(ORP)How to Kill a Zombie

[balerion]

You like to rest in fire? I suppose I could always set you alight again... How embarrassing for me to have mistaken all the screaming for pain as you were just taking a break. Do more of your kind scream like banshees when they rest?

[Xavier]

Xavier walked out of town, constantly sensing more and more of his kind falling to the hands of this unknown enemy. He cursed under his breath as his walk had turned into a stride and his stride subsequently turning into a run. Bones creaking and clacking against each other as his run turned into a sprint, the cloak around his back waving in the air as it struggled to keep up with him, his hood having fallen away from his face. He growled as he sensed a good many disappear from his mind at once...how many had fallen now? He couldn't count that high...they were disappearing to sporadically to measure. It was definitely more than one person that was doing this. He looke upon the woods ahead of him. He stood before him, the dense treeline blocking what used to be held within...his minions. Now though, it concealed his foe. His soon to be dead foe. He let out a feral roar as he stormed into the forest.

"Who dares enter my domain!" he yelled as his book zitted into his hand, the pages flying open as if responding to his rage, abruptly halting onto the section regarding resurrection spells. He would not let his minions die, his hard work go to waste and he certainly would not give any mortal the satisfaction of killing what they know nothing about. The pentagrams etched into his arms came buzing into life with a bright light, different to his normal spell casting. He began chanting as he kept running through the forest..."Fal nash belore! Ranzul jinzu fal dar! Gran ressurezion!" he chanted as tens of bright lights shot from his hand, like lances they shot through the forest. Their target? The zombies of course. The dead would walk again this day.

OOC: The chanting translates to "Fallen Brothers Rise! Revive yourselves and return to your great creator! Grand Ressurection!"

[Osgar]

Osgar was strolling through the forest having another internal battle with the wolf, essentially running on auto drive. His emotions and the wolves bounced around his head like a particularly painful game of tennis involving swords rather than balls, he was mostly lost to himself so didn't notice the zombies lumbering slowly after him, or walking into trees, or crawling along the floor very slowly. Really he was too busy having an internal struggle with the angry wolf... at least the moon wasn't about at the moment, that could end...messily.

Then suddenly he heard the familiar clash of weapons and came back to earth as both his selves recognised the sound, although the reactions were very different. Osgar's hand instantly reached for his blade and he looked around realising there were rather allot of ....uhm...rotting people, particularly the one standing in front of him who appeared to have developed a new and interesting digestive system comprised entirely of maggots. "What in Woden's name are you?" Osgar tilted his head as he felt the wolf trying to decide what to do with this new creature

"uggggghhhhh" replied the zombie shambling forwards and taking a swipe at Osgar, two of its fingers flying past his head as they came off. Then the wolf began to take over a little bit as Osgar dashed forward his sword slashing into the creatures sternum, spilling maggots across the floor before slicing down upon the head, ripping it in half and splattering the area around Osgar in a lovely smelling gore.

At this moment a Dragon swooshed down setting fire to an area uncomfortably close to Osgar, causing him to curse loudly as he felt his eyebrows singe, but it had cleared a path towards the source of the fighting, Taking another swipe at a nearby zombie, causing another splash of putrid gore, he sprinted across the burning grassland as fast as one could in slightly rusty chainmail and skidded to a half as he saw the scene, a half grin upon his face as he felt the blood lust rising, not noticing that many of the zombies seemed to be getting back up again... "Want any help!?" Osgar shouted, and without waiting for an answer, egged on by the wolf, he charged head long into a small crowd of zombies with a deafening roar, doing his best to cover the area in as much blood as possible.

[Project LVI]

The King glared at a group of zombies as his left eye slowly blackened, blood vessels bursting as he concentrates on the zombies

"Begone you!"

He snarls through his teeth as a dozen or so zombies suddenly burst apart, as if they've exploded from within, and the King turns to quickly swipe his claw at a zombie that had come up from behind him as he hears a voice off in the distance

"Sir.. sir Edward?"

"Ed.. Edward? Xenil?"

He calls out to Xenil as he begins to jump through zombies with his claw, slash off limbs, and remove heads as he makes his way towards Xenil

[Tesla]

After the crash of his latest invention he makes it back to his home with the poor lad who seems scared to death. He goes to his closet and pulls out a small package

Boy, for 25 Freznics will you deliver this package to Widu?
The boy nods and takes the package.

As the boy walks on the road he is attacked and then joins the mob of undead. I pull out a small device and click the red button. A large explosion throws up a fire ball and knocks over some trees. Putting the device back in his pocket he mutters.

Worse invention ever and best use of some freznics and a useless boy

Pulling a hood over his head he heads back to his workshop thinking of what he can make next.