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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 15, 2009 20:17:39 GMT -6
Theian sighs, "Why did I expect that? If one of us is injured, we'll blame the axemen with worms-for-brains." He unseathes his blade and decapitates a nearby zombie as he runs. "Oi! LET'S GO!!!"
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Post by Jya on Dec 15, 2009 20:46:20 GMT -6
The sudden burst from Lyar was hardly welcome, but she stayed way more confident than she did. Jya had probably no more hope than before, but she followed Lyar anyways. Staying here didn't resolve anything and she had grown impatient especially when more of those things came and gone. Taking hold of her blade, she ran behind Theian, following the giant's path of havoc. Whatever happened, the only humane thought that remained was, hopefully Valorian had made it out.
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Post by Kynlis on Dec 16, 2009 10:57:37 GMT -6
Seeing the others take off, Kynlis cursed. "Wait a sec!" she yelled. She turned to Clair and Corona. "Come on, we need to try to stay with them." Kynlis readied her bow and began following the path made by the big axe guy.
Seeing one of the creatures coming up behind the forward group heading for the girl, Kynlis loosed her arrow, managing, by pure luck, seeing as both her target and her were moving, to take the thing in the head, felling it.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 16, 2009 21:54:27 GMT -6
Something dangerous was happening. A red glow scorched the destroyed buildings as the air heated. Clair hurried after the others and followed the path the others had blazed.
As the she trailed the group with Corona, She spotted Morgoth over a ways. A dread seemed to linger near him, perhaps the work of the malevolent magics he worked... Despite the cloud of darkness around him, he was an ally.
She called out to him. "Morgoth! the city is going to burn again!"
She figured he would know what that meant: destruction on a massive scale. It was unlikely anyone- or thing- would survive this scouring of the city.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 17, 2009 0:15:02 GMT -6
Richter dashed towards the gate among the fleeing soldiers. The unfortunate were caught and eaten or roasted alive by burning debris. Dodging the fiery hell falling from above, he jumped behind the ruined wall of a house, using it as cover. A giant fireball fell from the sky, striking the ground and incinerating a number of men and zombies. The flames washed over the wreckage Richter was ducking under, leaving him unharmed. "Such power," Richter thought. "The Prophet has the power to burn a city to the ground with such ease, and all he can do is evil. I need that power. The Prophet should die and suffer in the same fire he used to torch Ostia. I can't let his cruelty go unpunished."
Taking heed of a small lull in the bombardment, Richter emerged from cover and continued his dash for the gate. A zombie emerged from behind a large piece of debris, its body on fire. As it grabbed Richter, its flames lit his cape on fire. Richter struggled with the undead's weight, tossing it off of him and bringing his sword down upon it like a cleaver, chopping its head in two. He ripped off the burning cloth and continued his sprint out of the city. He could see the gates of Ostia. He was almost out.
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Post by Lyar on Dec 17, 2009 19:03:39 GMT -6
OOC: As Mavick is still grounded, at least to my knowledge, I'm going to pull him out of hell on earth, so if the mods do not approve of this, I'll change the post accordingly.
IC: As Lyar charged on through, other soldiers watched him barrel down the alleyways and down streets, only stopping to double back to check his group, or dash into the remnants of a house to find his brother Mavick or something like that. However he found no such luck. Nevertheless, he continued with a vigor not as many people had, but seeing him keep going encouraged some soldiers left behind by the others to join him in the dash to the gate, working with him to fend off some of the walking dead, using Lyar as some sort of Rallying Point.
Lyar just figured he had made new friends, before shouting back to Jya and Co,"Come on guys! Let's keep going!" a spear man behind him was wrestled to the ground by one of the zombies, but before it could do the soldier bodily harm, the lumox of an axemen came up and swung his axe down as if chopping wood: for a similar effect. The Spear man was lucky to be left unscatched from such a reckless approach, before nodding in gratitude and pressing onward for the gates, as Lyar slowed his pace only slightly to be closer to his companions. However, he then turned his head to see part of a purple cloak amongst rubble. Forgetting about his teammates, he steered himself away from the mini convoy of men and ran in it's direction, the spear man from before following behind. Arriving at the rubble, Lyar began to dig through, with the soldier guarding him back. The immature privateer found his brother, unconcious (and luckily not bite by zombies), and slung him over his shoulder, "Ok, let's go!" Weighed down slightly by the weight of his little brother, he made his way back for the gate and the group, his new buddy tagging along.
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Post by Mavick on Dec 23, 2009 19:40:51 GMT -6
The miniature shaman supressed a smile as he felt a familiar tug and landed on a rather large suit of metal. Really, he was such a genius. Now, he didn't have to even walk, let alone fight. Once again, his plan had worked perfectly. Of course, they always did. It was good to be the smart one.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 23, 2009 19:54:23 GMT -6
Theian grabs a nearby zombie, slicks his head off, and throws it at the others, causing them to fall back. He notices the shaman, shrugs, and continues running. As they run past a water barrel, Theian stops, refills his canteen, takes a drink, and throws the barrel at the coming zombies before catching up to the group...
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Post by Lyar on Dec 23, 2009 20:00:11 GMT -6
Lyar, with Mavick and his little group of Etrurian buddies, soon made their way to, and then through, the gates of the burning wreckage, the giant dumb cow of a man stopping to watch as his other buddies were still heading to the gate, before unintentionally dropping his brother against a rock, then proceeded to slap the shaman across the face several times, all the while bellowing:
" BRUTHA! WAKE UP BRUTHA! NOW IS NOT SLEEPY TIME!"
His spear buddy and the other soldiers he'd help out couldn't help but snicker at the scene, as they had noticed Mavick was, in fact, awake, before they went back and joined the soldiers holding the line for the rest of the survivors to get out.
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Dec 23, 2009 20:19:10 GMT -6
Morgoth ran after Clair, ignoring the scratches he got from the Debris around him. He pocketed his tome and picked his way through the zombie infested area.I'm not going to draw attention to myself now, even if it means not killing. I will survive, especially after what just happened.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 23, 2009 20:23:47 GMT -6
BRUTHA! WAKE UP BRUTHA! NOW IS NOT SLEEPY TIME!"
That was the first thing Theian heard when he caught up to the group at the gates. A trail of blood and guts trailed behind him as he held a large bag in his hand. "O....kay... Hey guys! As I was running, I found out that some of these zombies have GOLD TEETH! So... I took these zombies, and I put them in this bag! Now, help me wrench their teeth out so we can cash in these babies!" He pulls out one zombie, who apparently was screaming, an cut its head off. Theian puts his hand in its mouth and tries to pull out the teeth. He gives up, and stuffs it back in the bag, which was now trying to run. "Say, Morgoth II." He walks up to Mavick. "What does the bite of a zombie do?" He extends his hand, and shows Mavick the bite he got from avenging the canteen. It was a sickly green, now, and was starting to swell a little...
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Post by Mavick on Dec 23, 2009 21:56:56 GMT -6
"WHA-OOF-OUCH-LYAR-OOF-STOP-ACK-HITTING-AAAAH-ME!"Mavick shrieked. He hated it when his plans went awry...Of course, they never did. This must have been his real plan all along. His subconcious planned this so he wouldn't get lazy. Yes, of course! He was brilliant! "I SAID ENOUGH!" he shreiked one final time, wacking his brother with his flux tomb. Picking himself up of the ground, the young shaman dusted himself off. "Bloody barbarian..." he muttered, giving his cheek a tender rub.
Mavick looked up at the man adressing him, his eyebrow twitching from the mans disrespecftul behavior. The shaman examined the wound for a moment, and shrugged. "A little disinfectant should cure it. I'd imagine those rotting corpses are loaded with diseases. If that doesn't work, try burning it off or cutting off your hand." he replied, the tone of his voice and facial expression indicating that he obviously couldn't care less about the swordsmans condition. "Now, if you two imbeciles don't mind, I have an army to run." Stepping around the swordsman, Mavick casually strolled off to the scene of the battle, tome in hand. "Come on, Lyar, get a move on." he called, waving for the behemoth of a brother to follow, not even looking back at him.
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Post by Lyar on Dec 23, 2009 22:08:48 GMT -6
"MAVICK! YOU IS ALIVE!" Lyar bellowed happily before putting the punitive practitioner of the dark arts in one of his patented Bearhugs (TM), and dragging him back to TGM and the others," HEY BRUTHA! THIS IS MY PAL BLUE HAIR GUY WITH BITE ON HAND! THIS IS BUDDY SPEAR GUY! AND COMING UP TO US ARE MY FRIENDS LITTLE BLACK HAIRED GIRL, BLOND GIRL, AND GIRL WITH FLYING PONY!" he waved his hands to the two before them, and those still headed for the gate, before something else crossed his mind,
"Hey brutha...can I have a flying pony too?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 23, 2009 22:19:52 GMT -6
Richter reached the gate when a zombie popped up in front of him. Not bothering to stop for the zombie or the barricade, Richter stabbed the abomination in the face, then leaped a wall of crates. In all the chaos, the only thing that was really required to get through the wall of soldiers was to be able to run past a zombie. One of the soldiers, one that had been under his command on the march to Ostia, saluted him as he dashed by. "Glad to see you alive, sir!" he said with a smile on his face. Richter saluted, still running, and made his way through the soldiers to the other side, many other soldiers still running with him.
Bloodied, bruised, and tired, Richter looked back at the gates, panting for breath. Brave soldiers still fought on to hold the line as the city burned in the background. Volleys of catapult fire and magic barraged the city with reckless abandon. When all was done, all that would be left of Ostia would be a hole in the ground. A once proud city would now lie in ruins as a reminder of the Prophet's cruelty.
Richter sheathed his sword as he worked his way through the refugees and soldiers that had made it out alive. While still the size of a significant force, many had died. As he walked, a loud commotion of shouts came from his right. Turning his head, he noticed a giant, blue haired man, but he wasn't the one talking. Near the man, he saw Theian clutching his hand, talking to an awfully short, purple haired person. Recognizing a familiar face, Richter approached him. "Makarn," he said as he walked up. "Good to see you're alive. Anybody else make it out with you?" Richter looked around. "Have you seen Clair? Or perhaps our short bishop?"
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Post by Lyar on Dec 23, 2009 22:37:05 GMT -6
Lyar turned when the stranger walked up to the trio, and beamed happily," Do you mean the girl with the flying pony?" The giant of a man, taller than Richter, asked while using his axe as a backscratcher over his armor (it's lyar nobody would understand his logic)," Yeah she and the rest of my buddies are right behind us, probably come in any second now." he beamed his innocent childish smile, before remembering he still had Mavick in a death grip, and let the small shaman fall from his arms," My name is Lyar, Ostian Privateer, and this is my brutha Mavick, tactician. How are you mister?"
Lyar had yet to realize that these people had come to wipe them from the face of the earth. The Spearman that Lyar had saved quickly tapped him on the shoulder,"You shouldn't say that aloud at this time, friend...Sir Richter, it is good to see you alive and well...don't let anything happen to them, sir." with a salute, the spearman departed to help his comrades.
OOC: Awesome NPC no more use.
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