Name: Celthric Rivtdale Age: 22 Race: Human Profession: Spell-Sword ~~~~ Screams echoed around the knight as the undead poured through the main gate of the rather large village. Some guards tried to push back the undead, but were the first to fall, their lifeless bodies becoming food for the herd, and soon enough, join their ranks. Atop the walls, archers fired down below, their arrows piercing the rotting flesh, killing them, or slowing them down. As one archer readied another arrow, an arrow pierced his throat, a group of armored skeletons with various weapons helped the horde of zombies. The skeleton archers kept letting the arrows fly, making more guards fall. An explosion sounded at the middle of the undead horde, as a mage of some sort fired a ball of molten fire, melting the zombies, and sending some skeletons flying. Snapping back to reality, Celthric drew his sword, and readied his shield, and observed the battle field once more. An elvish woman pushed past him, a cut on her forehead. A group of two orcs charged the undead, twin axes in both of their hands. A dwarf fired a crossbow bolt, that slowly started to freeze a skeleton as it thudded into its chest plate, and another dwarf slammed its hammer into its knee, shattering its bone. Decpite their efforts, even more undead poured in, god know how many more were behind it. Turning, Celthric ran towards the market area, maybe he could get out by the port. He watched as another gate exploded to splinters, more undead coming through, a large, skeletal ogre at the front of the wave of death. Cursing, Celthric ran down between two houses, smack dab into two zombies, and a skeleton. Dropping to a knee, he slammed his sword through one of the rotting flesh bags leg, sending it falling over. As he stood back up, he slammed is armored boot into the zombies head. Blocking a slash from the skeleton, he followed up by slamming his shield and his body into the skeletons chest. As he drove his sword through the thin spine that held the skeleton together, he felt the other zombie limp towards him. Rolling off the skeleton, he shot his hand forward, a fire ball forming at his finger tips. It connected to the zombies shoulder, and it was easily seen the melting flesh fall from its rotting bones, as it let out more one groan.