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Please review and tell me whether or not you think I should continue. Also I would be happy to hear any ideas you have, and any discrepancies that you find between this and the 2 games.
I can't say when it all began but it must have been a long time ago. Human memory is short, so none of us knew much. We guessed it must have been long ago since neither haven nor hell really has a beginning. To us it began years ago when the archbishop came. He was cloaked in the light of the Zakarum church. Some even said that he was a paladin once, but to me he was just another one of those zealots. He never seemed very strong, limping occasionally, as if an old would never healed. We heard of revolts against the church in the city of Kurast, but they were apparently put down quickly.
He was a just archbishop, and ruled his fellow priests wisely. He got more troops to defend out poor village. We were farmers, though with time we grew, and could consider ourselves a village by some standards. It was then that the feeling of foreboding came over the monastery, and few ventured there, except for the faithful ones. The bishop no longer walked among our houses, he stayed in the monastery and preached from there. He seemed completely unaffected by the darkness that seemed to linger over that place. It was another week before all stopped coming to the monastery, even though the archbishop still preached. Several more weeks passed and then the demons came.
Most of us thought that would be the scariest event we would face, but we were soon proved wrong. By day we farmed, and by night we huddled with out families in our houses hoping for just a bit of protection. The bishop could no longer be seen. After several days a tiny stream of heroes came. Some were warriors there to hone their skills, some were truly interested in helping us, but most were there just for the treasures hidden beneath the looming monastery. It soon came to pass that the king came through our village, hearing of this curse.
Almost immediately, the bishop took his son "to look the monastery, and see the glory of the church of the Zakarum". According to him the monsters never came to the top of the monastery, so the king agreed, sending half the guard with him. The boy never returned, neither did the bishop. The king went mad shortly there after, and decided to dare the dank labyrinth himself, with the rest of his guards. Their screams are al that reminded of the fate of those poor fools.
Finally the villagers decided to do something. All of us who had some courage decided to gather and enter the labyrinth. Many of us came but few returned. I was one of the group that went down, and one of the few that returned. Wirt was there, though we tried to make him leave, he mingled with the crowd, and came anyway. I guess now that is was to avenge his parents, poor lad. Griswold the blacksmith came, even though he was pleaded not to go. He was the villages' main source of income. He refused to stay, saying that he was the best fighter that we had. I came because I had once fought bandits that attacked the village so I had some experience there.
We descended in to the labyrinth, and even got to the second level be fore the carnage began. The priest that showed us the way disappeared, so we were left to fight the raging demon on our own.
"The butcher" that was what he called it. It had a cleaver that had the hells curse of fire upon it.
We ran.
We had no choice.
Damn it… There was nothing I could do.
I got lucky, Griswold found me and the boy Wirt. He led us up to a staircase where we managed to get out of the horrible place. The horrors that I saw there I hope to never see again, and wouldn't wish them even on my worst enemy. When we came back to the village, we told our story to the village elder, Deckard Cain. Most of the people that survived entering the labyrinth stayed in Tristram. But some like me fled to other villages where the joined other outcasts.
I am Marius, and this is where MY story really begins.