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Post by vermilition on May 18, 2006 13:54:06 GMT -5
The second horde leader began to charge the reverend. Only to be stopped by the knife throwing skills of Graeme. Hitting the teenage automaton in the leg it went down. Graeme claimed his kill with a blow to the things head, it exploded in a black fire and began to decompose at an astounding rate. “Father the last necromancer remains alive, let us finish this curse if we wish to live.” Balled the man over the roars of the hoard. “Aye good man, now let us fight like the men we are!” replied the reverend.
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Post by vermilition on May 18, 2006 13:54:52 GMT -5
As the final Necrotyr leader turned to face her demise. The mother of the family she glowed with the fowl makings of Satan. “DIE fowl creature” cursed the reverend as he and Graeme leapt forth through the remaining Necrotyr to finish their heroic deed. They both swung at her in perfect synchronisation. But she dodged out of the way of both weapons in ghostly fashion. Again and again they swung, and again and again they missed. Finally they managed a strike, Graeme struck the daemons leg. She wailed in horror as the blow bent her fowl leg backwards. James struck her in the face and she went down, taking the advantage they pounded her in her stomach again and again, each time her wails changing to a more human version. The remaining creatures were almost defeated but the main leader still remained. They swung again and again as the moon cast her foreboding presence onto the church.
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Post by vermilition on May 18, 2006 13:55:07 GMT -5
The woman lay battered and broken on the steps of the church. The remnants of the defenders stood in silent vigil as the last of the fluid left the necromancers lips. Then her body began to decay. Slowly but picking up pace until all that she was was blown into the wind…
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