I don't care what any of you say. I just had to post this! Yeah, I don't own anybody. But I don't know who does. But I'm sure you do, so go thank them for coming up with that game Diablo and Diablo II. Where did they get that name anyway, Oh wait. Here's a dictionary. Well if it were in the dictionary it would be between the words "diablerie" (Dealing with demons) and "diabolic" (I'm not wasting my time putting the definition in here. If you do not know what it means look it up yourself!). So we know he is some sort of Devil- guy- Satan-evil-dude or thingy.
So everyone is Diablo II has some sort of story. "Please protect us!", "Give me my hammer", "Kill this guy." and Yadda yadda. They tell you to fight but they don't do very much. "I would go with you but, uh, the whole walking corpse thing makes me a bit nervous."
What about those little dudes and dudettes that do follow you? That do risk your life for you. That die if you die. That you have to make sure are healthy and can give them armor, helmets and weapons. You know the guy or girl that follows you around like a little dog to "help" you fight! I swear I think of them as a pet because I have to make sure there not killing themselves by trying to fight everybody at once while I stand back and let them. Then you have to make sure they are sting with weapons, armor, and a helmet. I'm talking about the mercenaries in case you didn't already know
Well if your still reading this I'm almost done. Just had to do a little ranting there. Here is a story about the mercenaries who follow you. I have not finished the game Diablo II. I'm only on the second act. But lets pretend I didn't tell you that. I played as the sorceress and do not know much about the other people. Here is the sorceress and her mercenary followers.
Her name is Anuck. (You don't know where I got that name? Don't ask.) Her first mercenary was a Rogue named Annor.
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The Trainer
Part 1: Annor
I never knew I would become a "trainer." I had barely just been trained myself by the great sorceresses. They told me my mind was pure and my magic was strong as they sent me out into the world. I was transported to the Rouge encampment in the West. The sisters were very close to our sorceress clan a long time ago. Now I was sent to help them. Even though I felt unworthy equipped only with my staff. I had no money or armor. But soon I learned that it didn't matter.
I gained my skills while fighting in the wilderness. Dark creatures and the undead lurched everywhere. Kashya, the commander of the Rouges didn't trust me yet. Not until I killed Blood Raven. After that Kashya lent me a mercenary Rouge free of charge. That was when I met Annor.
We didn't really talk at first. She followed me and helped out where she could, but her skills were not as good as mine, so I began to train her. Not as a sorceress, of course. But I taught her to clear her mind as she shot her arrows. She must have thought it was a bunch of hog wash at first. And she didn't really seem to like me as our adventure in the West continued.
Then I bought her a bow. I added some gems to it so it would be more powerful. After that her skills improved and we were evenly matched in fighting. The routine became Annor off in the distance shooting her poison arrows and me closer in casting my fire, lightning, and ice spells. If a creature came to close I would have to whack it on the head, but at least it didn't drain my manna.
I remember the first time she died. I was devastated. We were off to save Deckard Cain when we were ambushed by skeletons. I ran away thinking she would follow me when I heard a loud scream in the distance. I turned to see Annor fall dead on the ground. Tears welled in my eyes. "Annor." I whispered.
Then I ran at the skeletons whacking at them blindly and throwing spells every where. I couldn't bare to look at her body. I ran and cast a town portal not even saving Deckard Cain yet.
I sold some things when I got there and sadly walked over to Kashya. She wasn't to happy that I had let Annor die, as she accused, but with a price I could resurrect her or hire a new mercenary. I couldn't bare to train someone else so I didn't hesitate to raise her from the dead even though it cost a lot of money. I couldn't bare to leave Annor dead. Suddenly she was there again and I had to restrain myself from hugging her.
We went back to rescue Deckard Cain. Annor turned pale when she saw her dead body on the ground. We sent Deckard Cain and ignoring the danger around us we buried her old body right there in Tristram.
Annor seemed to respect me more after that. Even though she teased me about my greed and persistance on checking for coins in every barral even though some of them blew up in my face.
We began to joke with each other as we spent more time with each other.
"Must you look through every single barrel? Most of them end up exploding on you." Annor would tease.
"I need the money." I said. "Besides I can buy you new armor."
She was still rather quiet except for her occasional teasing. But we didn't need to talk. We seemed to know what to do when ever a fight against the demons and monsters took place. She seemed to know exactly where to stand off in the distance shooting her poison arrows while I ran in and out of the monsters casting spells were I could and wacking little shamans on their head.
It was hard to believe those were the easy days. I actually had time to sit around the fire at the Rogue encampment and talk with Warriv and Annor. Deckard Cain would sometimes tell us his stories and occasionally Kashya would sometimes tell us her stories of how it was before evil corrupted their sisterhood. I had killed Blood Raven after dying and a little of a struggle but I never thought of her as being human once. Annor didn't know her so she had no stories to tell on the matter.
Once when we were around the fire late at night. Deckard Cain had gone to bed. He was a weak man but still full of energy when he told his stories of life in Tristram. But tonight he had been too tired to tell a story which was a surprise to me. He had been complaining about headaches all day. Anyway he went to bed which was fine to me. Kashya was no where to be seen and Akara stayed near her tent as she always did. It was only Warriv, Annor and me sitting on stumps surrounding the fire.
Warriv had just put on some new logs on the fire.
"Think it's hot enough?" I said finishing some hot broth from a wooden bowl.
He looked at me and gave me a goofy sideways smile. I smiled back at him. He was nice and always had some riddle or wise words to say.
"Tis better to feel these flames than the flames of hell." He said jokingly. Maybe he drank a little to much of Gheed's ale, I couldn't tell.
We stared at each other for a moment I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He simply held the same goofy smile.
Annor cleared her throat lightly reminding me that she was still their.
I looked away and put my wooden bowl on the ground next to me and leaned in closer to the fire letting the warmth caress my face. Even though I was already sweating despite the bight of cold and the dreary rain drops falling every now and then. I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth and I opened them when I heard Warriv get up.
"Well ladies, I'm off to the ol' bed."
And he left glancing back once at me. I waved and laughed to myself as he went inside his tent.
I smiled and looked down at the ground. It was strange but Warriv made me laugh. I looked up again to see that Annor was staring at me with teasing eyes.
"What?" I accused wondering why she was staring.
"So what do you think of Warriv?" She said with a hint of fun in her voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked and she just sat there staring at me.
"Well he's nice . . ." I began.
"He's funny."
"I think he likes you." Annor accused.
"What!" I yelled rather loud. An Rogue guard shushed me from somewhere.
"Warriv?" I thought out loud wondering what it would be if we were lovers. We had occasionally flirted but it was always just for fun. I had never thought of him in that way, til now.
"It would never work." I said more to myself than to Annor. She giggled teasingly.
"Besides he travels to much."
Annor got up and stretched leaving me to my thoughts.
"Goodnight, Anuck." She said.
I sighed. Not much got past Annor because she was quite observant. She knew when to say things as well and when not to carry one. But could Warriv really like me?
"Meet me here at dawn." I instructed after her. She waved back at me without even looking.
"We got an big day ahead of us." But she knew the routine. We always left the Rogue encampment at dawn and came back at sunset.
"In fact everyday's a big day." I murmured to myself.
I stared into the flames then eventually walked to my tent. I opened the flap and lay on my cot not even bothering to take off my armor and helmet. I had been sleeping in it for a long time now always scared the camp might get attacked one day. My bones ached longing for the rest.
Maybe I did like Warriv. But I figured he probably had no interest in me. Or did he?
I lay there awake for a while thinking of what Annor had said. "So what do you think of Warriv?" She had said. Without meaning to, she had gotten me thinking of men in general.
I had never had time for a lover, though I was curious about romance. All my childhood had been spent training for this day as was foreseen in an old sorceress's prophecy. Every girl was trained to become a clear minded magic user. I was chosen among all of the other girls and I never knew why. The old sorceress's told me I had the sharpest mind and the most maturity even though I felt unworthy of such a statement.
Now I hadn't had time to think of anything except fighting. So that night, laying in the tent I decided I would look for a male companion. I was way past the traditional marriage age and I had always planned that someday I would be married, but only now did I have true thoughts of companionship. I decided I would look out for the perfect candidate to be my husband, if I even lived through this adventure . . .
[I don't care what you think. OK I do care. If it's a little weird, I know. I'll probably continue later. But this is it for now. So review. If you think you wasted your time reading this, sorry. But there is not much Diablo stuff to read now-a-days. If you don't get it, sorry again.]
So everyone is Diablo II has some sort of story. "Please protect us!", "Give me my hammer", "Kill this guy." and Yadda yadda. They tell you to fight but they don't do very much. "I would go with you but, uh, the whole walking corpse thing makes me a bit nervous."
What about those little dudes and dudettes that do follow you? That do risk your life for you. That die if you die. That you have to make sure are healthy and can give them armor, helmets and weapons. You know the guy or girl that follows you around like a little dog to "help" you fight! I swear I think of them as a pet because I have to make sure there not killing themselves by trying to fight everybody at once while I stand back and let them. Then you have to make sure they are sting with weapons, armor, and a helmet. I'm talking about the mercenaries in case you didn't already know
Well if your still reading this I'm almost done. Just had to do a little ranting there. Here is a story about the mercenaries who follow you. I have not finished the game Diablo II. I'm only on the second act. But lets pretend I didn't tell you that. I played as the sorceress and do not know much about the other people. Here is the sorceress and her mercenary followers.
Her name is Anuck. (You don't know where I got that name? Don't ask.) Her first mercenary was a Rogue named Annor.
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The Trainer
Part 1: Annor
I never knew I would become a "trainer." I had barely just been trained myself by the great sorceresses. They told me my mind was pure and my magic was strong as they sent me out into the world. I was transported to the Rouge encampment in the West. The sisters were very close to our sorceress clan a long time ago. Now I was sent to help them. Even though I felt unworthy equipped only with my staff. I had no money or armor. But soon I learned that it didn't matter.
I gained my skills while fighting in the wilderness. Dark creatures and the undead lurched everywhere. Kashya, the commander of the Rouges didn't trust me yet. Not until I killed Blood Raven. After that Kashya lent me a mercenary Rouge free of charge. That was when I met Annor.
We didn't really talk at first. She followed me and helped out where she could, but her skills were not as good as mine, so I began to train her. Not as a sorceress, of course. But I taught her to clear her mind as she shot her arrows. She must have thought it was a bunch of hog wash at first. And she didn't really seem to like me as our adventure in the West continued.
Then I bought her a bow. I added some gems to it so it would be more powerful. After that her skills improved and we were evenly matched in fighting. The routine became Annor off in the distance shooting her poison arrows and me closer in casting my fire, lightning, and ice spells. If a creature came to close I would have to whack it on the head, but at least it didn't drain my manna.
I remember the first time she died. I was devastated. We were off to save Deckard Cain when we were ambushed by skeletons. I ran away thinking she would follow me when I heard a loud scream in the distance. I turned to see Annor fall dead on the ground. Tears welled in my eyes. "Annor." I whispered.
Then I ran at the skeletons whacking at them blindly and throwing spells every where. I couldn't bare to look at her body. I ran and cast a town portal not even saving Deckard Cain yet.
I sold some things when I got there and sadly walked over to Kashya. She wasn't to happy that I had let Annor die, as she accused, but with a price I could resurrect her or hire a new mercenary. I couldn't bare to train someone else so I didn't hesitate to raise her from the dead even though it cost a lot of money. I couldn't bare to leave Annor dead. Suddenly she was there again and I had to restrain myself from hugging her.
We went back to rescue Deckard Cain. Annor turned pale when she saw her dead body on the ground. We sent Deckard Cain and ignoring the danger around us we buried her old body right there in Tristram.
Annor seemed to respect me more after that. Even though she teased me about my greed and persistance on checking for coins in every barral even though some of them blew up in my face.
We began to joke with each other as we spent more time with each other.
"Must you look through every single barrel? Most of them end up exploding on you." Annor would tease.
"I need the money." I said. "Besides I can buy you new armor."
She was still rather quiet except for her occasional teasing. But we didn't need to talk. We seemed to know what to do when ever a fight against the demons and monsters took place. She seemed to know exactly where to stand off in the distance shooting her poison arrows while I ran in and out of the monsters casting spells were I could and wacking little shamans on their head.
It was hard to believe those were the easy days. I actually had time to sit around the fire at the Rogue encampment and talk with Warriv and Annor. Deckard Cain would sometimes tell us his stories and occasionally Kashya would sometimes tell us her stories of how it was before evil corrupted their sisterhood. I had killed Blood Raven after dying and a little of a struggle but I never thought of her as being human once. Annor didn't know her so she had no stories to tell on the matter.
Once when we were around the fire late at night. Deckard Cain had gone to bed. He was a weak man but still full of energy when he told his stories of life in Tristram. But tonight he had been too tired to tell a story which was a surprise to me. He had been complaining about headaches all day. Anyway he went to bed which was fine to me. Kashya was no where to be seen and Akara stayed near her tent as she always did. It was only Warriv, Annor and me sitting on stumps surrounding the fire.
Warriv had just put on some new logs on the fire.
"Think it's hot enough?" I said finishing some hot broth from a wooden bowl.
He looked at me and gave me a goofy sideways smile. I smiled back at him. He was nice and always had some riddle or wise words to say.
"Tis better to feel these flames than the flames of hell." He said jokingly. Maybe he drank a little to much of Gheed's ale, I couldn't tell.
We stared at each other for a moment I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He simply held the same goofy smile.
Annor cleared her throat lightly reminding me that she was still their.
I looked away and put my wooden bowl on the ground next to me and leaned in closer to the fire letting the warmth caress my face. Even though I was already sweating despite the bight of cold and the dreary rain drops falling every now and then. I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth and I opened them when I heard Warriv get up.
"Well ladies, I'm off to the ol' bed."
And he left glancing back once at me. I waved and laughed to myself as he went inside his tent.
I smiled and looked down at the ground. It was strange but Warriv made me laugh. I looked up again to see that Annor was staring at me with teasing eyes.
"What?" I accused wondering why she was staring.
"So what do you think of Warriv?" She said with a hint of fun in her voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked and she just sat there staring at me.
"Well he's nice . . ." I began.
"He's funny."
"I think he likes you." Annor accused.
"What!" I yelled rather loud. An Rogue guard shushed me from somewhere.
"Warriv?" I thought out loud wondering what it would be if we were lovers. We had occasionally flirted but it was always just for fun. I had never thought of him in that way, til now.
"It would never work." I said more to myself than to Annor. She giggled teasingly.
"Besides he travels to much."
Annor got up and stretched leaving me to my thoughts.
"Goodnight, Anuck." She said.
I sighed. Not much got past Annor because she was quite observant. She knew when to say things as well and when not to carry one. But could Warriv really like me?
"Meet me here at dawn." I instructed after her. She waved back at me without even looking.
"We got an big day ahead of us." But she knew the routine. We always left the Rogue encampment at dawn and came back at sunset.
"In fact everyday's a big day." I murmured to myself.
I stared into the flames then eventually walked to my tent. I opened the flap and lay on my cot not even bothering to take off my armor and helmet. I had been sleeping in it for a long time now always scared the camp might get attacked one day. My bones ached longing for the rest.
Maybe I did like Warriv. But I figured he probably had no interest in me. Or did he?
I lay there awake for a while thinking of what Annor had said. "So what do you think of Warriv?" She had said. Without meaning to, she had gotten me thinking of men in general.
I had never had time for a lover, though I was curious about romance. All my childhood had been spent training for this day as was foreseen in an old sorceress's prophecy. Every girl was trained to become a clear minded magic user. I was chosen among all of the other girls and I never knew why. The old sorceress's told me I had the sharpest mind and the most maturity even though I felt unworthy of such a statement.
Now I hadn't had time to think of anything except fighting. So that night, laying in the tent I decided I would look for a male companion. I was way past the traditional marriage age and I had always planned that someday I would be married, but only now did I have true thoughts of companionship. I decided I would look out for the perfect candidate to be my husband, if I even lived through this adventure . . .
[I don't care what you think. OK I do care. If it's a little weird, I know. I'll probably continue later. But this is it for now. So review. If you think you wasted your time reading this, sorry. But there is not much Diablo stuff to read now-a-days. If you don't get it, sorry again.]