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Hugh fired off about a dozen arrows before giving up.  The result of his shooting were pocupined zombies that were just pissed now.
"Anyone get the feeling that arrows won't work well on them," grumbled Hugh as he drew a long knife from his side.

Spurius continued standing in a defensive stance, wondering how absurd he looked standing twenty feet from the zombies.

within seconds a snide remark was to be heard "yes you're supposed to be...yet...ah well..." obviously directed at Hugh

"Steven...would you stop staring at that foolish knight and get in there and help the poor lad?! not that I'm fond of getting rotting flesh all over my blades...but...I've heard this amazing story about zombies being unable to do anything with their limbs sliced off...so like...go give it a whirl?!" Bob immediately yelled...just to cover up his previous remark...

Hugh saw Steven running for his life like a true coward and made the only obvious decision that he could...he ran.  He shouted over his shoulder at Oceanus and Spurius.
"You can stay there all you want, but it looks like this way is the way to go!"

[[OOC-It wouldn't be too late to join now would it?]]]

"Uh... Remind me to thank the lads when I make it to town..." Oceanus snarls as he finds himself backed up against a tree. He's made an indent into the undead hordes, but only a small one, as he only recently realised chopping their heads off wasn't enough. He casts around to the left and right, hoping to get some sort of inspiration, but, somewhat lacking in creativity, he decides the only way out is through the zombie hordes.

Oceanus lowers his shield then charges, bashing aside most of the zombies in his path and knocking them to the ground, but just as he's about to escape their reach, one grabs his leg, and drags him to the floor. As he falls, his sword flies from his hand. He begins to wriggle, rolling onto his back and breaking free of the zombies hold, but he's on the floor now, at a disadvantage. Desperate now, he lunges for a nearby zombie and grabs it's leg, pulling so the zombie falls over - and the leg, rotten, comes away in his hand. Suddenly his face brightens up and he begins to club zombies with this rotten leg, slowly managing to break free from the crowd.

Not long after he escapes the horde Oceanus catches up with the group, clutching a zombie leg and covered in scrapes and bruises, and no small amount of zombie flesh. And he just so happens to smell of zombie flesh too. "Oh yeah, thanks alot guys, you were REAL helpful..." he snarls, before adding grumpily "Next time, remind me not to trust you lot to watch my back..."

Hugh stumbled inside and shook the rain off of himself.  Unfortunately, a very large man did not like water falling on him and threw Hugh across the room through a table.  The poor archer then proceeded to remain unconscious for a few more minutes before safely eating his meal and crawling up to his room.

"wow...will ya look at that...pigs can fly...no...wait...oh it's just Hugh..." a chuckle was heard

"Steven?! what will we do next? surely you're not gonna leave me here and live the rest of your days as a  hermit on top of a mountain?! I demand that you go out there and use me for killing stuff!!!" Bob spoke anxiously

Spurius nodded, and turned around as Antonis Xarxes approached.
"This is Antonis Xarxes, he is going to by a man-at-arms in my service," said Spurius, glad that he only got a small hangover from the drinking he had done the night before.

A lot of places seem to be needing a revive these days.

*throws 1up at thread


Here we goooooooooo!
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"Right guys," said Steven to nobody in general, "We're off. We stayed a...bit longer than we meant to. Let's see if we can make it to the desert by the end of today."
With that brief speech, Steven set off for the southern road, leading to the desert. Hopefully, the others would follow. Maybe they'd even pick up new group members from the town.

[[Feel free to sign up, if you want. This ol' RP is coming back!]]

Steven turned in surprise to regard the newcomer. "Alright...Wally, was it? You can come along. Now then, let's see if I've got everything." patting down his pockets, Steven checked for his supplies. "KLet's see...map, food, golden wheel spoke..." suddenly, he realized something. "Holy crap, I forgot Bob!"

After a few seconds thought, he added, "Well, never mind. I'm sure he'll find some way to amuse himself...and if not, he'll just have to catch up," and with that, he started walking south again.

An angry yell is quickly followed by the distinctive sound of a frying pan making contact with someone's head. A pained shout erupts from the unfortunate fellow as he comes flying out of a doorway, rubbing his head, followed closely by a little old lady, brandishing a frying pan. The lady comes out after him, waving a fist angrily at the retreating figure.

Oceanus, still running at top speed and rubbing his head, nearly collides with Steven, skidding to a halt just in time. He looks around curiously, blinks a few times, and then goes "Ah yes, adventure! My apologies for being late, I got ambushed by a group of... Bandits. In a house. I won, naturally, but the-" Oceanus suddenly falls silent as a little old lady rounds the corner, clutching a frying pan, and he promptly moves so Steven is between him and her. "Right, uh, let's get going, nowish. Before the la- Bandits regroup."

Steven turned back and yelled at Spurius. "Are you coming or what? I don't want to spend too long wandering around, else those damn zombies'll find us again!"

"That's the whole group, I think..." muttered Steven, and continued along the southern road. The group walked, tracking past farms, woods and villages with little incident. At one point, they passed a cave, and Steven tossed a rock into the back of the darkness out of boredom. Suddenly, a loud grumble came from the cave, and heavy footsteps were heard.

A huge raging Ogre issued from the cave. It stood seven meters tall, quite short for it's kind, and brandished half a tree as a club. It swung at Steven, who tried to evade but took a glancing blow and landed in a thicket. Suddenly, it rounded on the rest of the group in a fury.

[[Fight scene is go. Try not to kill/knock out/incapacitate it until everyone has had a shot at it.]]

     "Holycrapanogre!" screamed Hugh suddenly as he fired arrow after arrow at the beast.  Sadly, Hugh fired his arrows backwards again and all they did was piss the ogre off pretty badly.  The ogre picked up the arrows that had bounced off of him and threw them back at Hugh with unrealistic accuracy.  The arrows pinned Hugh to a tree by his clothes.
     "What...the...HELL!?" screamed Hugh as he hung completely defenseless.

A wild-eyed man came hurtling out of the forest, hair in disarray, once pristine clothes tattered and torn. The only thing that seemed neat and tidy was the katana sheathed on his belt.
*Pant* "Th-th-they're after me! They're coming! You gotta help me!"
The man looked around the clearing, saw the scattered group and the passed-out ogre, then saw the cave.

"Cave! Cave! Beautiful Cave!"

The man ran into the cave with a smile on his face.
The adventuring party heard a victorious cry of "You can't get me now!" from inside of the cave.

{Mind if I join?}

     Hugh wasn't too happy.  First he had been pinned to a tree by his own arrows, then the group had gone and left him without saying a word.  Several hours after they left, he managed to be freed by a pack of flesh-eating rodents that accidentally knocked some of the arrows off of Hugh's clothes so that he could escape.  Then he marched his way after the group.  After getting lost only two or three times, he found them at an inn and proceeded to get himself drunk and then passed out.  In the morning, he followed the group into the desert, silently wishing that he had stayed home.  Then they found a small camp.  Some crazy-eyed old shamans were staying there and were just that: crazy.  Hugh could tell just by looking at them that they were crazy.  They had every bit of evidence that pointed at craziness.  Crazy beards, crazy clothes, crazy eyes, and even a crazy camp! Hugh kept his throughts to himself of course.  Pointing out that they were crazy might alert them that they were crazy and then they might do something crazy! Hugh didn't like crazy things.  Not that he was crazy.  He was the most sane person in the group.

"Well...you guys want a drink?" asked Spurius, offering his flask.
The shamans stared at him with a slight grin.
"It's...uhh...the nectar of the Gods! It will make you wise beyond your dreams and...uhhh...young again! Just look at me, am I not the prime example of a young wise human being?"
The shamans began laughing, and Spurius got a bit angry.
"Alright dammit, tell me or I'll run you through!" yelled Spurius, drawing his sword and walking towards them. They did not move, they simply stared. Spurius put away his sword and backed away.
"Damn, thought that'd do it...well, I'm out of ideas!"
Spurius sat down, pulled out his aleskin, and began drinking.

Steven gave up. The shamans had not said a word since they had arrived in camp, though they had laughed. Steven had witnessed Oceanus beaten in a fight and knew that the shamans could not be persuaded. Finally, he tried a different tactic.

He approached the elder shaman again and handed him the golden spoke. "Look here," he said, "We're looking for stuff like this. The map says there is one here. If you help us..." Steven trailed off, noticing that the elder shaman had walked off with the spoke. "Hey, come back here!" he shouted and gave chase. Quickly, he caught up with the walking elder as he reached the side of the shamans sitting on Oceanus. He saw the elder look at the three shamans in turn, and they all got off of Oceanus. However, then the elder made to stab at the still mildly stunned Oceanus with the golden spoke.

Suddenly, there was a burst of white light and Oceanus was gone. So was the spoke. "What did you do?" asked Steven in surprise to the elder, who merely made a gesture that could easily be perceived as 'shut up'. After a few more moments, Oceanus reappeared in another flash. Except now he wore the wings of an angel. "Holy crap," said Steven, stunned. "You mean all this time the golden thingy was a magic item?" The elder shaman nodded, and Steven merely dropped his jaw.

[[I discussed this with Norathelon before the thread died. Long time in coming, eh?]]

Oceanus blinked several times as he reappeared. He looked over his shoulder at his wings, gave them one or two flaps, then swayed violently on the spot. "Uh, this can't be natural..." he mutters to no one imparticular. He grimaces, then shrugs, and gives flying a shot. He closes is his eyes, then slowly begins to flap his wings, and takes off, raising into the air. He get's up to a height of about ten feet before he opens his eyes. "Hey look! I'm flying!" he cries at the top of his voice, but as he shouts this, his wings stop flapping. There's a moment when he realises this, and seems to hang in the air commically before suddenly falling to the ground, landing with a dull thump, face down.  Oceanus simply stays there for about a minute, apparently contemplating the dirt, before raising his head, spluttering and coughing to get rid of the sand in his mouth, before saying "So, wings don't increase my ability to multi-task it seems..."

Steven chuckled along with the others, then had a brainwave. He turned to the elder. "Thank you," he said, "Can you bestow that gift onto all of us?" However, the elder shook his head, but made another, more obscure, gesture. After a while deciphering it, Steven just about worked it out.
"I think he's saying that it gives different gifts to different people." he said loudly to the entire group. "Right, who wants to go first?"

The man rushed into the group, beaming.
"Gifts! Oh Pick Me! Pick ME!"
He looked around at all the shocked faces.
"Oh, I'm Frankenstein. Call me 'Stein for short. Nice to meet'ch'all!"

{Hope you don't mind my joining in. If you do, just kill me. In a funny way, preferably.}

Spurius was, by now, completely intoxicated on ale and other alcohol. He stumbled up to the shaman, and opened his mouth to speak, causing the shaman to hold his nose shut.
"I...I thhink I'll go nneext...lemme go!"
Spurius stumbled back, and waited for the shaman to give him his power.

[[Of course, just find some way to arrive without being too stupid...oh wait, looking back at the RP that's okay. Just arrive.]]

The elder shaman poked Spurius with the golden rod. After the two flashes of light, Spurius returned, seemingly the same. Steven was perplexed - all the others had had visible signs of improvement...or something, at least.

[[Spurius is now immune to all poisons...but only when he's drunk, for some reason.]]