The Admiralty
In orbit around Val'Halla
On board of the Valkyrie
A couple of days had passed since Penumbra's unfortunate descend into madness and his resulting death afterwards. After averting a possible zombie apocalypse, though everyone wondered where all the zombies had come from and who in their right mind would have let him keep them, like the excellent Masters they were. Ashin had decided that she needed some vacation, Morna was doing... something else and so it was left to Jared Ovanmeanamar (Damn that name is hard to write-down.) and his band of fellow helpers to clean up the mess.
Said band of helpers were eventually otherwise occupied and so it came to be that Jared contacted the Fringe's resident Zombie Expert, Rave Merrill. Coincidentally the same Rave Merrill who had been pissed at him for a while and a fellow High Council member.
At any rate. Zombies. Their mission was simple, gather all the undead, put them in a cage and let them loose whenever there was need for some Zombie Apocalypse. This time it would be under control of the Fringe High Council though.
No shenanigans with crazy dead, not dead, dead, not dead, de-- well you can see where I am going with this.
So there Jared was, standing on the bridge of the Valkyrie, his new flagship, as he waited until Rave would join him. Feelings were mixed about her, he still wondered why he had been such an idiot. Giving a lass a compliment the moment she was obviously having problems with the way she looked? Who -does- that.
Would not be long for she joined him on the bridge, then... zombies.
Hell yeah.
Zombies.
@[member="Rave Merrill"]
On board of the Valkyrie
A couple of days had passed since Penumbra's unfortunate descend into madness and his resulting death afterwards. After averting a possible zombie apocalypse, though everyone wondered where all the zombies had come from and who in their right mind would have let him keep them, like the excellent Masters they were. Ashin had decided that she needed some vacation, Morna was doing... something else and so it was left to Jared Ovanmeanamar (Damn that name is hard to write-down.) and his band of fellow helpers to clean up the mess.
Said band of helpers were eventually otherwise occupied and so it came to be that Jared contacted the Fringe's resident Zombie Expert, Rave Merrill. Coincidentally the same Rave Merrill who had been pissed at him for a while and a fellow High Council member.
At any rate. Zombies. Their mission was simple, gather all the undead, put them in a cage and let them loose whenever there was need for some Zombie Apocalypse. This time it would be under control of the Fringe High Council though.
No shenanigans with crazy dead, not dead, dead, not dead, de-- well you can see where I am going with this.
So there Jared was, standing on the bridge of the Valkyrie, his new flagship, as he waited until Rave would join him. Feelings were mixed about her, he still wondered why he had been such an idiot. Giving a lass a compliment the moment she was obviously having problems with the way she looked? Who -does- that.
Would not be long for she joined him on the bridge, then... zombies.
Hell yeah.
Zombies.
@[member="Rave Merrill"]