I was previously known as ReviewerAnonymous, but since I write now I guess I can't stay as a "reviewer"...
This is my first fic... please review!! Constructive comments will be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the storyline. This is based on a character I had so I guess the characterisation as well… Blizzard owns the rest.
Prologue
Rogue. For as long as I can remember, that was my identity. A group of women- warriors, members of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye. Our mastery of theft, traps and the bow defines our place in the Sanctuary.
When Diablo rose a few years ago, many of my Rogue sisters went to battle. I was too young, and could only watch on, as one by one, they went; and one by one, they perished.
Until one day, when Diablo was defeated. A Rogue, a Warrior and a Sorcerer were the heroes that saved out world, bring it back to life, revived it from its chaotic state.
The Sanctuary rejoiced in its rebirth, celebrating the end of chaos and corruption.
If only they were right.
The three heroes disappeared out of sight after a short period of time; and accompanying their disappearance was the reappearance of chaos - rumour had it, that Diablo was revived, along with his brothers, Mephisto and Baal. The Warrior whom had used his body as a limiting device for Diablo's power was not strong enough, and he was overtaken. The other two heroes have also fallen. Apparently there was an insane mage in the deserts claiming to have defeated Diablo, and is now corrupted.
And our fellow Rogue sister, according to Kashya, our Mercenary Captain, has fallen as the dead-raising Blood Raven, using the bodies of our dead sisters as her weapons, corrupting our Sisterhood.
The Sisterhood had retreated into a small encampment on a plain, powerless against the present powers of Diablo and his brothers. There were many travellers passing our way, heading towards the goal of defeating the three Prime Evils. The best we could do to help was to aid them as mercenaries.
Being a mercenary myself, I have mastered the skills of the bow, as well as magic - Inner Sight and Ice Arrows. Some of my friends opt for Fire Arrows, but I prefer the silence of chill.
However, as well as we were trained, we have proved to be the choice of mercenary of only a few. Many of my sisters have been sent back from the deserts of Lut Gholein, the tropics of Kurast, or even the snow-capped mountains of Harrogath, being replaced by other mercenaries. None have returned victorious.
Rogues were dying out; we were not strong enough this time. Many types of warriors have passed us, including the strong Barbarian, the holy Paladin, the mysterious Necromancer, the magical Sorceress (whom our healer, Akara, always greeted warmly), the stealthy Assassin, and the Wild Druid. But the group that most intrigue the Sisterhood and I, are the independent, headstrong Amazons.
Us Rogues have developed a kind of hostility towards the Amazons that pass, though I suppose it was out of jealousy; the Amazons could wield the bow as good as if not better than we can, but in addition, they had also mastered the javelin and spear, and had a connection with the divine, allowing them to surpass us in the use of magic. They were also stronger and tougher, highly independent and fearless.
For as long as I can remember, I have been a Rogue. An unhappy Rogue, because of the deaths around me, and more so, the inability to help. I felt too dependent on others, too powerless. It was my wish to accompany an Amazon on a journey, learning her skills, learning to be strong.
But the Amazons were also the group of warriors whom was most likely to dismiss their Rogues. I can understand; why would you have a mercenary whose skills you already possess?
That was why, when Kashya informed the mercenaries that an Amazon had defeated Blood Raven, and that one of us would have to accompany her as a mercenary, she did not sound too pleased or excited, nor did anyone else.
Slinging my bow over my shoulder, I followed the rest of my Rogue Sisters to line up at the training grounds, waiting for another warrior to come and inspect us, and then pick one of us for the sake of free mercenary service.