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| Kemi | Sun Nov 30, 2008 4:05 pm Post #1 |
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Dusk was approaching. Two cloaked figured stood upon the plains and looked upon the village. This would be the test of their strength, their army. Raising one arm into the air a staff was raised as well. Dark energy swirled around it and gave unnatural life to every corspe within a good mile. It was beyond naturally powerful for someone. That would just add to their army already created. The undead minions stood behind them, mindless and under complete control. The order that was to be given was to destroy the village of Kellen at any cost. The army swarmed forward uncaringly under their order to destroy. They moved around the two men who just watched as everything moved according to plan. A dark day was coming in the dawn. But tonight the zombies are aboard. They marched towards the village at a soldier speed, not in any hurry nor slowing down for anything in their path ether. They would be upon the village in a few minutes, being spotted before arriving, that was going to happen for sure. Being stopped before arriving, that was a completely different question. ___ Evals tossed in the bed she had rented for the night. Why she slept she didn't care, just did anyways. She awoke with a scream, another nightmare had struck her. Well, not another one. It was one of the same one, her family being killed before her, her own death. It all came back to her too clearly. Why won't it just leave her alone? Memories, they won't die. She would rather have her brain rot out of her skull than continue to have these nightmares, though that wouldn't do much. Her mind was connected to her revived split soul so if she was missing her head completely she would still be able to think. She left all of her stuff in the room besides the Musfa which had jumped onto her shoulders when she woke up, she put her shoes on and walked down the hallway. She wouldn't be sleeping again and just went outside. It would be much better than trying to do something she didn't need to do. Once outside, the undead girl looked around and noticed there were some people still out, the sun only just went down a while ago. She was sleeping half of the day anyways, not like she needed anymore. Walking around she stopped when she spotted some figures coming into the village. The soldiers there tried to stop them but were overwhelmed soon enough. They would need reinforments. Evals curiously jogged towards them and folded her hands and put them to her cheek. "Other zombies~!" she squealed to herself quietly. She hadn't seen one in a long time, maybe they were friendly. Going over to one she inspected it, maybe. "Umm, hello?" she said, it ignored her talking and came towards her. She moved to the side slowly when it swung it's hand at her. It tried again she continued to move back. She gave it a confused look. More of them came and they started to surround her. She stopped and for some reason feeling scared she screamed out in fear like a five year old girl and ran from them. She didn't have any of her weapons, she could only assume they shared her physical strength. Hiding in an alley way from the other undead she found herself confused. They had stopped following her and went onto other people. "Well, that wasss embarrasssing..." she said to herself assuming this was the end for Kellen if something interesting didn't happen. Oh what fun this would have been if she wasn't going to be targeted as well. The musfa had changed shoulders and was clicking some sort of noise trying to talk. The undead girl ignored it and knew she would end up helping this town in some sort of way. Plot OOC: Note, the zombies will attack everyone no matter what they are. Good, Evil, Monkey, Panda, talking Playstation3. Just an fyi. So feel free to join to ether help the zombies without being attacked yourself, watch the invasion, or fight them off. For now the zombies are going to seem endless so kill as many as you want. |
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Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:18 am Post #2 |
 
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((Translate here if your char doesn't know drowish. Just copy/paste the speech.)) The man's own sword slid from his body, covered in blood as the corpse thudded to the pine boards that made up the floor. Three stories up, the eyes of the mayor's village were glazed over and a look of pleading was permanently frozen on his dead face. The sword clattered to the ground as his murderer sneered down at him, taking pleasure in the third execution of value that would gain him one step closer to achieving his present goal: surpassing the rank of Acolyte to become a Priest of Calh'ca'dorr'nar. As fat and wealthy as the second murder of value, the mayor had secretly dealt in magic and weaponry with local bandits' guilds. Now those guilds would have to be dealt with as well, but that would happen in time. When the major guild in this country realized their competition had been eliminated, they would be happy to do business with the drow. Glancing at the severed hand right hand as he turned, Rorschach stepped away from the corpse of the mayor. His boots made not a sound as he trod across the bedchamber's bare wood floor, but had they done so, the sound would have stopped suddenly as the pointed, elongated ears of the dark elf caught a strange sound indeed: the sound of the mayor's body moving. Slowly, he turned back. He had not bothered to clean his bloody mace - there was no reason to - but perhaps it would gain more than blood for decor this evening. The body stirred as though pulled by unseen strings, rising to its feet. Its slow, jerky movements quickly smoothed out as it shuffled hesitantly toward the drow, whose purple eyes now narrowed dangerously. Someone was playing at necromancy. Fortunately, there was one sure target on a zombie that would kill it (or rekill it, rather) instantly: the head. Without thought, Rorschach's iron mace swung hard and fast toward the monster's head. The sickening sound it made upon impact was nothing to the pleasurable thud of the zombie's corpse against the hardwood floor a second time. As he stood over the corpse once more, staring at it to make sure it didn't move again, he heard a scream. His head whipped around and he spun on his heels to face the south window, through which the scream had resounded in the still night air. He saw the buildings next to this one, the hotel in the distance, the street below the window; he saw the waning crescent moon and the stars that twinkled beyond reach of the heavens that mortals dwelt upon so humbly and philosophically. He saw nothing else at first, but he had a feeling that he soon would. Before someone came in, though, it was high time he left. He slipped into the shadows, through the door, and down the stairs to the second story of the mayor's wealthy country mansion... |
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| Deathseiryu | Sun Dec 14, 2008 12:08 am Post #3 |
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(OOC: If there's ever a disagreement with one of my posts, feel free to ask me to change something.) As Long sat in the tree, he wrapped himself with his wings, attempting to warm his body up. The nights were bitter and cold and Long didn't have enough money to stay at an inn. Reaching through his bag, Long pulled out a small hunk of dried and salted beef. Biting off a small chunk, Long placed the beef back into his backpack and slowly began to savor the taste while thinking I'm running out of food, I'm going to have to hunt or fish tomorrow. I should try and fill the bag with some fruits while I'm at it. I could probably trade them for something... A passing breeze brought a foul smell through Long's wings. Swallowing the beef, Long brought a hand up to his nose, attempting to block out the smell. "Blood? And the smell of graveyard dirt...could it be?" In a single motion, Long unfurled his wings and took off from the tree's branch, rapidly ascending above the tree. Once Long reached a distance far above the tree's branches he squinted and peered around the surrounding area before confirming his suspicion. Far to the left of him, near the town was, "Undead...damn it all, so much for a calm night." Flapping his wings, Long began his way towards the town. Loosening the dagger that was sheathed within his left arm's sleeve, Long angled his path, heading to the side of the road that the zombies were taking. Flapping a few more times, Long flipped in the air and dived straight ahead towards a few zombies. The dagger came loose into Long's hand before slice through the necks of two zombies. Inside the second zombie, it became trapped in part of the spine and Long's dive turned into a circling mayhem of blood. Kicking out, Long knocked a few more zombies (and chunks of their head) away before yanking the dagger out and flying straight upwards once again. "Oh by the gods, what is this?!" Ahead of Long and behind him, a giant mass of the undead flooded forward towards the town. They had even begun to take parts of the forest far from the town, and those that died almost instantly joined their ranks. "Trying to fight this many by myself is futile, even the army has begun to be taken over..." An idea suddenly burst into Long's head and he flew back to town. Landing near the town's shop, Long burst in and faced a spear that threatened to poke out his eyes. Slowly pushing the spear aside, Long looked the shopkeeper in the eyes, "I need anything flammable and a lit torch. Preferably, seperated from each other...for the moment." |
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| Seth | Sun Dec 14, 2008 12:28 am Post #4 |
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He'd been sitting in the inn, playing his violin for small change when the noises began. Moaning, a girl's scream- Was that a five year old?- and then the sudden smell of death. It didn't seem to perturb him, oddly. "Seems there's a zombie invasion going on," he muttered quietly, while storing his violin back in its case. "Would you make sure this doesn't get damaged? I can't afford to replace it again," he said, throwing it to the surprised innkeeper, who barely caught it in time as Seth went to the door. He grabbed an average-looking wooden staff, then, bracing against the cold, he walked out the door. I really need to buy myself a coat, he mused, and some new shoes, too. His clothes were thin, and his shoes were falling apart as they were. Still, the cold didn't bother him much, and he could care less for his physical appearance. His hair, though messy, was clean, and that was all that mattered. Looking upon the mass of zombies, he had to sigh to himself. It wasn't technically fighting if he was casting nothing but healing spells, was it? And they were already dead, so they couldn't be harmed... Their souls needed to be free, that was certain. So, damning his pacifistic nature, Seth focused on one zombie that was walking towards an alleyway. Chanting almost musically to himself, he lifted a hand that was encased in a bright green-blue aura. A moment later, the zombie recoiled, as if struck, the Greater Heal taking effect on it. He ran towards the creature, blocking off the alleyway from it while it moaned in agony, and finally noticed that there was someone behind him. A girl? Yes, it was a girl. "Are you all right?" he asked, not taking in her details right away. He hadn't noticed that she was undead yet. Still, there was something kind and calm about his voice, despite the impending zombie rampage. Of course he didn't have the luxury of waiting long for an answer, as the zombie he had attacked earlier swung at him with its fist. He dodged around it, for they were indeed slow, but he couldn't retaliate physically. It was going too much against his nature, and even using Heal had done him some mental anguish. |
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| Kemi | Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:28 am Post #5 |
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Evals had started to calm down a bit and thought of something interesting to do in her own defense. She could care less about this town, well, then she wouldn't have any company, though most of them disliked her after they found out she was dead. The undead girl could only start to assume people were blaming her for this as well, like she was some kind of marker. Her arms wrapped around her knees as she hugged them thinking, she didn't want to be blamed for things she didn't do. If she did cause this, she wouldn't have been attacked and she would take full credit for it. Before long the zombie had come up with a plan to get her weapons inside of the Inn and destroy the invaders, she otherwise would watch the place burn, but thinking about it, that would be no fun at all. Destroying some crappy mindless zombies would be a little bit fun. In her thoughts someone had came along and blocked off the alley way and was fighting the zombie there, or something. She almost didn't hear him but shook her head free of thoughts. Standing up she looked at him with a smirk. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanksss." she said sounding grateful, that zombie would have snuck up on her if he didn't come, so she was thankful for his concern and help. She walked up to him and quickly planted her foot into the zombie, she tilted herself so it was a side kick. She withdrew her foot and the zombie there had broken off as his stomach caved in, he fell back and tumbled a bit into a ball and his limbs ripped off from her strength. "Ok, if you can just help me get back into the Inn I can get my weaponsss and do a lot more damage than just that." Evals said, she was prepared already to fight them off with just her strength itself, though the zombies there would share if, though less intelligent if stuck, almost the same effect as what she just did. |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:02 am Post #6 |
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The cold air bothered the drow not at all in his cloak, for it was thick and well-made; despite its age (nearly as old as Rorschach himself), it was holding up rather nicely. He had checked a window on the second floor before heading down the last staircase. Now he stared out from the shadows of the old house as the zombies got closer and closer to the village. He wouldn't be surprised if they had already entered it; as it were, the farms and ranches outside the village seemed as dangerous as the old house. He supposed he could keep himself boarded up for the night, but he wasn't stupid. Someone had raised this army and sent it against the village; that much was obvious. Even an idiot would have known that the house would not have stood forever, and if it had, whomever had raised these zombies would not have let one single person live. Darting through the shadows into an alleyway, Rorschach saw some kind of winged creature land across the street and rush into a shop. Undoubtedly, the shop keeper was already long-sleeping, but it didn't matter; Rorschach was not pleased. Anyone with wings typically meant bad news for people like Rorschach, epsecially angels. This was getting a lot worse by the minute. Cursing fit to make a sailor go sober, albeit in his own language, he darted down the alleyway and was six blocks away in no time at all. It was then he noticed just how close to the village they were: they were already inside it. A solid wall of them was coming toward Rorschach now. He'd need the rooftops to get the advantage here; fortunately, there were many chimnesy and oddly-shaped structures atop the houses here to provide sufficient cover. Now he just needed a way up... ...bingo. Using a drainage pipe as a rope, he quickly scaled the wall and was on the rooftop by the time the zombies reached the alleyway. Some of them turned into the alley, but they were in folly; Rorschach was no longer there. He was on the move. Three houses later, he stopped to watch the progression of the undead. That stench was bad enough, but the fact that he was not the one to kill these people irked him; if his master would just give him the power he needed...but no. He understood that he had to prove himself. No matter. For now, he would just survive... |
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| Ronnoc | Sun Dec 14, 2008 4:09 am Post #7 |
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Ronnoc was walking along a small path in the woods on his way to Norwood Village. As Ronnoc continued to walk he decided to look around. To his surprise; there were beautiful stars in the sky. It was hard for Ronnoc to see them, for the trees got in the way. Ronnoc was becoming hungry and decided he would have to stop and eat somewhere. He stood there gazing at the stars and finally pulled out a map. After scanning the map for awhile he descided to stop at the village of kellen.He started walking and began to grow tired. When the path started to split there were two little signs pointed towards norwood village and village of kellen. He took the path of kellen and continued to walk. Ronnoc noticed the fowl stench of rotting flesh. He saw the village in the distance along with a mob of what seemed like Zombies and 2 cloaked men standing a bit further away from the crowd. He thought that there was something wrong ~despite the zombies and mysterious men~ and un folded his wings. His very light hooded cape flew up showing his clothing and 2 large wings shot out. With a leap Ronnoc began to fly. After a short span of time he was over the mob of zombies and saw 2 figures in an allyway. He began to fly closer to the ground and after pulling out his want he began shooting magic missles ~taking the shape of black blasts with purple lightning~ and said "sjach nlgnos". After The blasts hit parts of the crowd small explosions began to erupt amungst the zombies. After there was a small distance between the Zombies and the figures he flew down in the allyway. He saw the two people, one with a rotting face and the other with gold/silver skin. After moving toward the tip of the ally, making sure zombies wouldn't approach, He shot more magic missels at the Zombies that were in sight. While shooting he began to speak still fighting and said "Hey are you two alright? I'm Ronnoc. Where did these zombies come from and why are they so obsessed with storming the village?" Ronnoc shot some more bolts; with his hood still on to conceal he was half dragon, And pulled in his wings fast hoping they didn't notice. He focused on the zombies waiting for an answer. He only though 'why do these rest spots end up so crazy?'..... (sorry i have bad grammer even though i am working on it.... hope its understandable.) |
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| Seth | Sun Dec 14, 2008 6:03 pm Post #8 |
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Of course, he hadn't expected the display of power from the girl he had helped. Nor had he expected her to be undead, for the reek of the other zombies had overpowered her own. Still, it made no difference to him; He had stranger friends- if they could be called that- and some were technically undead. What mattered at the moment was saving the village, and he intended to help however he could. "Yes, all right; let's go," he said, and was about to step out of the alley when something caught his ear. A swoosh, a landing; the noise drew Seth's attention to the back of the alley. Bolts of magic flew past him, striking the zombies, as he saw two wings hurriedly folded under a cloak. An angel? Demon? The possibilities were far too numerous, but he didn't care to think on it. The man was an ally, that was good, and he answered, "I'm Seth, and I think we're both fine. I have no idea where these things came from, nor why they are suddenly attacking." |
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| Deathseiryu | Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:05 pm Post #9 |
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Bursting out of the shop, Long carried a pile of oil-soaked ropes and a lit torch between his two hands. Shielding the ropes from the ember of the torch with his wings, Long stopped as he turned the corner of the street. The zombies had already managed to enter the town and were swarming through the streets. Opening his wings, Long took to the skies, carefully positioning the lit torch far behind the ropes. "I hope I can make it back in time..." Long flew towards the exit of the town, and as he passed it he saw just how badly the town was infested. The townspeople were already fleeing from the other exits and their homes were being destroyed. The few unfortunate souls that were caught immediately joined the ranks of the undead. Shaking his head, Long continued moving far past the gates from which the zombies were entering. Reaching a distance from the town, Long dived down towards the clumps of undead, all armed in the town guard's uniform. Lighting the ropes, Long tosses them onto the ground and then abruptly turned upwards, narrowly missing a hand that grabbed at his legs. Whew, that would have ended badly... Rising above the road, Long saw the grass around the zombies begin to light up in a wonderfully warm blaze. The blaze quickly overtook the zombies, spreading onto the zombies which only spread it more by bumping into each other. Peering at the torch still in his right hand, Long saw that it still had a small flame flickering on and off in the wind caused by his wings. Long slipped the dagger from his arm and began to cut off a one of his shirts and then tore it off. Breaking the torch in half, Long wrapped the shirt around the new torch and touched them together. The torch flared into life once again. Flying back towards the town, Long tossed the torch to his left, igniting the forest on fire. "It's a good thing I'm not some nature lover." Landing on the roof of a building, Long observed how far his fires had spread. The flames had begun to engulf a large portion of the zombies, practically obliterating the rear half of the invasion. But the town had already been taken over, zombies walking through every street and home in the first half of town. Large blasts of colorful lightning blasted in a section of the town, attracting a large horde of the zombies. Quickly flying over to the source, Long saw a small group of people trapped in an alleyway, two of them using spells and one beating down zombies hand-to-hand. "I was hoping to avoid lightning the town of fire...oh well." Flying into the alleyway, Long tossed the torch over the rooftop and down the street zombies were coming from. Flying above the heads of the survivors below him, Long shouted over the noise of his wings, "The road should be safe for a moment! Hurry up and get out of there!" Gripping his dagger, Long watched the last torch slowly grow on the street. (OOC: I basically lit three things on fire. The road to the village, the forest near the village and now a section of the village. Yay fire!) |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:42 pm Post #10 |
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Slipping across rooftops as the horizon slowly turned from an almost blackish blue hue into a deep purple one, and then into a very dark pink, Rorschach watched as the zombie army moved slowly through the village. They broke down doors, three or four at a time at least, and barged into houses to waken and kill the inhabitants. They mangled random people just coming out to open up their stalls or head to their shops for the day's work. They killed, they maimed, they wreaked havoc...it sounded like something a drow would have done, only a drow would have done it better and faster. Fortunately, zombies were too stupid to realize what was happening to them. One by one, tiles were wrenched loose from the houses. Chosen at random, they were flung with precision down to the undead below, sticking out from their now-dead skulls as they fell. Finding a part of the village untouched by zombies as yet, he slipped into the central square and slipped into the inn. It was just opening and knew nothing of the zombie attack as yet. Ignoring the few people milling about, Rorschach headed upstairs. He'd rented a room for the night at this inn, but now that his job was completed, he no longer needed it. Once in his room, he made it seem as though he'd slept there in the night. The workers in the inn would simply think he'd gone out early for something and now come back. Then again, they might not live long enough to make that a true statement; pretty soon, they might not be able to think anything - especially with what the drow was planning. Dumping oil on the bed, he took a candle and lit it. Then he ducked out and leaped through a window at the end of the hall, using a stolen curtain as a rope. Dropping the curtain, he slipped to the other side of the square to watch. The fire would draw in the zombies because of the light, but any stupid enough to go near it would be burned alive. And if the rest of the village was burned? All the better, of course. |
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| Kemi | Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:45 pm Post #11 |
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Evals was about to just head forward before something landed near them. She gave it a death glare as it casted magic on the zombies, something like that didn't need to be dropping from the skies down upon them. After he finished talking she pointed firmly at him and spoke out harshly. "Silence Mortal." With that fire started to burn around the area, what now? She didn't exactly like fire burning things apart. She was highly ignitable as well, her skin could catch a fire like a Human a head cold. "Yeah, now the zombies attacking us are just going to be on fire! Thanks a lot!" she said knowing they the zombies weren't going to stop until they were burnt too nothing but ash, if they would even happen. She tossed another zombie that came near her, one that hadn't been touched by fire yet. Going across the street she ran through the horedes of zombies. Entering the Inn Evals ran upstairs, ignoring the zombies that were already inside the building as much as she could. Once she got to her room the upstairs of the buliding was completely empty. Going into the room she had grabbed her boots and put them on as well as grabbing her mace and putting her claws by her side. Crashing a window open she looked down into the swarm of the zombies. The building was then ignited into fire on the other side as well, what was going on around here? She jumped and swung her mace towards the ground causing a crash and a small crator. The undead walking there were shattered into bits and pieces. She looked at the swarm around her. "Now, this is going to be some fun." she said swinging her mace upwards in an arc crushing the zombies in front of her before bringing it downwards. She continued to fight off the zombies around here even though the numbers seemed endless. |
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| Ronnoc | Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:21 am Post #12 |
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Ronnoc watched as all of the zombies in sight were falling after being struck by magic missiles. The numbers of the zombies seemed to increase after shooting. Ronnoc listened to the girl zombie call him a mortal. Ronnoc immediatly stopped shooting missles and jumped back muttering to himself "I wish...." Ronnoc looked up and saw the Girl chuck a Zombie like it was a paper-weight. She then ran across the street into a hotel and minutes later she busted through a window landing on the ground and crushing the th ground with her mace. Almost seconds later she started to pummel other zombies in her way. Ronnoc saw as the fire increased on the street and it got closer. Ronnoc said to the Celetial being "Come here and get on my back! Trust me i won't harm you! This can save us from that fire!"(yelling this so Seth can hear over the crackling of the fire and not to mention the distance between them.) After speaking(yelling) Ronnoc caught a glimpse of something jumping from building to building. The figure was musculer and had a mace figure in its hand. As it moved around Ronnoc got a better glimpse seing it had ears and a dark skin color. The only thing that came to mind was 'Drow, The Dark Elves'. He then looked back at Seth saying "I think there is a Drow on his way over here. He is jumping on buildings! Hurry over here and we might get out of this fire and avoid that drow!" Ronnoc could only wait on the increasing fire and for Seth to come over. His only thoughts were avoiding the fire, avoiding the drown, and getting out of the wrechid village of kellen.... |
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| Seth | Wed Dec 17, 2008 11:12 pm Post #13 |
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Oddly, Seth remained eerily calm throughout everything, following Evals until he stood next to her. He had taken just a moment to get his violin out of the now-burning inn (wondering how it had caught fire in the first place, along with about half the rest of the area) before calling out to Ronnoc, "I'll be fine! Get yourself to safety." He held a hand in front of him, causing a glowing, circular, golden shield to spring to life. It kept the zombies away rather effectively, at least from the front, as it was at least as tall as Seth himself and three times as wide. He payed no attention to the drow, he didn't seem to be harming anyone- aside from the zombies, anyway. He never had been one to judge by race. Still, Seth couldn't quite believe what was happening. The whole village of Kellen would likely be overrun, and despite their best efforts, there didn't seem to be an end to the zombies in sight. Perhaps if they could only find and stop the summoners... But no, even if they managed to oust the zombies, that would still leave the blazing inferno that had somehow erupted. |
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| Deathseiryu | Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:22 pm Post #14 |
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Long watched as the fighters inside the alley escaped, steadily increasing his ascent above the town's fire. Although it had stopped and burned many of the zombies, there were still a good number that emerged from the flames and continued on their way to destroy the town. "Damn, seems all I did was make things worse...maybe I should leave. Or should I stay and help?" While debating on this decision, Long continued to watch the several stray fighters fighting off the zombies but slowly being pushed back. Slamming a fist into his palm, Long nodded and took off towards a section of town where a large number of the zombies were yet to reach. Standing on top of a church's rooftop, Long leaned against the bell and fell backwards. Landing with a thump on the floor next to the bell, it began to ring, nearly blowing out Long's eardrums. Covering up his eyes with his hands, Long looked at the street and saw that the swarm of zombies was attempting to squeeze past each other through the narrow street and head towards the church. Flying on top of the church's bell, Long swung it back and forth swinging it further and further until the bell began to swing violently and dangerously. Watching from atop the bell, Long waited for the zombies to reach the church's entrance and then began to cut away at the rope that bound the bell. Several seconds passed and while Long cut away at the ropes with his dagger, the zombies began to work at the church doors. With a final cut the bell came loose and flew forward, pushed even further by Long's kick away from it, and then slammed into a building across the street. The bell fell down in the street, crushing several zombies and blocking off the path for the zombies. Long stood in the air, watching the zombies attempt to destroy and push the bell and move forward. A smile grew on his face as he flew away towards the center of the town, knowing they would not succeed. Standing at the center, Long pulled out his dagger and waited, sitting patiently on the statue, noticing several warriors below him, Long yelled at them. "This is the only large entrance left for the zombies to come through! One route is on fire, the other blocked! Watch for the smaller roads and I'll take care of this one!" And as he waited a thought echoed in his head, Big words, but will you live up to them? |
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Fri Dec 19, 2008 9:02 pm Post #15 |
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The drow moved steadily along the rooftops, making his way closer and closer to the edge of the city. The inn had burned to the ground now, the fire still blazing - but somehow, it had turned inward instead of fanning out. Perhaps it was because there was little wind tonight. No matter. The fire had only been a hopeful ruse at best, and he knew that. He hoped the people inside were dead, though; he hated those filthy human pests. They were always meddling in everything without fully understanding anything. At one building, however, he was forced to stop. There were a number of zombies on the rooftops. Cursing vile curses in drowish, he realized that some of them must have been either remembered or, more likely, been taught how to climb. Either way, this was going to be a problem. The rooftops were no longer completely safe. Fortunately, he had spells to deal with them. He cast Halt Undead and rushed toward them, sweeping his mace in a wide arc to throw them completely off-balance. That done, he leaped to another rooftop and continued his sojourn. As he glanced about him during his rooftop flight from the city, he realized that more and more zombies were starting to climb the buildings all around him. He had plenty of mana left for a large number of spells, but this was going to start getting very troublesome very soon. As he was leaping another rooftop, he heard a bell go off. So, there was finally some kind of alarm ringing throughout the city. About bloody time. These filthy inbred humans were always slow to do anything of any real value, so he wasn't incredibly surprised that it had taken them this flaming long to ring the flaming bell. Then he heard shouting about some kind of clear path being protected. He could see the bell in the distance; that angel from earlier seemed to be up there. Well, that explained the shouting. Angels were never quiet about anything, or so he'd heard from the foul tales he'd heard about the monsters. He continued moving, though, for he wasn't about to be caught in a sea of zombies if he could avoid it... |
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