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Verll looked at his wall. The mammoth had trampled hundreds of zombies, but it was to mach of them. His monkey archers and magicians had plucked down thousands upon thousands of zombies but it was to many of them. Some of the zombies had made there way to the wall but had been killed by archers, but when more and more were felled outside the wall they bunged up. It was so many dead zombies that some of there zombies climbed of the corpses and they were coming closer and closer.

[might, isnt each post meant to be 100 words plus?]

the first lot if undead were easily defended, but gradualy more and more came, those that had been subdued getting back up. the only way to stop them was to tar them to theground, but the tar was fast running out.

'men, prepare to fight! the next lot is coming in!'

with that, the men charged forward. they all held out huge spears, and had several undead impaled on each one. the spears were then thrown over the walls edge, into the middle were the wall curved slightly, so that tar could be poured over them. but there was only enough tar left for one more assault, and the undead were still coming.......

'anyone got their treacle pudding left over from dinner yesterday? get the treacle, heat it, there is our tar replacement!'

none of the men had eaten it, as it was not nice, no-one knew ho to cook, so this had been pre-packed several weeks ago, and was rock hard

'quick! get it onto them!'

the men quickly took it in turns to go and get their treacle pudding, and to pour it onto the undead, while the rest continued the spearing of the undead.

'fight! fight or die! when we have no treacle left, this is going to be almost impossible! but we can do it! sound the horn! call in help!

Explosions were harrying the Zombified horde, but it was still a horde. Those in the pit were cooked, thanks to the mages, but they still came, walking over their own dead, using themselves as bridges.
"Ladders at the walls, your grace! They are coming forward!"
Erunion heard the warning, and yelled.
"Hold fire! Now! Draw arrows! Aim! FIRE!"
The zombies on that had come up onto the lip of the wall were torn apart, the ladders themselves shattering.
"Independent, Fire at will!"
Fire and explosions devastated the horde, but they came on, ever renewing in numbers...
I didn't know that this many people had died in the whole world.... Bloody grave-robbing necromancers...

1. Lewatha,
2. Septim,
3. Patton,
4. Ragnarr,
5. Goldsie, 
6. Killer, 
7. Verll,
8. Might,
9. Revenge sweet,
10. Revenge,
11. Erunion,
12. Jonny,
13. Seloc. 

I'm going to start killing people off now, 1 a round starting next round.
The person to get killed will be the worst roleplayer. A good RP is based on, how long it is, how interesting it is, and whether your godmoding or not.

Seige towers approch your walls, manned by half-dead Warlocks!
Guard your walls with your lives!

Fizban was smoking on his pipe as the battle continued to rage outside when one of his knights ran into his room and yelled, "Sir, they're bringing forward mages and siege towers, what are your orders?"

Fizban walked out to his balcony and surveyed the battle before him. The undead zombies pushed 4 towers forward, and on top of their towers the warlocks started casting 'dispel magic' spells to attempt to remove the flames, with some success. As knights rushed to those sections of the walls, the warlocks began to call down fire and lightning to strike them, sending them flying.

Fizban spoke to the knight behind him, "Have the clerics tend to the injured and dead, I'll handle this one. Perfectly good fire walls going to waste....." Fizban rolled his sleeves up and began muttering a counterspell as the warlocks began their next volley of spells to fire at the clerics. A fireball flew from one of the warlocks' fingers, however halfway through the flight, it 'bounced' back and struck the siege engine he was on. Soon, a large pillar of flame was seen in their ranks, taking that warlock with it.

The clerics, seeing the attack coming at them, took matters into their own hands. Speaking prayers to Paladine, (and incidently, causing a 'buzz' in Fizban's ears as he was casting) they prayed for pillars of fire to come from above. Paladine complied, and multiple columns came down towards the towers. The warlocks saw this threat coming and started their own counterspells. Two of them escaped unscathed, however another one was struck down. Two towers remained.

The two towers tried to seperate themselves from each other in fear of another fiery attack, however Fizban wasn't going to let them escape. He started his favorite incantation, and soon a small pea-sized ball of flame shoot from his fingers. It streaked across the battlefield and struck in-between the two towers. The small ball caused a giant explosion and sent flying, fiery corpses everywhere. Needless to say, the towers didn't stand a chance either.

Fizban nodded, "Not a bad job..." Then went to inspect the cleric's work at raising the dead.

[Skipping Goldsie, : (]

This closed on me when I was nearly done... It might be a bit shorter...

*Killer surveyed the landscape. It was black with the hordes travelling across it. Grullin, from some foreign country, spoke with a curious accent. "Ho-ho, these rotten bounders won't get far," he exclaimed. Swindywl, a young recruit, unknowing in the ways of war, but with keen eyes, said to Killer worriedly, "Sir, they have siege towers." "They won't get far" replied Killer, trying to put him at ease, "They won't get past the logs." The siege towers crashed over the logs, apart from two. They continued onwards. "They still won't get past these spears jutting out of this wall," said Killer, his voice quivering ever so slightly. One tumbled down on to the ground. "See," said Killer, his hopes raised. The other tower continues onwards. "Sir," said Swindywl, " There are Warlocks upon those siege towers." Killer wondered what they were. He couldn't recall. The siege tower was still being pushed up the hill, it was crashed against the wall, and fell backwards luckily, at least in the opinion of the troops on the wall. However, a Warlock leaped out of the siege tower onto the wall. Killer now remembered what they were. Powerful mages, strongly built. He sighed. Only one thing to do... Killer stuck his knife into the Warlock and watched him tumble off the side of the wall. That didn't take much, he thought...*

1. Lewatha,
2. Septim,
3. Ron Jeremy, 
4. Ragnarr,
5. Goldsie, 
6. Killer, 
7. Verll,
8. Might the god of cows,
9. Vengence,
10. Revenge,
11. Erunion Telcontar,
12. Jonny Barcardi the Grand Master,
13. Arzun (As this is the first round Arzun and no-ones been kicked yet, you can join now, but I'm expectinbg an extra good/long post from you, discribing you wall and everything.)
14. Seloc. 

I've put your names in full as I know who to pm, something I forgot to mention, if someone skips then they are killed, if a post still isn't recieved from them at the end of the round.

• If you skip a turn, and want to post, pm me your rp instead, if anyone posts out of order it will be reported.

Might your is pathectic, nothing personnal, but I will have no suciders in this game.

• If you fail to reach 100 words, you will be killed, this can again be negated by pm-ing me your rp. (So Might if you want to try again pm it to me.)

Any late comers pm me and I'll fit you in, no new people will be accepted after I've made my post!
People will only die when it's my turn to post, the ones who skip or fail to reach 100 words will die badly, those that die because of bad roleplaying will be submitted to an honorable death. Some will die because of bad roleplaying anyway, for example, if Might and Verll don't pm me an rp, and everyone else completes there's, Might, Verll, and the bad roleplayer will die.

If anyone who's currently not in the game, has a view on how's roleplay is the worst pm me, your point of veiw will be ignored if it's posted on this thread.

(I should say worst roleplayer instead of bad roleplayer.)

The men on the wall were tiring, but they continued to fend off the attack, knowing there lives may depend on it. Then, a General came up to Vengence, who was stepping back from the battle to see how things were working out.

'here is the battle report sir'

said the General, bafore quickly stepping away. He knew it was unwise to linger near Vengence, as he was liable to flip out at his soldiers if things were going badly.

As he read the report Vengence continued to surveyy the scene in front of him, and the beginnings of a plan started to emerge. It might ork, it just might.

'GENERAAL!'

fearing he was in for a beating, the general came hesitantly, but to his relief Vegence's mind was on other things.

'you know the supply of ropes we found? well, get some troops and sew em together.'

knowing better than to question orders, was was done straight away

Then once that was done, the net was spread out across the wal. this held the undead back, but it wouldnt hold for long. but it would hold long enough for the soldiers to gt some rest

'soldiers, get some rest, be ready once the ropes fail!'

With that, Vengence started to stride along the wall, stabbing undead through the rope as he went.

Revenge continued to attack on the main battlefield with his finest men, breaking the ones of the Undead and avoiding slash after slash, his men stood strong and tired to hold off the vast horde, they where losing, Revenge held his sword and a great light came out, the zombies retreated away from him as his soldiers fled back to the wall, once there Revenge ordered his men to let fire with there arrows, he enchanted them as they flew into the indead causing them to explode on impact, setting fire to near by undead as well, he noticed in the distance a battalion of undead, these where different , higher trained perhaps because they carried a flag with the of a black club corss with a small orc face, these undead carried armour unlike the others and larger weapons, behind them was again a small clan, but these carried large pots, explosives perhaps, Revenge warned the others on the walls to stop these troops getting closer, we couldnt have the wall fall this early in the war, he set fire to an arrow enchanted it and fired it, magically guided at the more highly trained men, it refelected into weaker soldiers, and froze them to death, there was some magic protection, he knew what to do, he set fire 4 other arrows alike this one and one normal one, the protection moved the other arrows but the normal arrow passed into the carriers head, he dropped the explosive but it wasnt lit,lucky for them, but more arrows now flew at them from the rest of the wall....

[ Sorry its late  ]

[Thats fine.]

Another last minute addition:

1. Lewatha,
2. Septim,
3. Ron Jeremy, 
4. Ragnarr,
5. Goldsie, 
6. Killer, 
7. Verll,
8. Might the god of cows,
9. Vengence,
10. Revenge,
11. Erunion Telcontar,
12. Jonny Barcardi the Grand Master,
13. Arzun,
14. Gaius Aureliae,
15. Seloc. 

The red beams of light shone off the white stones of the High Clerist’s tower. Arzun paced the battlements and watched as the Knights of Solamnia marched in formation down the road from Palanthas and into the Stronghold of the Knights. The sun was slowly setting over the mountains that protected the western flank of the Tower. A long wall sealed off the remaining gaps. The tower was made of strong white marble, and was in an octangon form. But the first thing most people noticed about it, was that the man who designed the tower, must have been atleast half gully dwarf, if not the Highbulp himself. For everyone knows a good fort has but one gate, while the High Clerist Tower had eight! The Knights all wore the ceremonic armor of their order, and wielding bow and longsword lined themselves on the walls, their commanders in front. Some soldiers had still been only entering the keep when the tower erupted in cheer, rising as the sun set over the mountains, came the glory of the Knights. The dragons. White, Silver and Bronze, all bearing noble and couragous knights on their backs, armed with the deadly Dragonlance.

As the dragons came over the mountains, a single being came over the hills to the south. Even at such a far distance, the chill of death could be felt as a spectre in the armor of a knight of Solamnia stood alone on the hill. His armor however, was burnt so that it was black, and instead of a knight, stood a soul of the Abyss. As he moved forward towards the Keep, legions of Dread Knights, sworn to serve their master in life and death, moved in on the Knights. Arzun stood high and proud with his men, he could live in no better company, and would gladly die with them. As he took off his helmet to give his last words before battle, his light brown hair touched his shoulders, and his moustace which represented the knights of Solamnia moved proudly in the wind. “Men, tonight we fight for the inhabitants of Palanthas, the citizens of this free nation whom we have sworn to protect by the Oath and the Messure. Tonight we shall rid this world of these spawned curses of the Abyss, and free Dargaard Keep of its beholder once and for all. Tonight, Lord Soth dies for the second and last time! Ready your blades men! May Paladine guard your sword!” The Knights cheered and gave their salute to the ennemy, as the first ranks of cavalry charged forward to meet the Dread Knights and Lord Soth.

Meanwhile, the High Clerist himself, an elderly man known as Loren Weis, sat at his throne, and stared into a sphere the size of a human head, perched atop a pedestal. It swirled green and whispered words of deceit, and of persuasion, trying to lure the man into it’s depths. But Loren was too powerful for its tricks, he would not fall prey to the Dragon Orb as so many others had, no, it would do the work for him. Slowly he put his hands around the orb, and seized control. Power surged into his veins, he could feel the power of the Gold Dragons, the Silvers and the Bronze. But there were others out there, Black, Green, Red and Blue. A small smile crept onto his lips. “Come to me beasts of the Abyss,  the gates open at your awfullness, the archers cower in your presence, the riches of your hearts lie within these walls… you need only seize it.” His voice was silent, yet it was head as the beat of a drum to the evil dragons, who, without the consent of their masters, obeyed. Not all of them headed towards the tower however, one in particular, a giant Black named Zerial, hovered over the fields and watched in disgust as the weak and young dragons went to their demise. Roaring as the ocean does in a storm, he brought those nearest him to the ground, and gatherd up most who tried to leave. “Fools…” the great black landed near his master Lord Soth. “They hear the call of the Dragon Orb and fly to their deaths. We must kill these mortals quickly before too many of our own are slaughtered on this night.” The Death Knight stared into the fields beyond where his Knights had charged forward to meet the Solamnics. “This battle is ours, I see no possible way of failure. Even with the entire force of the Solamnics in their impenetrable tower they will fail. We will take the tower, and with it Palanthas. The time of Lord Soth is about to comence, let these humans know the pain I have endured for centuries, and will endure for all time. Crush their souls! Burn their pathetic tower and kill their dragons!”Zerial bellowed greatly and soared into the air, Lord Soth on his back, headed towards the tower, headed towards Arzun. The battle for the High Clerist’s Tower had begun.

[Lol Arzun try to keep at least some of it oringinal....Also I've read some dragonlance, but I started with time of the twins, war of the twins, test of the twins.....
I'm not posting the deaths as another person wants to join]

I'm sorry all but this is a lot more popular than I though it would be, an I currently don't have the time to write about the deaths. So I will just annouce the deaths, and try and get an Rp writen up about them as soon as I can. This may involve asking others to write the deaths, they are then free to make the deaths as pathetic or extravigant as they want, (to an extent), so if your worried you can write your own deaths. This goes for those still alive you can pm me the deaths you want to die in rp form, and I'll post that when you die.
Or,
If you don't like someone you can pm me the death of that person, I will then post that rp when that person dies unless they send in there own death before hand.
Sort of like writing your will, but remember no winning. You may make your wall impassable afterwards, otherwise all the undead will swarm over you and kill all your women and children.

The deaths this round are as follows:

2 dishonorable deaths:
Septim, (Failed to reach 100 words)
Might. (Failed to reach 100 words)

1 honorable death:
Vengence. (Worst roleplaying.)

If you send me your death now it doesn't mean you die, but it means I will post that death when you eventually die.

Next round starts.

1. Lewatha,
2. Ron Jeremy, 
3. Ragnarr,
4. Goldsie, 
5. Killer, 
6. Verll, 
7. Revenge,
8. Erunion Telcontar,
9. Jonny Barcardi the Grand Master,
10. Arzun,
11. Gaius Aureliae,
12. Leonidus,
13. Seloc. 

A scream went through the pirates.

They were gruesome, those Nazgulls. There must have been about 20 of them, fear struck Lewatha. These Nazgulls wouldn't be as easy to defeat as the towers were.

"Archers, aim at the nazgull, swordsmen, keep concentrating on the oncoming zombies! Spear men, when a nazgull tries to fly close to the wall. Aim your spear for the neck and the heart, that's where their armor is the weakest!"

2 Nazgull flew down, near the wall. One grabbed a swordsman between it's claws, flew up, high into the sky. And let the swordsman fall. The swordsman screamed and fell down like a rock, in between the zombie horde. Where it was eaten by the zombies and converted to one of them.

The other nazgull had less luck though, as it flew close, trying to grab it's target. A spear man managed to throw his spear, right into the heart of the nazgull. It let out a horrible noise, so load, that Lewatha had to cover her ears. and fell into the crowd of zombies, where it squashed another 5 zombies.

The other nazgulls, afraid to have the same faith as their fallen brother. Flew away, onwards to other parts of the wall. Looking for an easier prey.

Fizban looked out from his tower and chuckled at the flying dead that were coming towards him. "Eh, nice little things there, however as in many things in life, size DOES matter." Fizban signaled to his dragons. They took up their riders and took to the skies.

As the battle against the skeleton and zombie hordes continued below them, the nazguls, to their credit, were rather agile in the skies and put up quite a fight against the dragons. The dragons had managed to shield their riders from many death strokes, however it started to take their toll. Then an old Gold dragon took to the skies, its rider was none other than Fizban himself.

"Alright now Pyrite, do try and keep me steady, y'hear?" Pirate grumbled, "I had fought in many battles before this one, I remember all the way back to the time of Huma, I do." Fizban nodded, "Ah yes, Huma was a good guy, I knew him well..... oh look! There they are!"

Pyrite and Fizban came across their first encounter, as they closed in, Fizban's form briefly flickered to that of a young man, decked in silver plate mail and a sword sheathed in holy flame. One slash of the sword disintegrated the nazgul. The dragons roared in triumph, as they knew who fought among them.

The nazguls were soon routed, and Fizban was back at the top of his tower, musing aloud, "A shame, I didn't get to use my fireball on them..."

As Goldsie’s forces withdrew back into the Jungle a terrifying screech filled the air. Goldsie turned too see twelve huge, grotesque figures soaring through the air towards them ‘Nazgulls!’ Roared Krok-Gar, the troops who were still fighting rearguard paused for a movement and then withdrew out of sight, within moments the Jungle was still again and any undead that entered were promptly struck down. The remaining bows atop the wall altered their trajectory and unleashed hell on the approaching Nazgulls. The first volley was a complete miss, but the gunners now had their ranges the second volley pierced the neck of one of the Nazgulls, smashing through bone, tearing through meat and almost ripping it asunder. Foul fluids sprayed from the wound and rained down upon the battlefield while the Nazgul plummeted into the undead horde. Another bolt pierced a Nazgul through the chest sending the Nazgul lurching to the side and into another Nazgul where the bolt became lodged, connecting the two together. The two Nazgulls then dragged each other down, like two drowning swimmers clinging to each other, onto the hard ground below. Once again the skinks loaded up and fired, the bolts streaked through the air and found their mark. One Nazgul had its wing completely removed by a well timed shot, its one remaining wing flapping futilely as it fell. One direct hit pierced a Nazgul in the eye and travelled straight through, emerging out of its lower back in an explosion of gore. But as the Skinks continued fighting it appeared that the Nazgulls had learned, the Nazgulls swerved and dived with unnatural grace too avoid the incoming shots. The Nazguls were barely 100 meters away and were preparing to dive onto the helpless victim atop the wall when directly in front of them a huge wall of fire appeared, most of the Nazgulls couldn’t avoid it, they were travelling too fast and too straight. The fire seared their skin, and clung too their bodies like napalm, continually dissolving them away, five flaming corpes fell from the sky and obliterated the undead nearest too the wall. One of the Nazgulls made a sharp dive too avoid the flames, righted up just above the treetops and continued at the wall. The Skinks atop the wall looked into its gaping maw as it sped towards them, but moments before impact it was snatched out of the air in the jaws of a Carnosaur. The Nazgul was promptly dragged down and onto the forest floor where it was set upon by hordes of insects, Lizards alongside Saurus’ and Skinks who carved it apart. Goldsie paused from stopping the latest undead incursion into the jungle and smiled as he watched the brutal efficiency of his troops in action. ‘That’s enough boys, back to the front line, this isn’t over yet…’

[Umm yeh Septim, your dead, you failed to reach 100 words in your previous post.]

Verll looked up as the fire break over the heaven. He gave his monkey advisor a quizzed look

“What is it that comes this time?” he asked him in the monkey language

“It is Nazguls, the horror above all horrors!” was the answer.

“Finally something spooky comes along!” Verll said with a thrilled voice and looked at his troops. The towers had been easily brought down by fire arrows from his baboon archers and the undead had been hold at bay. The mammoth must have trampled thousands of undead by now, if not for the chimpanzee magicians refreshing it by magic all the time.

Verll looked up at the sky again; it had to be 15 or so Nazguls coming for his wall. He ordered all his magicians to work together and create a magnificent blast of light and fire at the Nazguls. After some minutes with intense incantation the blast came. It was centered in between the group of Nazguls. They blast was magnificent as he had asked from the magicians. 11 of the Nazguls died, and felled down on the ground, the beasts they ride crushed undeads as they hit the ground. Verll then took a whistles that was hanging from his neck in a golden necklace. As he blew the whistle hundreds of all kinds of birds came from behind his wall. The birds flew right at the remaining Nazguls attacking; some of the eagles were off so big size that two of them were almost as big as the beast the Nazguls ride! After some moments the Nazguls were dead, they hadn’t stood a chance against the birds.

Smiling Verll said to his advisor “Now that wasn’t too dangerous, let’s hope they have something worse so we don’t get bored.” The advisor gave him a look which made Verll laugh, “I was only joking, let’s just hope that was all.”

Erunion sat on the wall, watching the carnage. The Undead hadn't made it to the walls for a while.
Suddenly, the transparent image of an elf flashed before Erunion.
"Your grace! You must leave, you are neaded!"
With those cryptic words, Erunion ordered all his mages to gather 'round.
Joining all their powers into one, Erunion placed a wall of magic on the ground. When an undead stepped through it, they would be burnt to the crisp.
Erunion then created a porthole between this wall and someplace else, through which all the Elves ran at an order. The porthole closed, and their was no one left on that segment of wall...

{Sorry guys, I just don't have the time.}

[[OOC: Let me at least make a post where I die...]]

Septim stood upon his wall and saw that his archers were out of ammo. Septim turned towards his mages to see that they had no energy left for another round of fireballs.

"Men! Draw swords!"

Septim drew Firengard and roared a mighty battle cry just as a wave of zombies came down upon the wall, Septim slashed one's arm off and plunged his blade into the beast's chest. Septim then pulled it out and cut another zombie in half. Septim then stabs his blade into three zombies at once and is unable to pull his blade out, so he abandons it and punches a zombie in the face, shattering its skull. Septim then breaks anothers neck and kicks one off the wall before a zombie sinks its fangs into his neck. Septim looks to see that all of his men had shared the same fate.

"For...Cidel!"

Septim raises his arms and explodes into an enormous ball of fire that sweeps throughout the zombie ranks, destroying almost all of them. But of course, the zombies came back nonetheless.

*From atop the cliff Allan watched over the battle, a very cunning human man with a well built body. Clad in Obsidian Plate, weilding the sword Grudgebringer and the shield of 1000 eyes he finnaly lept into battle, slicing a zombies head off then watching it burn. Then some of the zombies turned to him, and Allan lept into action, casting enflame sending a ring of fire shooting from out of his sword, scorching a score of zombies, but more came, slice left, duck, lunge stab, slash right. Platoon after platoon of zombies were cut down. Allan then noticed that the zombies were thinning out a bit, he jumped atop of a rock and yelled to his honourable comrades.*

"They are thinning out lads!, Keep it up!"

*Allan pulls out his Father's Bow, notches three arrows, and mutters an enchantment and cast the arrows aflame with a blue hue. Then he pulls back as far as he can pull, then fires. The three arrows seperated into six, then 12, then 24! The power of the arrows sailed through a zombie turning the zombies to a black ash. Allan then started repeatevly firing arrow after arrow at the fleeing Nazguls, and there Riders, stricking two of the Nazguls and bringing down another.*

[aww :( alright won't do anymore, scratch that last statement :\]

[Skipping Arzun.]

Leonidus stared into the zombie hoarde. After a few minutes a small group of creatures cuaght his eye. They were hidden underneath a dark pall but even with this pecaution the faint outline of wngs could still be seen. "They have Nazguls." Leonidus's voice boomed, "Prepare to realease the bezerkers." As if knowing that their cover was blown, 10 nazguls burst out from under the covering blankets. As they loomed closer the hobgoblins began to break ranks. "HOLD THE LINE YOU RATS" was leonidus's responce to this. When the Nazguls were less than 100 feet away (30 Meters) The order came "Fall back and release the 'Zerkers". As the nazguls tried to approach the Trolls the felt the hammers of the bezerkers on after the other their brains got bashed out by cold steel. Finally one nazgul had the sence to fly over the mob of zerkers and as he approaced the comand squad he chains that had previously held the mad trolls fell over him