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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5027612" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 28, Part 1They climbed the Wall to join Harold amidst the black shadows of dawn and stared down at the countless walking dead that climbed unrelentingly over the bodies of the fallen. The Corpse Ramp had reached up to within twenty feet of the top of the Wall, the dead climbing over each other and pulling each other down like lobsters in a pot. Their endless moan made Kormak shudder every time he heard it. “Not looking to good,” Kormak said, leaning over the battlements.  “Not sounding or smelling good for that matter either.” “That's about to change,” Harold said.  The archer looked down the length of the Wall and shouted, “White Fire, ready!” An acolyte in white robes began chanting to Kormak's right, and other down the Wall to his left.  Pale white flames danced in the Acolyte's hands and the squad of archers near each one stuck their arrowheads into the flame.  A second later, faint curls of white fire danced around their arrowheads. Harold raised his hand and all down the wall archers nocked their flaming arrows and drew. “Fire!” Ten thousand arrows flew and embedded themselves in the dead and the corpses of the Ramp.  Everywhere they hit, the white flames smoldered, then caught until the Corpse Ramp was a raging pillar of flame that rose a hundred feet into the night sky, illuminating the swirling black clouds with a sickly white glow.  Eerily, the fire made no sound and put off no heat. Kormak slowly extended his hand towards the churning wall of fire, winced, and thrust his hand into it.  He jerked his hand back instinctively, looked it over and stuck his whole arm in.  He glanced back to see Suniel and Bail staring at him.  He stuck his whole head in then pulled it out.  “Guess you guys know I'm not a zombie now anyway.” “There never was any doubt,” Suniel said, shaking his head. “Except for the smell,” Bail said, without even looking in Kormak's direction. “The Crystal Towers is safe now,” Harold said, staring into the white fire.  Cheering started somewhere on the Wall and quickly every exhausted soldier on the Wall had pulled themselves to their feet and joined in. “Are you sure of that?” Suniel said.  “Best not tell the men and spread false hope until you're sure.” Harold turned on Suniel, anger flashing in his eyes.  “Do you not see?  Thessalock's Corpse Ramp is gone.  The flames will burn the bodies to ash and destroy any of the walking dead that come into contact with it.  The Ashen Towers is defeated here.” They turned and watched the fires slowly subside, dwindling rapidly from the silent, cold inferno to a scattering of minor blazes.  The Corpse Ramp was gone, in its place a drift of black ash streaming away in the chill wind. A runner pushed his way through the cheering throngs, bending over to gasp for breath when he reached them.  “Free Agent... Harold?” he gasped. Harold turned and nodded, tension visibly returning to his body. “The Wall... breached in four places...” “What?” Harold said, reaching for his bow.As if that will do anything, Kormak thought.  What's he going to do, kill the messenger? “Something had tunneled under... when the Corpse Ramp went... Wall collapsed out...  pulling back to the Fortresses and the Spires.” Suniel put a hand on Harold's shoulder.  “You did what you could.  Now the best thing we can do it get the Stones.” Harold shrugged Suniel's hand off his shoulder, but didn't move.  He just stood, staring at the bow in his grip helplessly as the ash swirled about them.</blockquote>

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