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The host of
norse, previously hidden and prepared for attack turned from the small
burning pieces of troll-minions to tearing the undead apart. One by
one, the battered and crushed zombies picked themselves up and turned
to attack the living. Norse warriors watched as bones reset themselves
and smashed faces popped back into place, though the flesh remained
rotting and torn. Obviously more powerful than the previous group of
defenders, these zombies reformed to come at the warriors over and
over, while the burned minions of the troll-lord regenerated and again
attacked.
Freki stepped to the front line and started putting the
tortured dead back to a final rest with his enspelled sword. The
warriors continued to pull their lines together as the undead caused
breaches in the line, but Freki stood his ground against all comers.
Soon he stood alone in a sea of rotten flesh and flying hands. His
fight took him away from his position and to the edges of the fight, as
the troll-minions pressed in on him from every side. He saw the
troll-lord again, it now stood outside the fight and seemed to be
directing it's minions to attack in unison and from opposing sides.
When he felt, rather than heard, the bolt of lightning
crash into the protective bubble created by the sword and watched as it
threw his attackers to the ground, he acted. Freki raced to the
troll-lord and attacked the shy brute before it could retreat. Circled
by it's minions, Freki pointed a flurry of attacks at the troll-lord,
managing to sever an arm and leg before the minions came between them
again. To his horror he watched the arm and leg slowly grow long clawed
arms and short stumpy legs of their own. With a few twitches the new
minions stood up and joined the attack. Freki looked to see what had
become of the troll-lord and saw that it had begun to regrow the
severed parts and was limping away from the battle.
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Freki hurried
to press his attacks toward the frightened leader, steadily advancing
as it slowly tried to escape. Battling the minions, Freki was unaware
the dragon had turned it's attacks to his men, until the ground started
to shake. While attempting to cast devastating spells on the norse
below, RendGrave had taken the cliffedge as a perch and directed his
undead host. He had managed to kill quite a few warriors, but had also
loosed the rock around the top of the cliff. Redstone Hill started to
rumble, then the cliffedge fell away. RendGrave's wings sprang out to
catch his falling mass, but still tons of boulders dropped from the
edge.
In their recessed position, the warriors were safe as the
rain of stone pounded many of the undead into the ground. Most of the
gathered fell from their feet at the great crash that roared from the
cliff. Freki jumped up and decapitated the troll-lord in one fell
swing, before any of the minions could react. They were instantly upon
him, as the body jumped up and ran a short distance then collapsed
twitching. He couldn't believe his eyes, when the head grew wings and
feet and flew up from the ground to resume directing the minions.
One of the torches landed near Freki, so he rolled close
and scooped it up. He righted himself waving the flaming torch at the
minions. Most backed up a step and Freki pressed his advantage to get
to the regenerating head.
When he reached the flopping commander, he set the torch
to the greasy hair, watching it quickly dissolve into ash. The other
minions paused as if feeling the pain as well, so Freki raced for the
body, no longer twitching, and set it aflame. The minions screamed as
they all dissolved before his eyes. Freki's respite is short-lived.
RendGrave sends the remaining undead, previously milling around the
edges of the fire to attack the norse leader.
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