The world you see is not the only one there is... The myths and
legends in our world come from a reality elsewhere, which is tenuously
connected to ours. There are points our realms touch and through
which the residents of both can travel. These points are closely
guarded secrets and defended by the others, as they have seen what
we humans are capable of and do not want us in their worlds. However,
the bravely compassionate and foolish amongst them sometimes cross,
either for adventure or to try and guide us. They are the ones who
live in our myths and legends as revered teachers, or fearsome beasts.
When the human plane is rocked with violence and disaster,
the barriers and defenses between the worlds seem to weaken. Roman
legions march into mists never to reappear. WWII bombers vanish
without trace. Tales of marine platoons who inexplicably disappear
in the jungles... For whilst they may live on in our world
for a time, no trace is ever heard of those who stumble into theirs.
The guardians of these rifts and passages are lonely souls who spend
their time watching and waiting; ready to sound the alarm.
One of these sentries was a centaur named Sage. He
watched over a passage leading to forested hills that dipped down
to a small human city. He watched it flourish in the spring, bustle
in the summer and glow warmly in the winter. He watched it grow,
and eventually... he watched it die. The war tore apart the night
sky with terrible sounds and flashes of light. Sage could not guess
what could have brought such a sudden and violent end to the peaceful
valley, or why the air smelled strange... but he knew it heralded
a great threat to the secret he protected.
He was right.
Two days later the first figures stumbled toward him.
Ruefully he wondered how he would gently dissuade the weary refugees
from his passage, his heart filling with sadness for the innocents.
He took a deep breath and gently stepped out in front of them. "Hold,
Humans. Be not afraid but you cannot come here." His voice was deep
and clear, but none of the people before him started or offered
any form of response. He frowned and tried again; "Hold! You must
stop, turn back." and still no response. He opened his mouth to
try shouting instead, but it was then he saw there was something
wrong about how they were moving. As they came closer, fear began
to rise in his chest as he saw that that many of them were broken
and wounded beyond life, yet still walked. Milky white orbs stared
sightlessly at him. Then an inhuman sound rose from them, one of
guttural hunger. Confused, the Centaur backed up, notching an arrow
to his bow as the walking should-be-dead lurched stiffly toward
him, hungry hands reaching for him. He cried out a warning and raised
his bow, hesitating for a moment longer and then slinging an arrow
through the heart of the foremost human. It rocked on it's heels,
but continued forward. Panic leaped within him then, and he strung
arrow after arrow as he retreated, trying to bring the advancing
dead down. A wild arrow took one in the forehead and finally it
collapsed, unmoving. Swiftly, he realized that was how to stop the
advance, and took out the remaining zombies in short shift.
Certain this first group was down, he galloped back
to the other side of the rift and sent the signal to call warning.
As soon as a runner arrived to find out what was wrong, Sage told
him that there were undead humans wandering, and a war party was
needed to defend the rift. The runner was unconvinced of the danger,
thinking that perhaps the loneliness of the watch had driven Sage
to fantasies, but did his duty and returned to the clan as fast
as he could. He told them of Sage's warning and plea, but cautioned
that the centaur had been left alone guarding the passage for a
long time and may be confused as to what he had seen. None had heard
of hungry undead before, and could not imagine how this could be.
After long debate, a party was sent, but it traveled slowly and
talked of how to relieve Sage of his duties.
Having sent the runner off to the clan, Sage hurried
back to the human side of the rift. He gasped to see that from the
city now trailed a mass of the undead, all following the smell of
blood from the ones he had taken down. He strung his bow and checked
his quiver, his fingers trembling as he hooked the arrow to the
string. He had but a few left - not enough to hold all the undead
at bay. Sage whispered a prayer to the goddess that the war party
would hurry, so that he would not fail in his duty to protect his
world. He battled on with determination, but for every Zombie he
dispatched, two more seemed to take it's place. Eventually, he fought
with his unstrung bow, using it almost like a staff to parry and
thrust, trying to keep the horde back. But it was a relentless tide,
and just as Caligula failed to defeat Poseidon, so too did Sage
fail to defeat the sea of Zombies.
As he fell, the pain of his injuries was nothing to
the pain of his failure. The bow slipped from his grasp as his flesh
was torn away by ragged hands, he collapsed, bloodied lips moaning
prayers as he tried to make his peace before death. His vision blurred
but he still raised his arms to fight off the crowd about him. Suddenly,
to his dizzy surprise, he found his strength returning slowly. His
grasping fingers fell on wood and recognized the haft of his bow
which he clutched fiercely. The press of bodies about him began
to lessen, and he blinked as sight returned to him. Soon he was
able to stand and the dizzying agony of his torn and broken flesh
receded into nothing. Looking down at his hands & arms, he saw
a subtle greenish tinge to his skin, his body covered in terrible
wounds. Sage realized that he was beyond death, but not like the
Zombies around him... for his reason and self were intact within
his dead body. Slowly, he did the only thing he could think to do,
and gathered his arrows from the Zombies he'd felled. Sage resumed
his post, waiting for the war party whilst watching the undead milling
aimlessly amongst the trees.
He reached back into his quiver, and continued the
The sound of moaning reached the coming warriors first,
and they then saw a figure through the mist of the veil. It was
noble Sage, pulling back his bow incentaurly fast, firing volleys
of arrows with breathtaking speed which were felling the hungry
dead who had smelled the incoming war party and were advancing for
the feast. Bemused, they galloped forward to join the faithful guardian
in taking down the Zombies, but it wasn't till the last fell that
they realized Sage looked very similar to the dead around them.
As they raised their weapons he called out to them; "Hold, friends!
I am not like those things... I fell, but the goddess granted my
prayers." He explained that whilst his body was undead, his mind
lived on and that he would remain at his post, if only they would
ensure his supply of arrows. And so it was agreed, and Sage remained
at his post to guard his world from ours, full of new strength and
Because of his dilligence and dedication, he became
our Sagittarius in The Zombie Zodiac.
The Sagittarius Survivor
Whilst you would expect the Sagittarius survivor to be the rock
of any group, their actually more likely to be loners or in very
small groups of less than 5 people. Prizing their independence
above all things, they are always craving adventure and never
happier than when exploring - to the extent that they will leave
a group that isn't active enough for them. Positive even in the
face of adversity, they're also kind-hearted, agreeable and honest.
In fact, there's very little not to like about the Sagittarian
The Sagittarius Zombie
You won't find the Sagittarius zombie standing around aimlessly,
if they're not engaged with something their likely just to wander
off and never look back. They don't seem to get attached to groups
or places, and it's more a fear of boredom than hunger that drives
them. If you're being hunted by a Sagittarius zombie, get yourself
some place where they can't get to you quickly. For if they can't
get to you within a short time, they will move off in search of
quicker caught prey. Not because they're lazy, but because they
want immediate results.