aterat | CEMETERY PLAYER PLOT

Who; Open to Everyone Interested.
What; Cemetery Plot
Where; Cemetery.
When; November 16th.
Warnings; Fighting & Undead & possibly gross descriptions if people get really into it.

The Sewers were nauseating. They were, after all, sewers. However these sewers were an intricate multi-tiered Labyrinth that have fallen into disrepair. It was best to stay close. Not all of the sewers were mapped out and it would take a rescue team to find anyone who had lost their way. Not only that, the sewers were littered with monsters of all kinds and varying degrees of danger. It was best to stay together.

Yuna held out a half sphere in her palm, providing a light for those following behind her. Their movements were slow and as soft as they could make them given that they're traveling in such a large group. The path, for those tracking their movements through the city, takes them northeast towards the shambling undead guarding the doorway to the Lich.

The plan was simple. Yuna and her team would go inside while Caelan guarded the door outside. Caelan was to take the key from Yuna and lock behind them with the intention to unlock the door after the Lich was dead. Yuna wasn't going to risk this monster getting into the city. It didn't matter how confident she was. She also didn't know if their phones would work beyond the shield, so there was likely no calling for help once they were inside.

[ooc notes: the monster is a Lich and I will be rolling dice to determine how well it attacks. There are a lot of zombies both in the Lich fight and outside that can be NPC-ed by anyone. The shield around the cemetery will hold through this fight and be safe on the street levels. If you have any questions please let me know on the plotting post. Also note, the lich is immune to all non-magical attacks. Feel free to make top levels for any time during this event. The Lich fight is below.]

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Vincent's own weapon was in his hand as they moved, his steps silent even though he was clad in metal-adorned leathers. His red cape obscured much of his face, leaving his crimson eyes to peer around at his surroundings. This did not, by far, mark the first time he faced an unknown foe, but it was the first he'd done so without his friends. It left an ache in his chest he shoved aside, a homesickness he turned into a fuel against whatever beast might be waiting for them.

He skipped backward as the undead clawed their way to the surface, leveling the barrels of his gun toward them, shaking his other arm, clad in a bronze claw, from from his cape. "Mmm." One rose close to him and he opted for a quick swipe of his clawed hand rather than wasting ammunition on it.

"Cannon fodder. A distraction." It knew they were coming.

The bones that Steve slams against skillfully pulled themselves back together again. The skeletal body parts that couldn't find their core attacked in sinewy pieces, boney arms and hands clawing towards the group in an attempt to weigh the group down. Something different happens to the creature swiped by the orange glow of the axe. Those skeletons continue climbing to dislodge the earth and rise beneath them but their arms and hands fall lifeless at their feet.

A low rich laugh responses to Vincent's call, speaking within the mind of those gathered. "Very good." The shadowy form at the far end of the room begins to move forward, mist curling around the feminine frame as the sounds of the death begin to laugh. Eyes flare and a sense of fear trembles through the area, urging each member of the party to flee.

The mist continues to gather and mirror replica's shimmer in the mist so that there are now a total of three figures standing at the far end of the room, each one hold a dull blue lantern of a grave digger.

"There!" Yuna cried out, pointing to the figure standing a few yards away.

It's only a moment before the figure moves and triplicates and then something happens. The fear trembled down Yuna's spine, she freezing her in place. The skeletal hands around her begin to climb up her legs while fully formed skeletons swipe and claw at her shoulders and side.

A cry tore through the air before Yuna pushed herself back up to her feet. "Get her! She's the one controlling them." Yuna points her gun at one of the skeletons and releases a magical shot at point blank range. The skeleton shatters apart and for a moment she wasn't being attacked but she was rooted in place.

"I'll try and hold these off you."

"What are these things?" Steve asked, looking at the creatures pulling themselves back together in both horror and awe. He'd broken all of those bones and watched them splinter and shatter. And now they were back as if all of the work he'd done hadn't been done at all.

Blue eyes looked over at Yuna wondering what the hell was going on. But he wasn't about to try and gainsay her because this was nothing that he was used to fighting. He'd fought a lot of weird things, but this was something completely different.

And with whatever the hell that was that was making him want to run, Rogers shook his head. This wasn't the time to run..except towards the one who seemed to be controlling these things and that's exactly what he did. Anything that came at him would be hit with the Wakandian shield.

Atha's axe faulters as an unnatural fear lock up her joints but as a skeletal hand clamps around her ankle. With a shout. the fear flees in the face of the Warrior's anger and red aether erupts from her as she channels her anger into an inner release.

"Get out of my way!"

With a shout, eyes glowing red with Athala's berserker rage her giant axe swings repeatedly as she charges forward ripping apart the skeletons making herself the biggest target in the room to pull the attention away from the rest of the group.

"You will not leave this place alive lich."

Lich. It's a word that falls on his ears but connects to no ideas, no memories. It's not something he's ever encountered, but he has seen monsters in control of the dead. This was no different. If it was replicas this 'lich' wanted to throw at them, then he'd play the game as well.

He darted to the left, using a grave marker as a stepping stone to the roof of a nearby mausoleum, reaching into a concealed pocket in his cloak as he did so. A shining purple ball of lightning encased in class dangling from a silver chain could be seen briefly as he connected it to the hilt of his gun before taking a perch on the peak of the roof. He leveled the barrel at one of the illusions and fired a bolt of chain lightning from the barrel. It would connect with its target and jump to the others, hopefully buying Athala time to reach the creature.

The Lich's hideous laughter echoed through the long chamber, each of her figures simmering and shifting in the dim lighting as if the shadows stretched and twisted around the woman's manged form. She was confident and taunting those who approached her now.

"Only toys. Only toys. Little brittle toys." She cooed between fits of screaming laughter.

Vincent's shot sparked to life but instead of hitting one of the images, it crashed into the Lich. Her laughter was replaced by a pained scream as her dark lovely form began to melt away and reveal her true rotting form. "INTRUDERS!" She cried as a torrent of magic was released from her palms. The magical missiles shot around the room, each one crashing into each member of the group.

"You will not leave here!" She screamed as a magical spark of purple was drawn around her. In a blink of an eye, she appeared behind the group, in between them and the exit.

The scent would hit everyone first, causing them to turn. Her body was rotted and as thin as the rags she wore.

"Look-" Yuna's voice cut off as one of the beams of magic knocked her off her feet. Skeletal hands clawed at her but she shot at the limbs until she was back on her feet.

"Steve!" She turned towards the Lich and held her breath as the monster loomed over both her and Steve.

"Atha..." She could only whisper as she stared at the daunting figure. "How do we kill this thing?" Whatever it was, it wasn't human anymore.

"Lich's at home can be hit with anythin' but this one looks like it don't like aether!" Atha calls back to Yuna as she continues her past of destruction forwards, a feral grin fixed on her face as Vincent reveals the lich's true form even as the magic bolt strikes her in the chest.

Whipping out her left hand a burning red materialises and snaps around the lich binding the entity tighter and tighter as Atha wraps her end of the chain around her arm, using her strength and aether to pull the lich towards her. With a bellow, Atha smashes her axe into the rotten flesh in front of her. Again. And again. And again. Each crushing blow matched with a hot burst of screeching, angry aether surrounding and tearing into the lich like spectral buzzsaws. And with every hit Yuna will feel a burst of energy and any any injuries starting to close.

CEMETERY PLAYER PLOT

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