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(Might not get around to it until later today or tomorrow. Just to let you all know.)

[Skipping Verll]

1. Jonny Bacardi the Grand Master,
2. Ron Jeremy, 
3. Verll, 
4. Goldsie, 
5. Leonidus, 
6. Ragnarr,
7. Lewatha,
8. Gaius Aureliae,
9. Killer,
10. Seloc.
    

yeh I know it's just that well.....ok then

[Skipping Leonidus too]

Ragnarr left the tower were all the wounded were taken care of. Good timing, that cart of potions came right on time. The situation was getting worse on their wall, and another attack with that scale would brake through their thin defenses.
Haldor was leaning on the battlementsm watching the sunset, which was setting beautifully behind the monstrous camp of the invaders.
"Ragnarr, you know another attack like that will be the end of us."
Ragnarr leaned beside him and looked towards the camp. There was movement and yells, or grouls...
They both understood what followed. Haldor quickly took out a war horn and blew it with his whole breath he had in his lungs.
The sound echoes through out the wall. The northern warriors rushed out from the entrances from the towers to their battle positions, with some fierce determination written on their faces - if this was how the Norns decided their fate, to die here, then be it so. They clashed their axes and swords to their round shields and yelled out their battle cries.
"Archers, hold!" Ricmorn had his hand raised.
Ragnarr looked into the eyes of his warriors.
"Unleash the wolves inside you. This will be bloody."
A dozen ladders hooked onto the battlements - it was useless to pull them off and push them back, since these were much heavier, and the hooks dug onto the stone. A warriors tried to hack a ladder off with his axe, but failed, for their ends were heavily covered in dark steel.
"Hold the shield wall! If it brakes, then next time we meet will be in Valhalla!"
There was a heavy thump and a creak.
"Ragnarr, the ram was touched the gates." Ricmorn called out.
"Boiling oil. Then egnite."
So it happened. Two wholes right above the ram emptied a few heavy pots of boiling oil, which discourged the berzerkers, but didn't stop them. Next followed tar. Then a burning arrow finished the job.
An inferno of flames errupted infront of the gate house, were the ram and screeching, twisting bodies burnt to the ground.
But it was not over.
"Hold the wall!" someone yelled when the first attackers jumped over the battlements onto the defenders. They were massive, ugly as hell, and probably came from there. Each was armed with something different, from which chunks of their old foes still hung.
"Push!"
The wall moved forward. Ragnarr was situated in the middle, the Wolven Banner bearer being right behind him. Haldor was on his right, Sigurd on his left.
"Loose arrows!" Ricmorn cried from one of the towers. A volley of arrows showered on the attackers, which didn't seem to care for the numerous wounds they had taken. Mindless to pain, they continued on battering onto the shields.
Ragnarr lowered his shield to stab the "thing" before him. He dug the sword deep in its chest, twisted and returned it behind the shiled. That had little effect. The foe battered onto him with a huge mace, which the northman blocked with his shield. It broke free from his hand.
He dropped the short sword and took out his greatsword, which he held with two hands. He slashed into the thing's chest again, pulled the sword free and pushed the berzerk behind the battlements, letting it take down all that were climbing the ladder as well.
"Haldar, give me your battle hammer!"
When he felt the weapon in his hand, he bashed the hooks of the ladder until it broke and fell back into the army.
Ragnarr looked around - the battle was still undecided, for the shield wall was broken in many points.
"Haldar, here,.....Haldar?"
The man was bitting his shield and grouling. His eyes widened. He threw away the shield, roared and took the battle hammer quickly before bashing into the closest enemy. He had gone berzerk. Fire is fought with fire.
Ragnarr headed for the oppostie direction. He rallied a group of warriors into a heavy counter attack. By nightfall, the attackers were pushed back and the ladders - either burnt or bashed off.
The casualties were heavy. Nearly half were wounded and a quarter dead. That left about two hundred and fifty able men on the walls.
Ragnarr was sitting on the battlements in deep thought when Ricmorn yelled to him.
"Reinforcements, from the Kurth fjords! Five hundred!" ...

[U sure I cant start to play again?!]

[WTF happened to everyone? someone got some sort of anti endless battle movement going, at least reply to my pm.....skipping Lew, I'll message killer but as he's allways quick to inform me he checks the forum every day.]

I don't know why it came up in Italics... I can't get rid of it either...

Rather unfortunately, I have to write in non-italics! *Sigh*

[ahem, oops, been sick in bed for the last 3 days, but I don't have time to RP atm. anyways, so you can kill me off]

Hytlodeo saw fire rain from the sky. Even though the Red Guard had arrived, this meant a serious setback, because now his men had to evade the balls of fire that burst from the sky. And Gaius had lost a hand, and wouldn´t be able to come back to the battlefield soon. He was really worried.
Once Leafar, the Red Guard leader, arrived to his side, he had a long discussion with this wise general. Many men had died under the hands of the undead warriors, and the fires of the enemy warlocks had also ended the life of plenty more. Leafar suggested that the Andur magicians could cast a protective shield over his men, but it wouldn´t last for long. They had to kill the enemy warlock leader. This would at least make the enemies retreat for a while, and would most certainly stop the terrible rain of fire.
Hytlodeo accepted, even though this would be a dangerous attempt. Hytlodeo looked on top of the wall, and there were at least two hundred meters of enemy fighter in front of the undead magicians. An arrow wouldn´t  flight that far, and thus the only viable option was to attack them on foot. "But how?", he thought to himself. It was then when Leafar came up with a plan.
"We use the horses!", he said.
"But we only have 50 of them!", Hytlodeo answered, visibly disturbed. "This will mean doom to the ones that do the attack."
"I know", Leafar answered. "That is why I will lead the attack..."
Hytlodeo was shocked. He had heard o the chivalry of the Red Guard´s leader. Yet he had never imagined he was such a brave man.
"That filthy scum won´t be able to stop me. I have fought enemies that were more dangerous and powerful than this. These undead creatures are weak, they only have their number. We have the courage and mighty arm of the horsemen of the Red Guard of Costantinopolii!". Leafar said this with an arrogan tone, but Hytlodeo saw doubt in his eyes. He knew he was riding towards death...
Roughly half an hour after this, Leafar and 49 selected riders had gathered in front of the small gate of the wall. Because of the rain of fire, the enemy had retreated. Hytlodeo knew they were letting them burn to death.
Leafar started speaking once the last rider arrived.
"Men of Constantinopolii, I have summoned you to what could be the last ride of the Red Guard´s horsemen. We ride towards death, towards undying glory. I cannot promise you will survive, but I swear your memory will. Today, we will become a legend. We ride forth...! We ride towards the undead enemy, and we will not leave any alive if our arms can prevent it. Forth my men! We kill the undead warlock leader!!!"
The roar of the horsemen made the undead warriors tremble, even though they were almost 50 meters away from the gate. When it opened, Leafar was the first one to get out, and he rode from one side of the wall to another, yelling and  slashing the wind with his sword. The fifty men followed.
Hytlodeo ran to the top of the tower, where the Andur mages were casting the shield on top of the men. From there he saw the valiant and gallant horsemen ride towards the enemy. Meanwhile, the sky turned red, since the flames had gathered on top of the magic shield and were trying to get through, with irresistible strength. The high priest of Andur told Hytlodeo that  they wouldn´t be able to make it last for more than  ten minutes. Ten lousy, short minutes...
Leafar whispered a word into his horse´s ear, and he started galloping. The majestic view of this great rider and his horse was one of the greatest man has ever been able to observe. When he encountered the first enemies, his sword emitted a burst of light that blinded the enemy. Behind him, the fourty-nine knights had catched up and started killing the enormous number of enemies. Some fell, but the group easily cut through the enemy lines and reached the undead warlocks. It was then, when the trolls and Nazguls appeared from behind and attacked the incoming force. The horses ran away of the Nazguls, and the Trolls were formidable adversaries that  were very difficult to kill.  It was in this moment that the incantation of the Andur magicians ended. Fire burst from the sky, and for a moment, everything disappeared under a wave of flames. Once it dissipated, Hytlodeo saw that over ten thousands of enemies lay on the ground, burned to death. But the horsemen had protected themselves with their magic hand shields, and therefore had survived.
Even so, some had died fighting the enemies, and some had also been caught in the fire. Hytlodeo counted 28 horsemen on the fields, most of whom were fighting the new waves of enemies that came in from the rear of the army. Of the ones that were in front, only the undead magicians had saved themselves from the fire, because of their magic.
It was then that Leafar saw the undead warlock leader. He was two and a half meters high, and his purple tunic was engraved with gold and precious stones. He rode towards his enemy, making his animal run as fast as he could. He threw his spear against his face, and failed only by inches.
Suddenly, he felt something in his back, a gut wrenching pain followed this. He fell down of his horse, never to go back up. A Nazgul had stabbed him.
Hytlodeo saw this, and he felt everything was lost. There were only 3 horsemen now, and they were surrounded by enemies. He was horrified when he saw hundreds of black arrows  hit them repeatedly. The attack had been a failure. The enemy magicians had not been assassinated. And the undead army marched towards the wall, ready to kill each and every one defender...

[Skipping Ron(Fiz)]

[Sorry it's late.]

Dishonorable deaths:

Killer,
Jonny.

Honorable deaths:

Ron/Fiz (Some nice words and desribed really well, but you have been accused of god-mode-ing, and needing to sort out problems in RL.)

1. Gaius Aureliae,
2. Ragnarr,
3. Seloc.

Congradulations to our two remaining warriors! Today is a day to be heralded! Today is a day to tell your grandchildren about in those cold winters!
You have survived against the odds, but the battle just starts here.
Now you will decide the fate of your world, today you will either win an epic victory over impossible odds, or you will be destroyed by those very creatures that even god turned away.

Additional last round rule: This round you must produce to seperate role-plays. One must be where you survive the attack, either by saving the world and killing all undead, or you can run and live your life on the other side of the world, constantly in fear. The other must be where YOUR wall falls, and depict a death suitable, for you two champions of the wall.

I will read both, and decide the better, the one with the better I will accept their first story, the loser I will accept their second story (Depending on how good it is).

For this round there is absolutly no word limit.
It must be emotionally moving as far as possible, remember the world is in your hand.
You CAN both lose.
Try to make your ending original, anything could happen, god could save you, an powerful mage could come to your aid, or reinforcements ccould arrive and you could repel the enemy attack.
If you copy the idea of another player, you will automatically lose.

The land rippled. A painful crack could be heard. The screaming of men was heard. The wall was colapsing.
In the distance their stood an emence number of enemy mages, to much to fit into your range of vision three times over, and three again. The recongisably simple spell being cast by all; Crush walls.
A cloud rose in the distance. The new morning sun had been blotted out by thousands of nazguls. Upon these demon mounts, the small frail form of a warlocks could be seen, positioned between the neck and wings.
As all hope was lost, there from the skies shined a briliant white light. It pierced through the terrible cloud of the winged demons, and lighted the heavens above!
The wall commanders were the first to realise what this mystical entity was.
(As it has always been this is just a guide, you will never be peanilised for using or not using it.)

[P.S. Congradulations you two.]

[I hope you mean endingS, But Ragnarr whether you agree or not your the best roleplayers here.]

[Not at all, Aureliae has to post still anyway.]

To all those 'god modders' read up on who Fizban actually is. Hellooo..

Still, it's for the best I reckon. Not enough time to VU anymore.

[ Okay first I’ll post one ending, this is the victory one, and after time the other one. ]

The earth shook and trembled. The wall beneath the warriors was trembling.
They hardly had time to cheer the victory the Old Gods had granted them before the wall beneath them crushed. Many fell to their deaths, after which being buried beneath the increasing piles of chaotically falling off stones. The ancient wall had fallen, and now, as it stood, half-destroyed, its gatehouse was deviated. In the place of the old ironwood gates and stone defensive structure, only a pile of rocks and pebbles stood, leaving a narrow, yet large enough hole in the wall for the undead to use.
Ragnarr pushed a few rocks of him and slowly stood up, uneasily stepping on the pile of destruction. There was a sharp pain in his left leg, and his whole right arm was in wound and cuts. He ignored them and looked around to see what has become of them. Most of his battle comrades were dead, as he saw their lifeless bodies under the rocks. Sigurd crawled out from beneath a pile of ruin and a few others, among which were Folkmar, Thorgil, Greywulf and Ivar.
“What the hell happened?” someone asked.
“The last thing I saw was a large group of mages,…”
There was then an uproar of charging screams and a black melody of drums. The army of the undead was charging and breeching through what used to be the gatehouse.
“Rally under my banner!” Ragnarr yelled, drawing his sword out and waving his Wolven Banner with the other. “This shall be our last stand!”
They all ran and took positions behind the piles of rubble and ruin, looking towards what was coming for them. A huge mass, driven by evil, bent on merciless destruction. Thousands and thousands skeleton warriors, lyches, dark riders, wraiths and anything else the underworld spat out were running at them. Huge clouds of dark smoke made the sky black behind them.
There was still heavy rain. Yet the Old Gods were not watching over the warriors anymore.
Why did they delay their deaths then?

And then Greywulf started chanting:
“We left our homes behind, now we're following the wolves' trail
Through the deepest forests, beneath the stars we ride
I can see the moon glowing red like the blood of warriors
There's a prophecy, that tonight many men will die
The fire will burn forever in our passionate hearts
Our destinies are calling us now”

The others joined with him:
“We are ready to take their lives

Into battle we ride with Gods by our side
We are strong and not afraid to die
We have an urge to kill and our lust for blood has to be fulfilled
WE'LL FIGHT TILL THE END! And send our enemies straight to Hell!

Prominent leaders, cast your swords in the wind as a sign of war
Men, prepare for death, 'cause we might never return

Blood will spill and heads will fall
As the swords sparkle, lights the night
The ground rumbles as we attack
In the throes of rage, we will fight
The lightning's flash, the thunder's roar
Will petrify the weak
We'll show no mercy, we'll kill them all!
We are sworn in the name of steel”

“NOW!” yelled Ragnarr, who left his cover behind the broken down wall and jumped in front of the masses.

It was a sea of bones. An ocean of attackers. Tide after tide, wave after wave, with black banners amongst the ranks, flapping grimly. The combat started immediately, as Ragnarr made a charging slash at the closest enemies.
Most of these undead creatures were slow and clumsy in fight, but their numbers were vast and huge, and the northmen were so few and wounded.
“Form a shield wall!” Ragnarr yelled, running back to the wall gap, lifting a half-broken shield from the ground and changing his sword with a short one.
They held it for long, until a mass of dread knights bashed into their shields and broke their wall. The battle was lost.
“Hold your damned ground!” Ragnarr was enraged, making powerful high slashes in all directions, for they were now surrounded.
“Ragnarr, to the east! Reinforcement banners!” someone yelled.
There was an uproar in the ranks of the northmen, who gained courage and held their positions. Then, from the east, around five hundred northern riders surged out from the alleys of the town around the citadel of the wall and cut into the undead ranks with a roar.
The battle continued until nightfall. There was much screaming, hacking, slashing, attacks, counterattacks and skirmish. By its end, the armies of the dead were crippled, its commanders cut down, its banners burnt. Many had fallen in this battle. Its field was covered in bones, bodies and fallen weapons and shield. The soil beneath was soaking blood, the sky above was in black clouds, yet bright rays were piercing through them onto were the ruined wall lay.
Greywulf, as well as many others, were walking among the ruins of the wall in search of the bodies of fallen comrades. They all had to be buried with dignity and honour.
The wolven banner was sticking out from the middle of the gap in the wall, tilted to a side, yet upright, its colours flying proudly – the wolf of the north was roaring with victory.
“Ragnarr!”
Just under the banner, the body of Ragnarr Stormguard lay. He was still holding his sword, yet he had a horrible gash in his chest and belly, continuing up to his shoulders, and an arrow in his neck – obviously the finishing strike.
The Old Gods granted them with victory, but at the cost of human life…  

Hey! You copied that chant from a group called Ensiferum! It´s a song called "Into Battle"!


http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/ensiferum/into_battle.html

[ This is the defeat post. ]

The wall was being brought down slowly.
It was sinking in the dead earth beneath, crumbling and shattering on the way. The towers broke down, the gatehouse collapsed, the blacksmiths and armories under the wall were crushed.
The ancient stone wall was being leveled to pile of ruin.
A huge cloud of dust formed above the rubble, creating a mist, a fog around the former defenses. When Ragnarr managed to let his right leg free from a massive stone, he couldn’t see a thing. Then, when he stepped to his feet, there was a sharp pain in his right one – the horrid fall had seen to that that it was broken.
There was much choking heard around, so some had survived, yet they would not see the rally banner.
Someone blew a war horn and it echoed among the piles of ruin. Ragnarr started limping in that direction, noticing other shades in the fog heading that way too.
The one who sounded the horn was Greywulf. He was standing on a mound of old stones, looking towards the deads’ army ahead.
The fog was weaker here.
All those who had survived had gathered here. A pitiful number of them was there, around seventy of the five-hundred and more.
Greywulf helped Ragnarr limp on top the mound, where they both looked at the warriors gathered.
“My sword and I are staying here, for the dead are making the finishing breach. Who ever is with me may stay. Who ever wants to leave and live in fear his whole life from the world, corrupted by undead, may leave.” Ragnarr didn’t wait to see who is with him and turned his back on them, drawing his sword and looking at the old inscribed runes on it.
They shone in gold from the single ray of light that broke the fog, falling upon them.
“Here they come.” Someone said.
Battle drums sounded. The rhythmus beat of thousands, marching towards them, shook the ground. It was as if a sea of darkness was going to flood them.
“Ragnarr, here.” Sigurd was handing Ragnarr reins of a horse. It seemed to be calm, not knowing the doom approaching. “You’ll need a horse if your leg is wounded.”
Ragnarr nodded grimly and saddled the fine horse. He looked behind one last time and saw none of his warriors had left – they were all ready, with cold determination on their faces.
Ragnarr raised his sword.
“Brothers! This will be our last battle. And since we’re going to fall anyway, let’s make their lives hell while doing so!” He said pointing with his greatsword at the armies.
Some smiled nervously, others grinned.
“For our glorious motherland, for the North! Get Ready!”
The undead were meters away from them.
“Charge!”
The fierce war cries tore the air, as the northern warriors charged into their doom.
The wall had fallen. The world was open to evil. But the guardians of the wall never left their posts.

[ It was a good game. Thanks, Seloc. Congrad-s, Aureliae. (:   ]

Will it be ontop of a wall again or will you change the scenery?

1. Seloc
2. Killer(may as well... hopefully I won't get sick again)
3. Demonsul -- "My wall has more undead attacking it than yours"
   

1. Seloc
2. Killer(may as well... hopefully I won't get sick again)
3. Demonsul -- "My wall has more undead attacking it than yours"
4. Meowman
5. Cephorus Septim IV

Yes! Its a basic wall with a big tower behind it!
Its also crewed by a team of top marksmen with long range crossbows, and on top of the tower is a ballista that shoots bolts that have been strapped together causing a continuous fire effect
Although I need someone to send a shipment of rapid-fire bolts to me whenever it's their turn, as I cannot produce them myself
BTW the wall is 10m high and the tower 30m