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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:13 pm
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The lich king had spent the majority of the battle standing far back, spreading what he could to aid his uyndead army from the far. CUrse ranging from mundain misshaps to natural disasters of the biblical variety. Guns of whole platoons jaming, misfiring, or even exploding in the hands of their weilders. A few of the lone remenants of buildings topling spontaniously and crushing groups. Raining mildly acidic blood which began to wear away on the clones senses. Granted his favorite was when he masfired a flooding hex , targeting a patch of raised ground instead of a depresion; the ground did not flood, but instead gave way to loose mud which sank anyone up to their ebows before quickly drying them in place... the ground eventualy bacem stained with red and littered with bones picked clean.
"Hermit, comand them to focus their attacks to reaching the sumoners." said the Lich before stepping sideways into a portal
"As you wish" said the skull, scutling off to the perimietr of the fray where the injured and incapacitated lay in aggony, waiting for their fate to overtake them. He sent out the comand, and the undea began to push their efforts on the inwardmost point of their advance. "And I supose he won't mind in this instance..." the skull snaped its white teeth, and the runes sudenly turned a dark red. But there was no aparent instantaious result.
Cu, on the other hand, had been having a dogs day out in the butchershop, so to speak. The large beast was hiot plenty, to be sure, but its volitile body made it into a far greater danger to its attackers. Every time its ashen hide was punctured, the dog let forth an involintary blast of heat, incinerating the source, and any so unlucky to be close enough.
However, such blasts were wearing on the stability of the creature, and it had slowly been forced along the front lines to the gathering of sumoners. Its body mostly collapsed. Still, just inside the mobile cloud of ash was a veritbile firestorm, pumeling any who entered with the blunt ends of bones, and the sharp tearing of claws and fangs, and singing every availible surface like the roaring flames of the crematorium. Still as time went on, cu could noi longer maintain even mobility, and settled itself as a whirling deathtrap between the two toppled skyscrapers, traping any who tried to make their way between rocks, and a very hot place.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:47 pm
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((No, the zombies are on our side. Their trying to push through so they can suround the sumoners and block all incoming attacks))
The LIch apeared in the direct viccinity of the suomoners, and cast his gave out over the huge clusters of the clone forces. He began laughing hoarsly as he watched their advance.
"YOu know, I think all of you should really SLOW down." he said, throwing out a wave of curse at the front lines. THeir movements slowed to a snails pace, but still it was only the front lines. THis of course caused some problems as other clones became anctious and pushed past their comrades, triping up the whole line and causing a massive pile up of people.
"My, so hasty, you could all cool off, as I see it." siad the lich letting out a long sigh, which seemed to take the form of a mist, a mist which thickened as it went, growing into a long fog bank which surouned the sumoners... freezing the ground around them with a thick sheet of ice. The Lich was just on the outside.
And now, the lich had run to his last curse, his most powerfull by far though... "He turned, looking towards his distant army, and, reaching inside his robe pulled out his long sacrificial knife. "Well, I'm afriad I'm quite out of puns at the moment, but this last curse... well, its horible enough." he plunged the knife into his sternum, which gave out a loud crack, "to make your heart stop." he plunged his thin hand into the hole in his chest and removed a small shrivled mass, the lich's long mumified heart. The second it touched the air, it crumbled to dust, which, caried by a sparatic breves, snaked its way towards his army.
The fine particles entered the lungs of the clones which stood inbetween. Even one particle was enough, it entered from their lungs into their blood stream, and from there into their heart. And, suddenly, the entire line holding off the undead was dead...
well, not entirely. The particles all caried an especialy strogn taint of negative energy, so the clones that had worked so valiantly (as the saw it" were now amongst the ranks of the undead.
BLack lines tracing the veins on their faces, the moved quickly to either hold off their moments ago allies, or to speed their unliving breatheren to their defensive posts.
The corpse soldiers quickly formed a second ring outside of the mist, while the Lich toppled backwards, drained of much of his negative energy and magical powers.
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:34 pm
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". . .ORBIS NIHILUM!" The seven summoners halted, finished. The circle they had stood around glowed a bright purple before suddenly shrinking into a ring of purple fire roughly the size of a frisbee. "Angel Mark out," muttered Nihilian with a salute to Afos, "I still hate that name..." Six of the seven summoners faded into nothing as their summons wore off. Afos stood there, alone, for a second and surveyed the scene past the ring of undead that surrounded him. There were tiny empty patches where some people continued to try to fight off the clones, but they were shrinking fast. The clones had already hit the patch of ice around the undead and they were far more intelligent than normal clones, letting the ones with fire spells go first along with the Ace Shooter clones in Ice Serpent form. Hell, they even worked as teams, a large group of Kaori clones, turning into a collection of mirrors redirecting all of Saito's energy attacks into the Jarian Justice Serv-bots and the Hunter Mechs. Hell, the battle looked lost, and it was. The clones reached the undead and began swarming over them. Afos N. Sem reached down and tapped the tiny purple disk as he picked it up from the ground. For a second, nothing happened. The clones overcame the far smaller force of the undead and readied their weapons at Afos. And then, a purple shockwave erupted from the disk, not knocking anything back like a normal shockwave, but partially disrupting gravity and causing the skyscrapers in the area to crumble and tumble slowly towards the ground. With the purple disk firmly in hand, Afos leaped into the air and landed on the last of the Jhand that remained with him. It, in turn, throw him up into the air. His feet touched down on a large chunk of tumbling skyscraper and he was running before he had even fully landed. When he reached the end of the segment, he leaped to the next, and the next, and the next. His path took him in a winding path towards the Airship. His feet hit the deck and gravity resumed its normal course. The massive chunks of skyscraper all hurtled to the ground, and the airship was unreachable again.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 8:36 pm
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