OOC: Five days between posts on a subforum as small as this is nowhere near dying, it just isn't growing. Maybe it's slowing down a little...
IC: A horrible, terrible screeching sound. It pierced the air, the plants, the bones of the creatures that heard it, perhaps existence itself. Certainly, it pierced natural order. It grated against the ears, made itself heard in even the loudest of taverns. It would not be denied.
"Ha... that's some strength. Even making archaic necromancers flinch at necromantic energies..." It was a woman's voice.
"Damn, it woke the corpses up again. Agh, and there's the one that was trying to feel me up." Another woman.
"It's grabbing you to rip off a piece to eat, not to squish you around." This new voice belonged to a man.
"Quiet. You need to worry about keeping your concentration, and only that. Even the gods need their full strength to interrupt a neutral pentagram." The fourth voice belonged to another man.
"Ha... they don't like being challenged like that" the first voice said.
"The truth is not a challenge" was the fourth voice's answer.
"Ha... you say that now. If Larissa's flying zealots can break a pentagram, so can the gods."
"...Idiot. The sky elves broke a pentagram, aside from the fact that it was tainted. They could never hope to interrupt a neutral pentagram, nor could any other mortal force."
"And then once the pentagram is done, we've got the whole damn horde to deal with again." It was the second voice.
"What's left of it, not the whole ho—" The third voice was cut off by the second voice.
"Yes the whole damn horde, because there's no way that screech didn't raise every corpse on the damn continent. There's probably even a hundred schools of damn skeleton fish swimming around in the oceans, too."
"Ha..."
"Quiet. Our problem now is the pentagram, nothing else. And you especially need to concentrate now that it's nearing completion."
All five of the warriors started chanting under their breath. The energy that had been swirling around them now began being drawn into the body suspended in the air between them. The shape of a peculiar five-pointed star was being pressed into the soil. Each of the warriors was positioned perfectly at one of the points. The thin obsidian blade pressed into the floating body's heart started humming.
Suddenly, the body was nothing more than a skeleton, and a strange wave of energy was released from it. Upon contact with it, the massive swarm of raised corpses surrounding the peculiar scene was utterly disintegrated. The screeching slowly faded away. Each of the five warriors removed their swords from the earth, and sheathed their thin obsidian blades beneath their dull brown cloaks. The wave of strange energy had displaced the second warrior's mask, so she reached up and fixed it. It was faceless, and white with a dull blue stripe running from the left eye to the mask's bottom.
"It appears that your 'whole damn horde' has been taken care of, sister." The fourth warrior broke the strange silence that had settled in the wake of the strange pulse of energy.
"Some of it..."
"Ha... so has our sister here, finally."
The skeleton had fallen to the ground, the sword through her heart perfectly landing in the centre of the peculiar star. The cloak she had been wearing was blowing away as though it were dust, and her head landed in a way that she seemed to be looking at the fifth, silent warrior. This fifth warrior watched as his sister's mask was blown away like her cloak. The peculiar star in the soil started to shrink, almost into the sword. The horrible, terrible screech had died down. The fifth warrior spoke:
"Yes... we bid our sister farewell, and that she may find the peace that she had lost."
The others all murmured, vaguely agreeing with their brother.
"So..." the second voice began. "Now that this is all said and done, I know that she was completely insane, but I'm somewhat proud to claim some sort of affiliation with someone that could kill a whole damn kingdom."
"Ha... I'm sure everyone except for the elder council members probably feels that way."
"Even they are proud of her strength, though not her actions."
The fourth warrior's voice reached the others and they murmured agreement, all already limping their way to slay again the dead that had recently risen as the aftermath of the death of their sister. The peculiar star in the soil had disappeared, and their sister's skeleton was soon gone too. All that remained of the spectacle was blood, and the thin sword with its obsidian cutting edges, left in the middle of a dead, empty city.
OOC: No, they're not brothers and sisters by blood relation. And you're welcome for starting this RP up again.