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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:43 pm
Zimmon flicked his head, irritated at the sudden pull back of limbs of ymir, I don't know, he seems to be busy, and anyway..... A sudden blaring of the alarm horns sounded out across the camp and Zimmon's eyes opened in shock, He turned and looked at Ymir. The horns meant they were under attack.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:36 pm
Ymir looked back at Zimmon and already began drawing his bow. "Finaly some action!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:14 pm
Name:Alexander Grimm
Race:elf
Age:237
Powers:Lightning,Wind
Armor/weapons:Wears no armor and only wields a staff as a weapon
Bio:Chief minister of Tasa an elven nation in the south.The defended the king of that nation when it was overrun.
Appearance:Young
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 3:26 pm
Zimmon ducked back out of the tent and strode towards the West wall where he thought he heard the horns blaring. Soldiers and people alike rushed about, though they all seemed to avoid Zimmon, who's usual look of femininty was replaced by a look of determination.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 6:58 pm
With one last glance at the newcomer Ymir followed quickly behind the also eager Zimmmon.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:47 pm
Zimmon the Western outer wall as the archers lined up, their weapons ready. Zimmon looked about noticing Ymir was coming up, though his main concern were the archers, YOU THERE! he pointed at the closest man, TELL THE OTHERS TO READY FIRE ARROWS! Zimmon looked about, cursing to himself as he noted the lack of men at arms, dammit he thought to himself, we need some front line men here. Zimmon looked to the oncoming attackers.
((Fallen, I noted the originator hadnt posted here for a couple of months and so just thought I would throw us some stuff. We dont have anyone controlling this so just add what you like, free form if it you like.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 8:09 pm
Ymir emerged among the archers bow already loaded and aiming down the wall.1,2,3 he was counting the zombies on the ground below, 10,11,12. Where were they all coming from there was at least three dozen there was never this many before only small raids nothing more.
He began to wonder who could have orginized such an attack.
(It is ruining the story a little since the other two haven't added seeing as they are more the main charcters and there important)
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 4:47 pm
Zimmon raised his arm as several Pikemen joined the line, the dozen archers at this point were all he had to work with, STEADY MEN! AIM FOR THEIR HEADS! Zimmon looked to Ymir and nodded his head, On your mark he seemd to indictae to him, and with his other drew his huge flat bladed broad sword at his side, hefting it in his hand, dropping his other arm.
((It could be that neither come here anymore, but if you like I can start a new topic and we can start anew? Otherwise right now, we are the main characters?))
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 12:45 pm
He nodded to Zimmon in compliance. He gave the signle to load then aimed for the nearst target. Closer,closer,NOW.He released the arrow piercing a zombie through the head. Ymir flinched as the sound of arrows came whooshing by his ears.
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