most of it dribbling down his shirt than in his mouth. The mule, slowly walking, took it's time strolling past the sheriff and the indian woman. "Howdy ma'am, and sheriff, how's yer day?" he said, taking another pull of the whiskey bottle. Stopping the mule, Walt turned his attention back to the woman. "Ma'am, they didnt come here to do anythin special, they just shouldnta died....poor souls." he said, taking his hat off, and covering the right side of his chest for a moment. "Mighty fine job ya done here in this town sheriff." Walt said, giving the mule a slight kick, and continued on.......

 

[starkweather]

Thank the Lord they stopped John thought to himself, now the only question is why? As John looked around he saw the sheriff, and the old man talking to a strange women. She yelled something in another language, but John could not make it out ovetr the shooting and screaming. " I'm going over there" John said, he was determined to find out what was going on. Somebody knew something, and John was going to find out what. As john approched he said" Excuse me , but what in the Hell is going on."

 

[PmTick]

Tyler walked over to John, "Don't you see? They're not retreating they're gathering their forces to make another attack. They'll countinue to do so unless their leader is killed, I've been dealing with zombies for a long time. My family was killed by the damn things when I was 16, since then I've been traveling the West knocking'em off. I can tell you that someone here in this town is thier leader, I can smell'em."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

I was beginning to wonder why I didn't just ignore the damn whore and go back to sleep. The bitch of it is, she was probably a whole hell of a lot safer than i was standing there in the middle of the street as the zombies fell around us.
"What the...?"
I debated reholstering my weapon, then decided against it. No point. I might need it if they changed their minds and started trying to kill us again.
I walked over to the others, now all standing near the Indian girl.
The one man was telling us how we had to kill the leader, that he could smell someone in town, or something of the sort...I wasn't sure what he meant, but it didn't sound like anything I wanted to hear anyway.
"Look...," I began, "The zombies are leaving, and you all have plans on hanging around here and smellin' whoever it is you need to smell, then stick your noses right up in the air and sniff away...put your noses up anybody's ass you like but mine...what I want to know is this: What's the nearest town without those damn things, and are there any good whores there?"

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Gaia:

I was utterly confused once again. I put my hands to my ears as everyone began to ask me questions.
I uttered an oath in my language.

"My name is Guy-uh. Speak slower please. " I furrowed by brow as the un-dead began to fall.

"I came because they told me to. " My English was broken but completely understandable. "they did not send me for this. "

I turned to the man who said he had dreams, "you say you dream. "

I then turned to the man who spoke of the un-deads' purposes "you say they just rise from dead?"

The sky began to rumble with thunder, it then began to rain, "I wish it wouldn't."

I said, under my breath.

And it didn't.

"You dream, you summon me. Why?" He must of summoned me, dreams were the way that the ANcients communicated.

(ooc. Not sure where this is going, but hell, it seemed good at the time...plus, not sure where you want the plot to go)

 

[Morgoth]

Horses were heard. Slowly, dust began to appear on the horizon. Closer and closer it came. Dark-cloaked men sat on the horses, wielding shotguns or pistols. They rode fast. Zombies were following them closley as they rode into town. They banked and brought their weapons up to bear, mowing the zombies up to nothing. There were about 20 of these men. They dismounted and slowly walked to the saloon. They stepped inside slwoly, deliberately displaying slowness and sat down at one table at the end of the room. "Bartender. Just give us four bottles of Skotch", one whispered, something very wrong with his voice.

 

[Ravenloft]

Herbert:

"Well, it was this man here, practically walking among the foul things..." Herbert indicated the old one, Walt. He looked toward the indian girl again. "Yeah, I dreamed about you... I have no idea why... An if I summoned you, m'sorry but you were a great help just now... I would repay ya if I knew how..." Just then, a rough looking group came riding into town. They finished what few zombies there were left and made their way to the saloon. Herbert excused himself as he took in the sheer number of bodies strewn about the streets. His heart sank. He wheeled his horse toward the old man. "You... Come with me... We have to talk. And if ya please, m'am... I'd ask you to come with me..." He was gruff with the old coot but softer with the girl.

 

[Valdimer]

Walt


Taking the last pull off the whiskey bottle, Walt let it fall from his hands, where it hit the ground. Making a noise kind of like a horse, he said " I'd be more'n happy ta help ya out sheriff, always been sorta a man o the law m'self. Come on bessie.." he said, sluggishly pulling on the reins. Walt pulled his hat off agian, and held it to his chest. "Poor people, poor poor people." he said, his head hanging low as he followed the sheriff.....

 

[Guest]

John didnt know what to think about the whole situation,one man saysthere gatheringh there forces, and the other says, poor ,poor souls didnt desrve to die. But one thing was for sure the strange women was somehow involed, had she summoned them? John didnt know what ot do, but seeing them geeting ready to leave he deciced to follow " sheriff" John asked, " may i accompany you, i wish toi know what the hell is going on." as John spoke he took a hankercheif out of his pocket and wiped his face.

 

[PmTick]

John apparently didn't hear Tyler. Tyler walked over to Walt, "Listen, this is a trap, they're simply regrouping!!!"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

So the zombies no longer seemed a threat, and that was good. Now the problem that persisted was what to do about the odd men who rode into town and plowed them down. This day was getting stranger and stranger as the minutes ticked by. Luckily, the sheriff was on top of things. THe men, about twenty of them, were currently in the saloon, and the dead bodies of zombies and human victims alike were scattered everywhere...the sheriff appeared to be arresting an old man for drunk and disorderly...yeah, now I've got faith...
My head ached steadily, and I looked around. Wasn't much see that I hadn't already realized I couldn't believe...
"Sheriff, may I accompany you, I wish to know what the hell is going on."
A man standing nearby suggested. I doubted knowing would make the situation any better, but hose things, both the zombies and the men on horseback, had come from somewhere, and if I left, what was the guarantee that I wouldn't be headed right for them?
"I plan on coming with you as well, if you don't mind the company, Sheriff," I said.

 

[Ravenloft]

Herbert:

Looking over toward the man who'd been asking if he could join them, Herbert thought for a moment. "Hell, why not... C'mon, I've got a job for you after I get to the bottom of this." He said simply as he headed off for his office.

 

[Morgoth]

The Scotch was brought and was quickly paid for. "You 5 will be barricading. I want you 5 to stand gaurd. You 5 will look around town for any news. And you 4 and me will make plans", whispered the leader. They all stood up and went their seperate ways. The leader and the other 4 pulled free some tents from the horses and set them up. They entered the largest, and bent over a small table, began to discuss.

 

[starkweather]

"Thank you sheriff," John said, John had noticed that he had completly ignored someone, the name slipped his mind for now. John slowly turned and looked at the man, and remembred waht he has said, something about hem regrouping. But seeing that he was talking Walt cahnged his mind and deciced taht if he was going to join this group he had better snag his horse....if it was still alive that is. "I shall rturn momentarly sheriff, i need to fetch my trusty er...my horse" John said rather stumbley, that horse was nothiung but trouble for him. The darn thing never listened to him...well it did but not all the time. As John walked over to where his horse was, he saw that it was still alive,scared out of its mind but still breatheing. John quickly got up onto it and made his way over to wher the rest of the group was.... Just then it struk him "who on earth are these starnge riders that have come into town" but John put it aside and continued toward the party taht was forming over yonder. John tahought to himslef 'hope I aint going loco or nothin.' and continued on tword the party.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler walked over to mount his horse and caught up with John. "I've been fighting these bastards for years." It was obvious he was a little tipsy he kept mumbling something about the boneyard.

 

[starkweather]

John turned to the man and said "Is that a fact" John looked intrested. "What do you think we should do?" John wanted to really find out waht was going on, and if this man knew something I was more then John knew. " How rude of me I'm sorry i forgot to get your name, mine is John" John said and put out his hand to sahke his.

 

[PmTick]

Tyler made sure his glove were on tight and shook John's hand. "Name's Tyler...Tyler Red. I was saying earlier I've been hunting zombies since I was 16 so I've developed a sixth sense about tracking them. Their regrouping now and preparing for another attack, they usually do this in a boneyard where their leader raises the fallen. The only way to take a sect of zombies out is to take out their leader. My senses tell me the leader is still somewhere in town, I suggest we get a posse togethor and do a little zombie hunting."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

GAIA:

I nodded at the man. I looked around cautiously.

Behind an old man a zombie continued to try to strangle him.

Grabbing the knife at my ankle, I threw it towards the zombie, hitting him straight across the neck, decapitating him.

I marched back, grabbing the knife from the head, and wiping it off on the zombie's shirt.

"Herbert." I said the word slowly, I wasn't stupid, just very confused, "The man is right, ancients tell me that more to come."

My English was precise but my accent poured through my sentences.

I followed him into the bar. People stared. "What do they look at?"

"Rain is bad omen, zombies do not like bad omens, hopefully it rains." and with that, it began to pour.

I made no expression with my face. I just followed Herbert and his group.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

When the bitch seemed to make it rain, I started to doubt my choice to stay here. But their words seemed to make sense, mostly in that odd way things do when they actually make little sense, or in this case, no sense. That was the type of logic I was working with here and now. If it made sense, I might as well ignore it...

 

[Morgoth]

The five on barricade duty threw up anything they could. They were also the first to spot the zombie horde coming at them, much, much larger than the previous. They made a hawk-like sound, and the rest of the black-cloaked strangers stopped what they were doing and walked up to the other 5. "We've fought more. With a barricade, this shouldn't be too hard", said their leader. "Get armed and lay down. I don't want them knowing about us until the very last moment", he added, then left back to the tent. It would be a good 3 hours until the zombies would arrive.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

With a jingle the bell over my door rang as someone entered. I heard a scrabbling noise and an overwhelming rotting smell. Walking confidently forward to greet my customer I started in horror at the face presented me.
My husband stood before me, and I, wearing my new widows dress was frozen in terror..

I knew what I had done was wrong but my life had been a misery from the day I married the man. Tall and rugged he was, and as I knew first hand, brutally strong. I had been willing to love him, but on our first night as man and woman he came to my bed reeking of cheap whiskey and forced himself upon me. I had lived for years in fear of this man and finally in my desperation I had gone to the general store to buy my husbands death.
Telling Buck, the store owner I needed the arsenic to kill rats that were chewing the fine linens and the more simple woolens that are the seamstresses stock I returned to my store and laid my plans. Over months I sprinkled small doses of the arsenic into his drink or on his food, and his health gradually faded like he had a wasting disease.

We had buried him yesterday.

 

[Ravenloft]

Herbert:

Pushing the door to the sheriff department open, Herbert let all present in and followed in after them. "Okay, mister... I am about as lost as the rest o the folk here... And I think you know more about this than any of us... Could you possibly enlighten us on whats happened here today?" Herbert said gruffly to Walt.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity

Backing away in terror from her dead husband, Grant, Felicity stumbled and knocked over her dress-making manequins with a terrible crash, knocking her to the ground also. The sudden noise and motion jolted a scream from her lips, a scream filled with all the panic she was feeling as she scrabbled ever backward across the floor.

Grant's eyes and mouth crinkled up in an evil parody of a smile as he advanced on her. His dry tounge darting out to lick his lips, his hands going to work on his trousers, unbuttoning the front...

Felicity's eyes widened with fear, her back coming up hard against a wall, trapped.
She screamed again, fear and panic leaping about within her, her hands blindly searching for a weapon, anything at all to protect herself..

A sudden thought occured to her, she had heard gunfire somewhere on the other side of the small town not long ago. She had thought at the time that some drunks were firing at dust-devils, but with a growing sense of horror, she knew exactly what had happened, and suspected why.