Revision of:
The HELlHole
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Authors note: I don't own Diablo. Kinda obvious. Also this is revision of a
previous story I wrote namely the hellhole. This is and extension to that
story. It takes place before and after the one I wrote so enjoy. Please
read and review.
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Ah Tristram. I haven't been to this glorious little town since I was very young. It has changed since then. My old friend Ogden opened an Inn great for me to stay in. the small town had shrunk and at the same time had grown. The bodies rotting around this little town could have driven any normal person wandering around looking for a drink.
Many people of this land had run away. King Leoric lost a son and went mad. Adventurers from every corner of this world came to challenge the evil growing here. The inn was crowded as I imagined. Bustling with adventurers telling their stories to whoever wanted to listen.
I decided on staying up and talking to some of the warriors and mages among the crowds of people and drinks. Tough looking warriors that have truly seen the face of a demon were moody and stayed to themselves while young inexperienced men bragged about how many animals they killed on a hunt. At that moment I realized I was one of them I sat down and ordered some ale.
Cutthroat rogues were everywhere, some already brawling with some of the young warriors. The rogues suppressed them easily. I went over to talk to the secluded rogue over the corner. "Hello there, may I ask you your name?" "It is Blood Raven warrior. Now please it is late, leave me be." With that she left to her room. Saddened by this turn of events, I went over to a strange fighter atop a table doing a strange dance and acting like a fool.
Leaving the fool alone, I wandered over toward a recluse mage. I looked over his shoulder and at the incantations from which he was studying. Watching me eyeing a spell, he quickly cast me away with a wave of his hand. Finally tired of all the commotion in Ogden's Inn, I left and watched the Cathedral in which I did not know would decay my soul and mind. I went back into my room and polished my sword and straightened my shield. Then I retired into my last sane sleep.
Ah Tristram. I haven't been to this glorious little town since I was very young. It has changed since then. My old friend Ogden opened an Inn great for me to stay in. the small town had shrunk and at the same time had grown. The bodies rotting around this little town could have driven any normal person wandering around looking for a drink.
Many people of this land had run away. King Leoric lost a son and went mad. Adventurers from every corner of this world came to challenge the evil growing here. The inn was crowded as I imagined. Bustling with adventurers telling their stories to whoever wanted to listen.
I decided on staying up and talking to some of the warriors and mages among the crowds of people and drinks. Tough looking warriors that have truly seen the face of a demon were moody and stayed to themselves while young inexperienced men bragged about how many animals they killed on a hunt. At that moment I realized I was one of them I sat down and ordered some ale.
Cutthroat rogues were everywhere, some already brawling with some of the young warriors. The rogues suppressed them easily. I went over to talk to the secluded rogue over the corner. "Hello there, may I ask you your name?" "It is Blood Raven warrior. Now please it is late, leave me be." With that she left to her room. Saddened by this turn of events, I went over to a strange fighter atop a table doing a strange dance and acting like a fool.
Leaving the fool alone, I wandered over toward a recluse mage. I looked over his shoulder and at the incantations from which he was studying. Watching me eyeing a spell, he quickly cast me away with a wave of his hand. Finally tired of all the commotion in Ogden's Inn, I left and watched the Cathedral in which I did not know would decay my soul and mind. I went back into my room and polished my sword and straightened my shield. Then I retired into my last sane sleep.
