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Summary: The undead horde attacks!
XP:P4, C4, M4, Z5
Tags:Within the ceremonial chamber of the funereal temple, the sounds of the Walker in Darkness's army can be faintly heard -- a cry goes up, and ten thousand feet can be heard clattering towards the door. Uncertain of the meaning of Cerin's statement, the other ambassadors seem confused and uncertain -- the true nature of the current events still shielded from them. The Mask holds out both hands and cracks his knuckles with a horrifying rattling sound.
- Cerin shimmers briefly as he he channels essence into his body, shadows swirling around him as he strengthens his defences further, finally, accompanied by a brillaint ring shinning on his forehead, a bow of sunlight with a thread of the shadows at midnight appears in his hands
- Zahara looks up, startled, then stands, legs shoulder-width apart, and raises her arms above her head, as she begins chanting, her castemark flares to brilliant life, the spark growing to a clear flame, until her very skin lights up, glowing like an ember fanned to life.
- Birds-of-Trinity , having already drawn her weapon, allows her anima to burst into smoky visibility. Her bird icon swirls about her a moment before subsiding; now she is wrapped in dark bands of energy, allowing her to move with consummate grace.
- Markuran knocks his chair to the floor as he stands, filling himself with sunlight until it blazes forth from his body in a torrent of light, outlining muscles that seem to grow even more solid and powerful then the normal steelthy strength of the barbarian's body. Settling his bulk in front of the smaller sorceress, Mark weaves a tapestry of Essence before them, surrounding the two in the impenetrable bulwark of his blade and mus
- Zahara speaks the words of the spell, clearly, deliberately, in a language rarely heard in this era, carving the runes in the air, where they linger for a moment, then begin to swirl around her, faster and faster, in a vortex that moves from gold to red, even those near her, who have likely moved away by now, can feel the winds of Essence as they take form.
- Cerin is between the two people he was hired to guard and the door.
- Zahara looks through the door, and brings one hand up in front of her; each place she points to, the earth starts to shake ominously. One on either side of the door, the other three spread each in the densest area of troops. There, the epicenters of the quakes begin. "AWAKE!" she shouts, and five writhing tentacles of molten rock burst through the earth, knocking aside those in its way.
Though none from within the building can see, the monstrous tentacles of the Magma Kraken burst from the cursed earth of the Underworld and begin to flail madly at the warriors of the dead, batting and smashing them without the slightest effort. The Walker's army is vast, however, and other warriors stream past the tentacles as their comrades are brutally crushed and ignited. The front lines charge ahead rapidly, nearly reaching the front door of the temple. The mortal ambassadors at the meeting begin to shout and move around, certain that something horrible is happening but with no idea what.
- Markuran darts forward, holding the Armsbreaker flat against his forearm for the moment. Barreling heedlessly toward one of the man-width collumns that supports the temple's overhanging room, Mark shatters the lower blocks of the masonry with a resounding CRASH that sends the temple reeling. Before the rest of the collumn can fall downward to replace the dust that once held it up, Mark's thick arms grasp the stone cyllinder...
The first wave of undead soldiers pour in through the cloud of dust.
- Markuran heaves the broken collumn, not totally detached from the temple, and waits for a fractional second. As he sees the overhanging ceiling begin to crumble he hauls back and swings! With an even louder crash the ceiling explodes outward, showering ox-sized blocks of stone across the undead army.
Chunks of the ceiling fly outwards and crash down upon the hordes of warriors, crushing them utterly The frontmost zombies are close enough to be seen clearly now; each moves with a speed and grace normally unknown to the undead, and bears a wicked glint where its eyes once were. To a man, they wear unusual flared uniforms and fight with thin, curved short blades; Zahara alone might recognize them as the elite infantry of the southwestern Tojava people, now dead nigh upon 700 years.
<Zahara?> "Beware.. these are no ordinary undead!" she warns. "Don't take them for granted."
As Markuran destroys the front of the building, Cerin begins to fire at the unrushing horde, pulling motes of sunlight from the glows of the anima in the room as he stretches them out across the sunlight bow, releasing them straight and true, the arrows leaving dust and robes where zombies once were...
The revenants so struck are annihilated, each instantly turned to fine dust by the passage of Cerin's glowing bolt. The warriors who have entered the remnants of the temple grant Markuran a wide berth, attempting to move beyond his range on each side and reach the altar room behind him.
- Birds-of-Trinity climbs through the rubble to the top of the building, where she can see the full panoply of the Walker's minions. She rips several glowing arcs off her anima, sending the scorching energy at the zombies below.
Laid out before her is an army greater than she could have imagined -- hundreds of thousands of zombies, ghosts, and other creatures stand amassed on the plain. In their back ranks, other, larger, more ominous shapes are partially visible through the haze which hangs about the plain.
<Zahara?> "Mask, Who are these people?!" Zahara demands, as she lifts an iron bell from her belt. "And why are they attacking us? Was this some trick of yours?"
The bolts strike amongst the outlaid army, each consuming utterly an undead soldier.
One Dragon-Blooded guard opens his eyes at the sound of a loud "CRASH!" Betraying his direct orders, the soldier flings open the door to the temple and runs inside, finding the ceiling collapsed into the foyer. He looks around for a moment, then stares in the open door to the meeting hall -- only then realizing that the entire building is empty. This, he thinks, is not what was supposed to happen.
The Mask looks up at Zahara. "The gentleman leading the army which is currently attacking us is... one might say a 'colleague' of mine. As for what reason he might have to attack us, I cannot say. Certainly this is no trickery of mine, however; I am as surprised as you are." He grins helpfully.
<Zahara?> "If you bear malice for me in your heart, this bell will not sound kind to your ears." she grins back, fiercely, and taps the bell once. A clear peal rings, a tiny sound which expands like a wave of sonic power, striking all in its path, including those who were trying to sneak around Mark to the altar in back.
The sound of the bell rings deep and true throughout the temple. As one, twenty-three zombies explode, fragments of skin and bone shoooting vilely through the air as the very forces which hold them together are severed by the power of the Warbell.
- Zahara giggles a little.
Outside, the flaming Kraken tentacles whomp back and forth, crushing and setting afire the corpses of zombies.
- Birds-of-Trinity decides to take the battle to the people. She leaps lightly off the roof, ricocheting off one of the kraken's smoking arms, and pats Smoking Mirror as she passes him in the air. On the ground once more, she begins slicing at moving things indiscriminately.
- Markuran decides to hold his post at the door. Hefting the broken stone collumn he still holds the big Zenith lifts it above his head and hurls it into a puddle of lava left by the searing, stone-melting heat of the Magma Kraken's passage. Zombies and greater undead hiss and steam as the flying droplets of molten stone burn into their corpses.
More and more zombies fall before the combined wrath of the Solar circle, crushed, impaled, and incinerated.
- Markuran waits with a sneering grin as a hulking abomination twice his size approaches. Taking only a moment the mourn the passing of the vailiant warriors sewn into its unholy structure, Mark sends the beast flying back into the melting collumn. Its impact shatters the red-hot stone, sending further fragments of lava and masonry, as well as zombie, flying through the dark sky
<Zahara?> "Mask, do you plan to fight your own battle, or is that why you need allies? Show us your vaunted power."
The Mask arises from his seat, waving his cloak with an elaborate flourish. He begins to move his thin, white fingers in an intricate, elaborate pattern. Just at the edge of hearing, he begins to whispers words in the tongue of the Old Realm in a deep, gutteral voice. The army outside begins to move somewhat differently. Those with sharp eyes can see some of the vague, large shapes in the distance begin to move forward, as the ranks of Tojava infantry move aside to grant them passage. The large zombie struck by Markuran crashes into an oncoming rush of zombie warriors, crushing them utterly.
- Cerin draws another five bolts from the air, laying them across his bow at once, holding the bow horizontal as he lets the 5 bolts of sunlight fly, the arrows tearing into the undead ranks, cutting trails of dust that slowly settle where zombies were once
Trails of choking dust are all that remain where Cerin's arrows cut through the hordes of undead. As the huge masses moving through the army's ranks grow closer, their features grow more distinct, and their nature can be gleaned. There are three of them, each standing over one hundred feet tall. Each has the vague shape of a man, though they vary greatly from that base. The monstrous abominations each have six arms, and a single monstrous head with a maw the size of a small building. Each is covered with bone-white, vicious looking spines, and bears weapons of ivory in their hands -- one great mauls, another vicious serrated gloves, the third a greatsword
- Zahara looks over at the archer trailing sunfire behind his arrows, "Some bodyguard! He should be ruling that country, not standing behind those fools."
As they grow yet closer, it can be seen that each is composed of the still-living yet horribly mutilated bodies of tormented victims. Each ivory spine is made of the exposed bones of living limbs, filed to vicious sharpness. The blood of those who compose them pours freely down their massive, hulking forms and flows in great rivers from their feet; the bodies within moan and cry out with each step.
<Zahara?> "That.. is disgusting." Zahara comments.
- Birds-of-Trinity tumbles by long unough to grunt, "Rather."
- Cerin 's eyes light slighty as he notices the 3 monsters, starting to leap from wall to wall to gain height
The Mask of Winters continues his chanting and gesticulating, apparently unconcerned with the new developments.
- Markuran snarls, his face pulling into a rictus grin of hate and loathing as he hears the blood-chilling screams and cries of the monsterous abominations in the distance. The sunlight around Markuran lights the Underworld as well as Helios himself. As the lesser zombies cringe away from Mark's presence, he flings himself at the foremost of the great terrors, bellowing a battle cry that drowns out all sound on the battle field.
<Markuran?> ::The sound that follows his attack is so loud that for a moment, it seems silence reigns. Then the slaughter-birthed monster falls backwards to the ground, a twisted mess of destroyed char, burned to ash and bone by Mark's holy fury.
The beast plunges its great ivory sword in front of Markuran, deflecting his first three blows, though the Solar slips beside it to deliver the remaining two.
- Markuran drops back as the first two blows land, startling the massive abortion. As its ivory sword raises up, Markuran shatters it with a third blow, sending the blade's fragments out in a razor rain to scythe down uncounted lesser monsters as his final three blows shatter every unholy mote of magic animating this blasphemous desecration
The force of Markuran's blows tears the leg of the horrific beast free entirely. Hundreds of wretched souls scream as each of Mark's blows tears their bodies asunder. The beast's wretched bulk drops to the ground, its side exploding in a vicious flood of blood that soaks Markuran and all others nearby. However, though rendered immobile, it remains animate.
- Zahara gathers her skirts, caresses the stone set in its orichalcum home briefly, and begins to run, up into the air above the creatures, beyond their reach. As she ascends the invisible stairway, she lets the bell rise into the air, accompanied by a flash of light, and 4 more weapons, all whirling eagerly around her. The bell peals, it's sweet sound filling the air. Ice and Fire dive down to strike at one of the still-standing abom
<Zahara?> Ice and Fire dive down to strike at one of the still-standing abominations. Then, Chain and Staff whip around behind it while it's distracted by the first strikes, entangling its..leg things.
The beast brings up its massive club, attempting to shield its body from the bell's ring -- but it does not quite succeed. Though it manages to harry the fire and ice blades from striking it, the beast does not seem to notice the remaining two weapons sneaking up behind it -- where they strike ably at it. Zahara's weapons strike at the beast, rending its amalgamated flesh. Blood begins to spurt wildly from the many wounds opened up by the bell's ringing, and the strikes of the chain and staff. The ringing of the bell echoes, striking the other monstrosities as well. The one felled by Markuran bleeds anew, coating nearby zombies in a literal wave of blood.
- Cerin reaches a pearch above the room, crouching lightly on the broken remains of an arch. As he draws forth 5 arrows of the purest sunlight, his anima explodes, lighting the entire undead hoard in white and purple haze, indistinct shadows appearing about him, an image of himself appearing. The arrows are let fly in a blur, ripping the purple shadow out toward the beast, lines of white fire following the arrows as they impact, slicing through flesh and bone alike leaving charred trails in the thing
The beast holds up its vicious ivory gloves in an attempt to deflect Cerin's blazing bolts of sunlight, and ably deflects two -- a slight miscalculation on its part, however, causes the third bolt to utterly sever its hand, letting the remaining two strike home. They rip through the beast's chest, causing a grotesque explosion of charred flesh and bone out from its back, slowly raining down upon the assembled army.
<Zahara?> ::The Kraken's 10 tentacles rip through the zombies in their way, lashing at the largest targets - the abominations. fwooosh::
<TheStoryteller> Three tentacles grab hold of the beast Markuran drove to the ground moments earlier, and tug in different directions -- it flies to pieces, a thousand piteous human voices screaming and wailing in utter pain as its form is shredded to pieces.
<TheStoryteller> The other tentacles grab and tear at the other beasts, leaving huge holes where once their disturbing human-flesh hung.
- Zahara gets an odd look on her face briefly, and then her dress shifts into some nice pants.
- Birds-of-Trinity wades in and chops at the hideous beasts, unleashing a torrent of strikes with Reborn Ecstatic Plume. Her blade ably tears the one hulking beast into shreds; stepping forth through the fine mist of blood hanging about her body, she lays into the other with renewed vigor.
- Tantamount comes galloping out like his tail's on fire, annoyed at having missed most of the fun. He'd gotten a bit stuck under some of the rubble, and just now had pulled free. With a roar, he crashes through the zombies, ignoring their feeble attempts to strike him, leaping from one zombie to the other, using them as stepping-stones. The last abomination still stands, and he takes the opportunity to dive forward, tails whipping forward to sting, jaws rending and tearing, all four feet, claws extended, tearing the poor souls apart, like they ought to be.
ding!
Under the vicious attacks of the frenzied manticore, the final beast collapses in a stenchful heap of rotting, bleeding meat.
Slash! Whomp! Rattle! Whack!
FLAAAAAAAMING WHOMPS!
As the beasts collapse, within the building Mask of Winters finishes his incantation. A stunning wave of jet black energy spreads over the field, and the forces animating the numerous zombies shatter, scattering vicious shards of necromantic energy in every direction. The Mask strides out of the temple and onto the now-barren field, and the Walker in Darkness, from a great distance away, begins to walk to meet him.....