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[FB-C/S + 300Lit + Event: 86XP]

-- EVENT 07: ZOMBIENADO (open) Objective 3 - ZOMBIENADO

Participants:
- Aerin Savago | Outlaw | ALIVE
- - - Remington | Outlaw Mount | City Tack
- Crawling Zombie

It had come out of nowhere. Granted, Aerin could see the sky turning
that sickly shade of greenish yellow, and she could see the thunderheads
building up. But... she did not predict the massive formation of cloud to
vomit out a twister nearly right on top of her head.

Remington screamed - if you have not before heard the sound of a horse's
scream, then know that it is one of the most terrifying, sad, gut-wrenching
terrible sounds man could ever hear - and reared, but Aerin kept his head, kept
control over the terror-maddened creature.

Wind roared about her ears, both popping painfully from the negative pressure
of the air being drawn away. Again, Remington rose up, pawing at the sky with
his ragged hooves, and Aerin saw the reason for this new 'bout of fear.

Something large and black, having being picked up by the wind, had just crashed
onto the rear slope of the hill. It was moving. As it moved into the light of
the lamp affixed to Remmy's armor, Aerin could see that it was the remnants of
a zombie - a very dried-out one, thus being light enough for the storm to lift
even this far away. And only half of one. But at least one eye had been left,
and it shone very white against the bright light on Aerin's gear. Bright enough
to send a few shivers up the lass's back.

To heck with it! If the boys wanted their hekkin' supplies, they could come out
here and hunt for it themselves. So what if she was only the footstool. She was
NOT going to be one out here. Not right now.

Turning her mount, Aerin kicked him into a high gear.

Almost too late.

The twister gained on them with every stride, until they were fairly racing for
their very lives.

Afterward, 'Rin could never remember now long they had raced the storm, only that
once they reached the first outpost just within the city's edge... they both, for
all intents and purposes, collapsed... unable to go a step further.

346 WC

XP Breakdown:
- Event Bonus: 50 XP
- Fullbody, colored/shaded: 30 XP
- Complex BG: 20XP
- ~300 WC: 6 XP

TOTAL: 106 XP

Art (c) TalonV
References - None whatsoever
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Description
[FB-C/S + 300Lit + Event: 86XP]

-- EVENT 07: ZOMBIENADO (open) Objective 3 - ZOMBIENADO

Participants:
- Aerin Savago | Outlaw | ALIVE
- - - Remington | Outlaw Mount | City Tack
- Crawling Zombie

It had come out of nowhere. Granted, Aerin could see the sky turning
that sickly shade of greenish yellow, and she could see the thunderheads
building up. But... she did not predict the massive formation of cloud to
vomit out a twister nearly right on top of her head.

Remington screamed - if you have not before heard the sound of a horse's
scream, then know that it is one of the most terrifying, sad, gut-wrenching
terrible sounds man could ever hear - and reared, but Aerin kept his head, kept
control over the terror-maddened creature.

Wind roared about her ears, both popping painfully from the negative pressure
of the air being drawn away. Again, Remington rose up, pawing at the sky with
his ragged hooves, and Aerin saw the reason for this new 'bout of fear.

Something large and black, having being picked up by the wind, had just crashed
onto the rear slope of the hill. It was moving. As it moved into the light of
the lamp affixed to Remmy's armor, Aerin could see that it was the remnants of
a zombie - a very dried-out one, thus being light enough for the storm to lift
even this far away. And only half of one. But at least one eye had been left,
and it shone very white against the bright light on Aerin's gear. Bright enough
to send a few shivers up the lass's back.

To heck with it! If the boys wanted their hekkin' supplies, they could come out
here and hunt for it themselves. So what if she was only the footstool. She was
NOT going to be one out here. Not right now.

Turning her mount, Aerin kicked him into a high gear.

Almost too late.

The twister gained on them with every stride, until they were fairly racing for
their very lives.

Afterward, 'Rin could never remember now long they had raced the storm, only that
once they reached the first outpost just within the city's edge... they both, for
all intents and purposes, collapsed... unable to go a step further.

346 WC

XP Breakdown:
- Event Bonus: 50 XP
- Fullbody, colored/shaded: 30 XP
- Complex BG: 20XP
- ~300 WC: 6 XP

TOTAL: 106 XP

Art (c) TalonV
References - None whatsoever
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