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Post by Umaril on Jan 16, 2007 16:08:50 GMT -5
Thanks for taking the time to read it Maliku
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Post by Umaril on Jan 16, 2007 18:19:19 GMT -5
Here's the New update!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 16, 2007 18:19:49 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve: Dead Flesh and Stone
"How many?" The count was sat on his throne and looked in awe as the ranger told him of the necromancers. "No less than five hundred, not including their undead minions, I would advise that all of the guard be deployed along the walls." The ranger replied in a strong, ordering voice. "And if the walls fail to keep them at bay, what then? The necromancers have ranged spells and they won't be afraid to use them." "Then, I reckon, we should defend the gates, and if they too fall, our only hope would be to retreat to the castle and defend it with our lives. The necromancers are not to be taken lightly and we'll need all all the fighters we can get." "Well, we are not short of warriors in this town. The Mages Guild here are adept at using the destruction magic and will be very helpful, especially against the undead. Our Fighters Guild also are very skilled and the town guard are of the best in the Empire." The count rose from his seat and began pacing up and down along the great hall, scratching his chin with an anxious look on his face. After a minute he looked at Angrond and said: "You will lead them. Your exploits are well know, even here in the Imperial Province. The men will listen, even to a stranger and will not hesitate to fight. Go now and give them battle orders, this may be their last battle. See you at the end - if you make it."
Angrond crossed the torchlit bridge and looked East. In the gathering dark, he saw them, about a mile and a half away now - The Necromancers. A mass of black - darker than the night itself, and behind the veil followed dead flesh; Zombies, skeletons, liches and even fell bird-like lumps of rotted meat which flew ahead as if on lookout. He descended down the hill and crossed the smaller bridge leading into town. Quickly he rallied all of the guard to him. He deployed them on the Eastern walls and made his way to the Mages and Fighters Guilds near the West gate. He glanced upwards as he heard thunder, followed next by a flash of lightning - a storm was brewing in the West Weald.
He pushed open the doors of the Mages Guild and let a shout up the stairs; "Necromancers! We are under attack! Order your warriors to the lower East gate, we must repel them before they reach the walls!" Not a minute later the mages were pouring out of the building. They wore the blue robes of their kind and had vengeful looks on their faces. Their guildmaster, Adrienne Berene, approached Angrond; "We have been waiting for this day. They have been threatening it ever since Throser decided to lead them. But if they think they can take the Mages Guild, then they are wrong! To arms!" She ran through the centre of town and stood behind the lower East gate with her guildmates, eagerly awaiting their arch-enemies.
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People began running to their homes when the storm arrived. Vineyard workers pushed through the West gate and the more stubborn ones took shelter in the storehouses outside, obvisiously awaiting certain death. Lightning struck as the guards nailed huge oak planks to the inside of the gates. Angrond stood atop the eastern wall, arrow nocked, searching for his first kill. The guards looked nervous, they trembled as the black mass drew nearer.
Angrond looked down below to the gate. About ten guards leaned against it and many mages lay in wait behind them. An Argonian archer from the Fighters Guild stood beside Angrond with a claymore in his hands and five battlemages stood beside him. He looked around at every wall - the southern, northern and eastern walls were manned by either mages, guards or fighters and many more warriors stood behind them. A high priest stood atop the spire on the church of Julianos reciting a battle hymn and the anxious faces of women and children peered through the windows of every home.
Faster. They were almost within bowshot now, Angrond could easily make out the shambling figures of zombies and the shadows of the liches - their ethereal forms shifting in the last rays of the miserable grey sunlight - moving through the small valley under the torchlit bridge. Then, the carrion birds attacked. First, they gathered speed. Flying higher into the air, they swooped down upon the walls; claws outstretched. Men swung frantically as the birds clawed at their faces. A large one went for Angrond, its blood red eyes glistening. Angrond loosed an arrow, taking the bird from the air and pinning it to the ground far blow on the other side of the wall. A battlemage near Angrond was stumbling about on the wall, trying to take a creature from it's face. He stumbled on the battlements and toppled over the edge, screaming as he went. Eventually the birds were repelled and a new threat had arisen.
As all the commotion went on at the wall, the defenders failed to notice the core of the undead army push forward. They moved under the torchlit castle bridge Almost upon the wall, skeletons began throwing strange hooks, a rusty iron piece shaped into three barbed points, tied to a rough rope. The hooks latched on to the walls, gripping them tightly, and the skeletons began tieing the other ends of the ropes to rocks in the ground. The guards tried in vain to remove them from the wall and the skeletons began climbing, their creaking bones held together by the evil powers of magick. The men hacked at the ropes with their swords and loosened but a few before the undead reached the top. Bones flew eveywhere as one creature tried to take the ranger - The battle had begun.
Luckily for the defenders on the wall, the zombies and other creatures could not climb. Instead they battered the gate. Shouts could be heard from below as the made their first strike.The necromancers themselves bombarded the walls with spells. Fireballs and and other elemental powers struck many guards from the wall. Angrond killed another skeleton before taking out his bow and firing a few deadly poison tipped arrows at the black-robed mages below. The argonian beside him was hit by a strange, green orb and he froze up, limbs immobile as another skeleton pounced on him. Angrond intervened just in time to save the lizard-man - overpowering the creature before it could make the fatal blow. The spell seemed to wear off and the Argonian was beside the ranger again, fighting hordes upon hordes.
He looked up. The torchlit castle bridge - straight above the undead army - was now covered in the count's personal guard. They fired a hail of silver arrows down upon the necromancers, killing many before they hid further under the bridge, just out of bowshot. The ranger looked northwards to the smaller bridge. A small few skeletons had taken it and were firing stones and other projectile at the defenders above. Many more were making their way up the hill to the larger bridge, only to be pushed back by the count's guards. Looking even further northwards, Angrond saw a small group of wraiths and zombies. They had begun lifting planks and sticks out of a small hole in the ground and had begun to descend into it. The thought struck the woodsman's mind in a second - A secret passage. Someone had been helping them dig a tunnel underneath the town walls; leading into the town itself.
Angrond looked down, the gate had begun to give way and zombies arms could be seen protruding from the wood. He grabbed the Argonian's arm and sprinted down the steps into the courtyard behind the gate. Mages were blasting the zombies backwards with invisible arrows as the guard held the gate. Then, a scream was heard behind them: "Undead! Undead in the town! They're coming from Nerastel's house! Help, quick!" A young child came running to Angrond. "Come quick!" The two followed him to a large house near the higher East gate. "Look!" The boy pointed to a zombie wandering around in circles near the door, a wraith followed. The ranger rushed in and swung at the wraith, but all the blade seemed to do was pass through the shadowy figure of the ghost. "Silver" he thought, looking around.
Near the gate a soldier lay, a silver longsword near his broken body. Angrond swooped it up and turned to face the wraith. The creature looked at him in the eye, the ranger's blue ones meeting the ghost's dark, black orbs. Angrond tried to swing, but he couldn't - it had transfixed him. Trying with all his might, he couldn't fight it. The ghost loomed forward; mouth stretched wide open, meaning to drain all of his strenght. Then, in another flash of lightning, a blade passd through the wraith, blue-tinted by magic and covered with the blood of the undead. It was the Argonian. The ghost fell to the ground, forming into a shadowy substance. Angrond felt his energy come back.
The lizard looked at him and said; "You saved my life, now I've saved yours. Quick now, we must find how the creatures are getting in!" The two warriors walked into the house, back to back and pushed open the creaky door to the basement. The house was tore apart, like no-one had lived there for many years. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and in every corner. They descended the steps and walked further down the passage - following the croaky voices of the undead...........
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Post by me on Jan 16, 2007 18:38:45 GMT -5
That was very good, and it drew me in instantly!
Now I can't wait for the conclusion!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 16, 2007 18:40:35 GMT -5
Tomorrow child, be patient!
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Post by me on Jan 16, 2007 18:45:33 GMT -5
NO PATIENT!!! and did you just call me child?
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Post by Umaril on Jan 16, 2007 18:50:22 GMT -5
I'm sowwy.
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Post by me on Jan 16, 2007 19:15:34 GMT -5
Sokay EXALT!
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Post by Maliku on Jan 16, 2007 22:32:23 GMT -5
I must say I find this story intriguing, but why does it seem for me the border is broken and I have to scroll over to read it?
Anyway good story indeed. Just one question, I thought that there were barely any liche in Cyrodil?
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Post by me on Jan 16, 2007 22:39:19 GMT -5
They made more
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Post by Maliku on Jan 16, 2007 22:42:24 GMT -5
Oh, I think I get it now. I wasn't thinking when I typed that up I guess. >.<
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Post by uesugi on Jan 17, 2007 1:29:02 GMT -5
Good story, mate, and continually getting better. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: one of the best on here.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 17, 2007 12:19:18 GMT -5
I'll admit, I could make it a bit longer or drawn out, but I'm just not patient enough. Thanks for the comments though
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Post by Umaril on Jan 17, 2007 12:23:30 GMT -5
To maliku, I don't know why you have to scroll over to read it. Maybe it's because I typed it on wordpad first?
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Post by Maliku on Jan 17, 2007 14:31:18 GMT -5
I don't know why my computer was doing that, but it's fine now.
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