I have written a tale for our fall. Careful, its a little lengthy...
And just like Troy, Necrothreat shall fall... Thus begins the final chapter of necrothreat, the last bastion against the thread necromancers. And thus by through the eyes of a decapitated head, the battle is lost. Slowly the walls begin to crumble, and the great and mighty fortress falls into disarray. The enemy awaits those mad enough to seek refuge in the outside, hungry for flesh other then their own kind. They wait in the shadows and murder those foolish enough to rescue the falling fortress. Highmax, the "Guardian" of Necrothreat, rallies those for a final push for escape, as hopeless as it seems. BFEL, The Handless Cripple, Master of "Unhanded Combat", Highmax's leutennant, distributes the last of the weapons to the last of the citezens. The beasts that howl in the depths shreik in joy, for their bonds loosen in each comming day. Apiks visits the burial site of her husband whos name she took as her own and swears she will return one day to bring his body back to their homeland when she escapes. The children live in fear and cry from the doom lingering overtop of them. The haxxors sharpen their skills and blades as they prepare for the pillaging of the fortresses goods, the raping of their women and the slaughtering of anything that moves. The trolls rally to take the fortress and spread their twisted ideals to the world. NAV leads the people to prepare for their escape, if one is found possible. Sprin begins to incinerate all documents and experiments that were made and written. The High Lord Threadnecromancer, Ur, smiles in his own plane of existance. Though he may not have mortal flesh and lead the final assult against the forces of necrothreat, he played his part in their defeat easily. Each misfortune was his doing. And now his revenge on all fourmites for his death in his mortal shell. Highmax climbs up on top of the tower and screams to the world a war cry so loud, the Elves of Glidesnarls thought they were being attacked again and prepared to fight. Highmax turned to the people he served and spoke a speech to prepare them for their final escape:
"People of Necrothreat! I can see the fear and pain in your eyes. The zombies outside are ready to tear our walls down and you fear they will. I say that I don't fear that it will happen. I KNOW it will happen. We will escape this condemned fortress and never look back. We were the last fortress able to hold up to the Thread Necromancers. We have failed, and the zombies will begin to overwhelm the rest of the world. But I will not die in this forsaken land. No, I will die in that infernal Dark Tower fighting my way up to put an end to all this. I will die fighting. I will kill each of the zombies here so you all may flee. I will take the strongest men and women here and we will hold the line as the rest escape. No songs will be sung of the fall of Necrothreat. There will be no evidence of our colonizing of this forsaken land. It will be as if Necrothreat never existed. The zombies will never know who we were, nor will they know what happened here. Let us prepare for our final journey. Do not fear the setting sun, bask in the glory of the night. That is when we will leave, under no moonlight or starlight. We will release the vampire and the werebeast and send them out first. Then we will rush out as the zombies are distracted eating them. Those with me will kill any that come after us. If we make it out alive, we will burn the entire fortress to the ground and collapse the tunnels. No one gets in, and everything inside will be sealed away. All I have to say is WE WILL ESCAPE! WE WILL SURVIVE!"
The crowd wept and cheered at the same time. The thoughts of impending doom were all around now. The eyes of the head keep on staring, and the mindless look on it turns into a feindish grin. The face forms into the face of Ur. Suddenly the walls collapse, and the hordes of the undead charge. The Thread Necromancer is freed by his undead allies and turns to the graveyard and corpse pile. He laughs as those who aided in the rising of Necrothreat rise again to bring its fall. His laughter fills the halls and the vampire returns from his binding in the caverns and the werebeast is released. Apiks screams as she sees her husband run towards her, pickaxe in hand. The pickaxe hits its mark with deadly skill and kills Apiks upon striking. Her body is then reanimated and the two once lovers were reunited in death. BFEL runs into the raging werebeast. The hulking were-rodent grins savegely and the handless cripple fights the beast in single combat. But alas, BFEL is slain, but not without mortally wounding the Were-Capybara by biting its juggular and smashing its skull with his savage kicks. Mastacheese the vampire now free is met by Sprin, and the two slay eachother with ban-hammers, striking eachother in the skull at the same time. Sprin's nurse is killed in turn by the Apiks couple after watching her boss get his head smashed open. Highmax, "Champion" of Necrothreat, charges towards the Thread Necromancer, slaughtering endless hordes of the undead. Twenty two he felled in his path to the Thread Necromancer. Unable to defend himself after being stripped of all his posessions, Highmax slays the Thread Necromancer by severing his lower body. Highmax turns around, only to see the newly arisen Were-Capybara zombie; the original one. Highmax charges with his blade in hand. The werebeast smacks him aside, and then devours Highmax alive and whole. NAV, though not a warrior, grabs Highmax's sword and charges towards the undead-werebeast, letting out a warcry that sounded like screaming in fear. The were-beast goes to bite down and kill NAV, but the brave and foolish fourmite steps on the beasts lower jaw and stabs Highmax's blade into the roof of the beasts mouth. Letting go of the blade, NAV, with strength never seen before, tears apart the jaws of the undead beast with his bare hands, killing it instantly. NAV takes the blade and tries to free Highmax but he was too late. Several ribs were impaled into Highmax's chest, and though he still drew breath, he was dying.
"Take the survivors and flee... I'm done... Keep my blade, and may it serve you well..."
Highmax, the self proclaimed champion of Necrothreat died. NAV screamed in sadness and began to slaughter the zombies around him in an insane rage. Highmax was dead. Apiks was dead. Sprin was dead. Everyone was dead. Only he remained. Thirty six he killed before the Apiks couple arrived with the legendary dead: Toady One The Great. NAV took the blade and decapitated the apiks husband and took the pickaxe, quickly shattering the skull of the apiks wife. Toady One the Great had a grin most devious. He was but a skeleton after being drowned and being on of the first to die. He then pulled out a sword made out of the bones of those unburied and the two fought. NAV fought hard and bravely, but he was not a warrior, and had his arm ripped off and his legs severed from his body. Toady One then laughed. He spoke without lungs, made sound without a voicebox, and laughed with the vigor and darkness of demons. NAV looked up at this horror as it brought its sword down into his heart. NAV, the last of the fourmites, was killed. Thus ends the last chapter of Necrothreat. Through the fear brought by Ur through a severed head, the league is broken. Even Armok wept on this day, as it rained for a hundred days, flooding the world and reshaping the world underneath. He put forth his sorrow and his thoughts of this doomed fortress that the world had gained new living beings, made to make armok laugh and forget his sorrow. And those that died in Necrothreat were reborn, ready to start anew and to begin the second part of necrothreat...
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