Time to make the doughnuts

[notadartboard]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: between Wednesday morning (3/17) and the end of the zombie plot
WARNINGS: prolly icky violence
SUMMARY: ZOMBIE FIGHTINGS. This is an open log, like last time, so go where you will, form your own zombie-killing teams or meet new fellow fighters on the street! Tag yourself in, and use subject headers to indicate time and/or location as you wish.
FORMAT: everything.

They're everywhere.

So many people falling sick meant so many zombies suddenly flooding the streets, pouring out of the hospitals where no one could help, stumbling out of their homes, obeying their master's orders.

They need to be taken down before they kill the healthy. Before the City is in ruins and the living are wiped out. They need you, heroes.

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[nightstarrising.livejournal.com]

Finally, Mar'i landed. There was now plenty of room for her to land and pause with little problem. And pause she did, and for a moment, it seemed as if she exhausted her power.

Then she turned back to the zombies, and her hands lit up again as she allowed herself to hover a few inches off of the ground. A long starbolt suddenly shot out of each hand, incinerating zombies with a several yard radius. After a minute, the girl began to twirl, a half-human helicopter cutting down swaths of zombies like fan blades.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

Liadrin felt her own sweat mingle with the traces of ichor from Koltira's wounds as it seeped down through the cracks in her armor. She wanted to scream every last curse she'd ever heard to his limp body in Thalassian for having to carry him in such a state. She wanted not to have to admit to herself that he'd given up the fight.

The Blood Knight trembled wearily mid-step and she paused in fear that she would collapse, but unexpectedly her strength was bolstered by the Light-- just barely-- and she set her eyes upon Tirion and the others doing their best to clear a path. Even if Koltira could not care for his own life, they would do it for him. With such determination in mind, she rushed through the crowds, ramming and trampling any creature that got in her way. Liadrin did not slow until she'd reached the very edge of the battle, until she was sure he'd be safe.

And that was exactly where she dropped him as she struggled to catch her breath.

SURPRISE CAMEO

[necromaniacal.livejournal.com]

"Lordaeron," the necromancer spoke from above, his voice hoarse and unnatural. Even with the reverb of undeath, something was not quite right with Kel'Thuzad. While normally full of spitfire on a good day, the Lich looked particularly skeletal and drained of energy, no doubt from having held Koltira and Jaina for as long as he had. "Esarus thar no'Darador. Peaceful land of the people, by blood and honor we serve. Common is such a simple language...wouldn't you agree?" A few of the broken zombies had slowly (very slowly) begun to rebuild themselves -- shadow magic danced around their corpses and weaved their way anew in time with Kel'Thuzad's fingers, also laced in shadow.

"To think the principals of Lordaeron would carry over into their most hated enemies...even the Scourge. In the honor of our master and by our blood, we serve." When his laughter came, it was broken, chipped, and not at all the spear of sound it once had been. "Haven't you realized it yet, heroes? Death is inevitable. Undeath will follow each and every mortal to fall in this dirt clout, no matter how far away from Azeroth we are placed."

The Lich swaggered, but he dare not leave the safety of height -- not with all the righteous fury brewing just below. The zombies he had worked to reconstruct rose again and launched themselves at the group -- it was hardly the horde that was first their when they arrived, but it would have been enough to be an irritant.

"And Liadrin, my dear..." Kel'Thuzad added as he prepared to retreat. "Master will be wanting his toy back when you're through. Do try not to damage it any further. Otherwise...Shorel'aran." With the rasp in his voice coupled with his human accent, the Thalassian was barely even recognizable, almost blasphemous. "Lovely to see you again as well, Miss Proudmoore...though I had expected much more out of you. I suppose Antonidas wasn't as wise as he claimed."

With that, the Archlich left the heroes to the remnants of his horde, disappearing almost as soon as he had made his presence known. He would need to locate the Lich King soon if they wanted to preserve what they had worked so hard to start.

*gasp*

[notadartboard]

Bristling, Sanji broke from his place and raced as best he could toward the building where the necromancer stood, hurling savage insults at the top of his lungs. But the renewed swarm surged around him, preventing him from getting very far. He kicked a few and then leaped onto their shoulders, trying to run across the top of the crowd, but they weren't very stable and after a few steps he went down into the middle of them. Sanji kicked them off of him as best he could, but he was tired and couldn't manage another party table kick course. At least he had enough breath left to turn his swearing insults on the zombies - loudly, and with gusto.

[ebonbladed.livejournal.com]

Damn them. Damn Kel'thuzad and the Lich King to the darkest pits of Hell. For everything they had done. For everything they had made them do in Azeroth, for what they had made Koltira do in this world.

With a snarl, he let loose his fury upon the undead. The power of frost coming to his hands, unleashing a Howling Blast upon a group before resuming cutting down every zombie he could with his runeblades. Revenge would have to go unsated once again, the Lich King and Kel'thuzad out of sword's reach, but his anger could at least be used.

[tinybutdeadly]

Aw, damnit. If she'd been closer to the retreating lich, she could've stopped him from going anywhere. It'd still almost be possible to catch him, but that would mean leaving Lyra and Ken and everyone, which was unacceptable. She had faith in her teammates, but knew that she was probably way better equipped to deal with this kind of thing.

Growling, the tiny blind girl doubled her efforts, smashing the zombies left and right and generally unleashing mayhem on then.