Café de Nuit

The walking dead pulled itself from the rubble, much of the flesh on its body charred black. It moaned in pain, the constant pain. It could still feel the fire scorching its flesh, but it wasn’t healing! Why wasn’t he healing? His body would not even let him pass out from the pain.

Moaning he ...

The door between the Dining Hall and the Smoking Room shuddered violently as the zombified Donovan threw his weight into the barred portal.

Beside him the three remaining wolfweres attacked the frame savagely. The wooden door cracked and splintered violently.[/i]

When I first read the above I thought it read:
"Therefore, a pit fiend (evil) would have a reality wrinkle but a furry (evil, mists) would not"

And I was all 'but furries are SO evil, why would the not have a wrinkle?'

Zombovan shuffles about doing his masters bidding and trying to avoid groaning out the B-word.

OOC: Okay... that'll work

Zombovan rises, his eyes now a milky white. He shambles forward, his intelligence muted and fleeting after his ressurection as undead. He lunges at a trapped figure and begins to throttle him while bending over to rip at the exposed throat with his teeth.

"Fool?" Donovan mutters trying to stagger away from the undead beasts and their necromantic master. He'd go to the armoury, get a really big sword, and then he'd show them!

Lookin' at the map the library door (and fight) is up the really big staircase and through some doors. Pretty much up and to the right.

Donovan gagged on his pinot noir and had to dap his lips with his napkin.
He wasn't quite expecting that to be the topic of discussion!

Then van Rijn fell and everyone rose or cried out. Donovan is no exception.
“Is…is he still alive?” a voice asked to his right. Donovan had no answer as he moved ...