The hellhole.
It certainly was hard to sleep tonight. The big pentagon seemed to be alive and sleeping next to all these armored warriors, well it was noisy. I would have definitely joined the rogues but they would have killed me. I don't know whose stupid idea it was to rest in hell right before the battle with Diablo. What seemed to be morning finally dawned. We picked up our belongings and started marching into the very hearth of evil, but the closer I got the hotter it got. It seemed all the training I got fighting in this church of evil was finally going to pay off. It didn't. As soon as I stepped in I heard the most unholy screams I have ever heard in my life. The countless warriors, rogues, and mages were in a fury of panic and were opened like sacks of blood and insides. I quickly discarded the smell of rotting flesh but the incredible stench of the numerous demons was overwhelming I fell over and at that instant I drove my sword straight into the dark knight's head as it's ashes fell on me.
As we frantically fought off the seemingly endless amount of dark knights and evil magicians a particularly fierce warrior stood out among the rest. I didn't catch his name. There were also two other companions with him; a rogue and a mage, I knew the rogue as blood Raven, but the mage's name I do not know. They managed to get us organized and I among the surviving warriors we found the four switches and released (to no one's surprise) Diablo.
Suddenly, a new wave of monsters came flooding out from Diablo's chamber. They slaughtered many, and I was caught in the middle of it. Out of every one there I was closest to the three heroes facing the darkened reincarnation of king Leoric's son. They fought as if it was the last thing they would do, and although they had clearly overpowered the Lord of terror, they fought as if they were losing. Blood Raven shot hundreds of arrows the Mage launched a barrage of lightning blasts and the warrior hacked away at the monstrosity. Before I was knocked to the floor I heard a horrid screech emanating from the stone lodged deeply into Diablo's skull. When the warrior stuck his large claymore into the master demon's chest, the screech became unbearable and I fell to the floor.
We all stood away from the warrior, with the exception of the rogue and the mage. Baffled at why he stuck the soul stone into his forehead we all cleared a path as the rogue, mage, and warrior made their way back into Tristram. "Well, I have told you all I want to remember. Now, how bout that mug of ale?"
It certainly was hard to sleep tonight. The big pentagon seemed to be alive and sleeping next to all these armored warriors, well it was noisy. I would have definitely joined the rogues but they would have killed me. I don't know whose stupid idea it was to rest in hell right before the battle with Diablo. What seemed to be morning finally dawned. We picked up our belongings and started marching into the very hearth of evil, but the closer I got the hotter it got. It seemed all the training I got fighting in this church of evil was finally going to pay off. It didn't. As soon as I stepped in I heard the most unholy screams I have ever heard in my life. The countless warriors, rogues, and mages were in a fury of panic and were opened like sacks of blood and insides. I quickly discarded the smell of rotting flesh but the incredible stench of the numerous demons was overwhelming I fell over and at that instant I drove my sword straight into the dark knight's head as it's ashes fell on me.
As we frantically fought off the seemingly endless amount of dark knights and evil magicians a particularly fierce warrior stood out among the rest. I didn't catch his name. There were also two other companions with him; a rogue and a mage, I knew the rogue as blood Raven, but the mage's name I do not know. They managed to get us organized and I among the surviving warriors we found the four switches and released (to no one's surprise) Diablo.
Suddenly, a new wave of monsters came flooding out from Diablo's chamber. They slaughtered many, and I was caught in the middle of it. Out of every one there I was closest to the three heroes facing the darkened reincarnation of king Leoric's son. They fought as if it was the last thing they would do, and although they had clearly overpowered the Lord of terror, they fought as if they were losing. Blood Raven shot hundreds of arrows the Mage launched a barrage of lightning blasts and the warrior hacked away at the monstrosity. Before I was knocked to the floor I heard a horrid screech emanating from the stone lodged deeply into Diablo's skull. When the warrior stuck his large claymore into the master demon's chest, the screech became unbearable and I fell to the floor.
We all stood away from the warrior, with the exception of the rogue and the mage. Baffled at why he stuck the soul stone into his forehead we all cleared a path as the rogue, mage, and warrior made their way back into Tristram. "Well, I have told you all I want to remember. Now, how bout that mug of ale?"