Holm Invasion!

[firegirl7894523 247]

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The streets of Holm were filled with people, milling about and chatting. They were surprised when a big rumbling sound could be heard..

 

Up sprung forth the armies of the undead. Jaws opened in a silent scream, they charged to the mortals to feast on their lifeforce. The hunger in their eyes, their soulless corpses shuffling forth, with not a sound escaping from their lips. Carsandra quickly put on her half-plate armor, grabbing her sword, and she fought with the rest of the party involved. The thrill of battle and the adrenaline kept her going, countless undead bodies piled around. Some fell into the lava below, not even screams uttered from their corpses as they burned alive. Some fell into the water, drowning quickly as none of the undead could swim. For what seemed like hours, but was only thirty elven minutes, the party quickly swarmed the throes of the undead. There was a pause, and the Holm forces retreated back into the city.

 

Then a pale figure suddenly appeared behind the party, with lots of minions behind him. He surprised us, but then was chased around, his skeleton figure was cut down amidst the fighting forces. Carsandra knelt, tending to the wounded, and then making her way to the fallen Liches corpse, picked up a pulsating purple crystal, along with a blond haired, blond eyed High Elf. A cry of alarm sounded from the gates, and she rushed over…

 

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Two giants, rose from the ground, the ground splitting before them, as they crawled out from the earth, showers of dust and dirt fell, before mighty roars wailed over the area. By this point, some Cannonists had arrived, and were present when the two giants rose. Before the party could even move forth, a sudden wave of undead caused the party to be pushed back, and Carsandra felt her wounds stinging as she plowed through, roaring her battle cry. In the midst of the fighting, she healed a Fenn soilder, and then she turned, seeing her own student fall to the forces!

 

“AXEL!” She roared, grabbing her tringe kit as the defenders slowly pushed back against the undead forces at the gates. She reached him, healing him with herbs quickly, bandaging him as finally, the last wave of undead ceased. He sat up, groggy, “I’m fine.” He pushed her away, grabbing his sword again and heading to the Medic Bay.

 

She grabbed her sword once more, heading out from the gate where she saw surprisingly few people battling the giants. The rest had to retreat because of their wounds, so she charged forth, sword gripped tightly in her hand where she slashed the giant in the chest. He faced her, giving a mighty roar before his hand raised, where she backpedaled, missing his strike. By pure luck, she missed the rest of his strikes, buying the rest of the defenders time to swarm the giant, stabbing his ankles until he fell, where she retreated, looking down from the rocky outcrop, panting, as they took care of the second giant. They all retreated to the city, nursing their wounds.

 

Suddenly a Greater Lich entered the city, with no more hordes, he charged in himself. He made a beeline right for the Dancing Igor, were most of the wounded where. He bust down the doors, crashing through the fence and trying to kill the wounded. Instantly many of the forces pile-dogged him, including Axel. Their swords flashed, and the table the Greater Lich scrambled onto try to escape upstairs fell, crashing below his massive weight as he died. A blond haired human man ripped off his ganulet, while others reached for the crystals.

 

Undead bodies lay in a heap outside the gates of Holm, the Inn doors broken, the Inn itself a mess. She took off her armor, checking her wounds. Her head had suffered no damage, her torso was only covered in a few cuts, her right arm suffered the worst damage, while her left arm was bleeding heavily, her right leg also was suffering the worst damage, while her left leg was bleeding heavily. She limped on her better left leg to the Clinic, dressing her wounds while the victors cheered outside.

 

[TheDragonsRoost 116]

Karren would be out travelling across the world of Atlas when he had heard of the news of undead springing up around Holm. He knew that he would not arrive in time to help out those in Holm and he even understood that he was even more unhelpful with only having the knowledge of history as well as understanding how little he knew of combat.

He opened up his pocketwatch and checked the time of the messages' arrival. It seemed to happen at the exact time he arrived in the northern lands, avoiding all the bandits who wanted to steal his elven ears.

"Damn it. Seems like my adventure to the Jade Peaks must be put on hold for a time. Carsandra might need help..." Karren would say as he sees a dark robed figure appear in his vision. He looked at the illusion with a familiar greeting as if he knew the illusion.

"Karin'ayla, Kayen," He'd say to the illusion. "I was wondering when you'd show up in my head considering your the one who put yourself there to heal me long ago."

"Help your friend, Karren. You and I both know that you have the skills necessary to fight the undead, even if you know very little magic. Besides, that mental mage did very little damage to your mind as we both know. We are just lucky he did not realize there are two people occupying the same mind." the illusion said as it faded away. "Go and save her."

Karren didn't need to be told twice as he grasped his soulstone and made headway to Holm to see if Carsandra needed help...

[DarkElfs 160]

Bolon partly scream out internally "Second time! Second time this happen at holm!" 

[Unwillingly 18099]

((And then more undead fucked things up!))

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

Morgan Hallowfall prepares his Forge just outside of Holm, Smirking Courlandically, Savoyardly, Langstonly, Enchantryly, Mage's Guildly, Spookly, NonSpookyly, Nicely, as he'd prepare his equipment.

[Quirkyls 484]

"Oooo!!! The ghost of King Dreek II Ireheart is haunting Holm!" spectates Aemich Grandaxe

[Britannicvs 2508]

47 minutes ago, Quirkyls said:

"Oooo!!! The ghost of King Dreek II Ireheart is haunting Holm!" spectates Aemich Grandaxe

“Actually Charles the ‘undead’.” Dwifur Goldhand quips back.

[Jentos 9422]

8 hours ago, Morganosaurus Rex said:

Morgan Hallowfall prepares his Forge just outside of Holm, Smirking Courlandically, Savoyardly, Langstonly, Enchantryly, Mage's Guildly, Spookly, NonSpookyly, Nicely, as he'd prepare his equipment.

A plated creature groaned and cursed, cloak in tatters, armor near shattered. "Morgan, you damn animal... A year, more... I will come." He moaned. "I need a new ******* sword..."

Poor Daweï had seen better days.

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

*fourteen pigeons fly into the air, holding up a certain sword that may have no value to the common eye*

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain picks his way through the bodies.

 

"Feck dis always appens when I gu on vacation."