Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The first undead placed its hands over the edge of the wall and vaulted up with a sudden burst of speed, hands outstretched and jaws split wide open heading for the throat of an elven archer. His dwarven teammate was quick to react as a massive Warhammer smashed into the head of the airborne undead, derailing its movements and killing it on the spot. But as always where one was slain, there would be two more to take its place.

A giant badger like undead monster came over the edge and chomped down with its jaws immediately the dwarf had made a move. Warm blood splashed on the face of the elf as three undead goblins pounced on his startled body, the teeth and claws pulling and scratching at his skin as they tore him apart. His death wasn't swift, and it was as painful as one could ever imagine.

The commanding officer could only watch helplessly as the walls began to fill with the onslaught of corpses. Varied in their distinction but united in their aim, he felt desolate as their first line of defense had been so easily breached, but there really wasn't much he could do about it. He looked at the army of darkness that came for him and his people and his eyes widened at the hulking monstrosity that was heading for the gate.

"everybody off the walls! Retreat and form up in the square! We shall make our stand there! Retreat! Retreat!"

The dwarven officer quickly made his way down, trying his best to make himself look as small as possible and to keep as much of his soldiers between himself and the hordes of undead that rushed forwards like the waves of a sea of death. But that was what they were, and with every second that passed it was beginning to seem as if there was no hope of escape or survival.

*Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum! *

The sound of a massive footfall pounding against the ground resounded, loud and clear for everyone to hear and to feel the horror that accompanied it. Those of them who could see, just before the carnage began were subjected to the grotesque sight of a massive troll, clad in sleek armor and sporting the same green eye of the undead running towards the gate and the pile of bodies in front of it. In the few seconds before its body smashed through, there was a silence, a cold vigil as the breaths of everyone was held, and then it was over.

*Boom! *

Bodies, metal and stone flew every which way as a dwarf was crushed underneath a massive boulder, and an elf had his left leg smashed into ribbons from his thigh. A human who had been making his way to a shelter doubled over to throw up just as the troll appeared with the body of an undead warg, smashing the wolf like monster on the helpless human, until all that was left was just blood and guts.

Silently and like the wind Rezar touched down on the pillar post that once held the now badly crumpled and broken gate of rising snow city. He watched as his undead flooded the city, taking lives and losing theirs in droves. But it didn't matter, for every life that was taken, an undead was born, and they too joined the efforts in bringing this city down. Rezar watched as the soldiers gathered around an ornate building to make their last stand. There was about a thousand if not more of them, give or take a few hundred. Ready and willing to slow down the move of the undead with their lives, but frankly speaking such a move was redundant.

[Spectral Skull]

A trio of skulls flew out of his hands going the distances before exploding right in the midst of the group of soldiers. Many of them were able to resist the effect of the explosions, but many were severely injured by the effects of death skill. Rezar bent down a bit, building power in his legs he leaped, the wind blowing in his ears as he sailed over the carnage that was currently happening below him to last right in the middle of the soldiers.

His feet crushed two of them, caving their chest in as he ducked under a hammer strike, a spectral skull came into existence and slammed into the shoulder of the human who had tried using the Warhammer to cave Rezar's head in. the spell exploded, causing an imbalance of magic within the body of the human as blood poured out of his eyes, nose and ears. Rezar ignored him as he stepped into a wild swing from a dwarf and stabbed vita gratia through the dwarf's collarbone and into her heart, the fact that she was female didn't do anything to stop him.

[Necromancer: Spectral Skull has leveled up to 5! Mental +15, Magic +15. Auxiliary effect unlocked! Satellite (the spell becomes autonomous and hangs around the user protecting and attacking with a 20-meter range. Can be controlled]

Rezar smiled, loving the welcome surprise as he spun both blades of Vita Gratia, carving flesh out of the body of an elf at a speed unseen to the naked eye. He pulled back putting both blades in reverse grip as he jumped over three charging elves and came down on a Naga, stabbing both blades into his skull before pushing off his body and flipping in the air. He released the chains, sending the blades stabbing into a balcony on the ornate building the soldiers seemed to be protecting. Then he sat down on the balcony watching the carnage being wrought.

There was nothing more that could be done to salvage this city, Rezar watched with a smile as the soldiers of the city struggled to put up a fight, but it was a useless effort. Rezar shifted his attention away from the battle happening below him and turned it to his stat page all the while wondering where the entrance to the dwarven tunnel was, because he really needed to take care of it.