Legend of Ransera

Things had just finally gotten better in Zaichaer. Just! And just as most of those dangerous creatures had been culled in the previous seasion, it was just as sudden that more of them had returned. Dakkur was simply minding his own business when he heard the commotion ahead. At first remembering that it there was supposed to be some sort of a festival on this day, Halloween, he thought there was something interesting he could take a look at and maybe participate in to kill some time. Interesting, maybe to some. Participate, nothing he would want to be involved with. Kill some time? Poor choice of words. As Dakkur closed in to the place of the festivities he saw a whole lot of people running towards him. Crying. Screaming. Yelling. Faces all twisted in fear. "Whoa where's the fire?" It has to be bad if people were doing nothing but yelling about the amount of dead, how dangerous it was to continue towards that direction and well, it was roaring right behind them.

Wait... roaring? Fires do not roar like that. They crackle and maybe pop at times.

Dakkur may be slow, but not that slow. While there had been so many signs of the danger, the first signs of it being unnatural was the eerie moans which echoed all around. As the people thinned out in their attempts to gain as much distance as possible, Dakkur could then see the unnatural, jerky movements of the undead as though they had yet to have gotten used to their bodies. With that in mind he saw one force itself into a lunge to get on someone. Weird... he thought and then, RUN! The situation is obviously dire enough that he realized he needed to be anywhere, but here and there was only one direction to head to- where everyone else was escaping to. But how long was this going to last for?

Fortunately it had not been too long since the god came to secure Zaichaer and everyone had been too busy to actually clear everything up. As Dakkur ran he tried to recall what happened the last time. There should be some intermittent shelters every so often throughout the town for the recurring attacks of the mist spawns and warren creatures. How was he supposed to identify them again? Peace surely was dangerous. It had only been a season and he already forgot all the important details. "Aaaaaaaaaa. One. Two. One. Two. One.Two. Think. Think. Think. Big building. Open entrance. Wooden doors. No windows except... from the first floor?" How many buildings fit that bill. Dakkur's eyes searched around wildly to find one possible answer. That was where he was going to go and try his luck and fortunately it indeed paid out.

He burst through the door. There were signs of it just only having people very recently but no one was around. Looks like they already acted. Dakkur continued on up the stairs. "Hello?" No answer. Higher still. Too high. The wooden door was shut fast. The Moratallen banged on it as hard as possible to get the attention of whoever was inside. "Let me in. Let me in. I'm alive. Living!" After a minute which seemed to him more like an hour, he was finally let in and he could see why it had taken them so long to let him in. In no time, the door was already barricaded again with the wardrobe and table which just before had been at its side to allow it to open. "First time?" Not funny. But it was obvious everyone else in the room was at least somewhat familiar with the protocol. "Anyone have any ideas for what happened? Nothing? It just suddenly happened" which was the same story from everyone else.

As he took a measure of the people in the room, Dakkur wondered how long would it take for them to be stuck inside this time. The last time it had been for days. Halfway through the infighting started until the point food and water were no longer accessible and the inhabitants had to take the chance to escape. Waiting for his current predicament to reach that point again was not idea so maybe "we should make a plan to escape soon?" Why escape? Just how long do these people wish to stay in this cramped up room. "We can't stay in here forever. I reckon from the last time once most of the undead have chased the bulk of the people, we can try and sneak past the remnants? That could be out best shot unless we want to risk letting them group en masse again and then I have no idea how long we'd have to wait. Maybe we should station someone at the window to keep watch for our opportunity?"