DISCLAIMER- I don't own Diablo... yet, anyway the characters are mine, (MINE) but Blizzard Entertainment owns the overall idea. ON WITH THE FIC!
"The Puppetmaster"
By Alpha Draconis
The small battered caravan passed though the mountains, and fields of the Rogue Pass. Andariel had been beaten several days before, and now Warriv and his caravans (including the dubious Gheed). Were travelling to Lut Gholein. The Courageous Five who had beaten Andariel and were now looking to find Tal Rasha's Tomb, which was somewhere beneath the deserts of Aranoch. Four of the five had stayed behind to eliminate any remaining demons in the monastery and to help out the Rogues, but one member travelled East with the caravans. The Necromancer travelled.
He was referred to as The Puppetmaster, but his real name was Adrian
Tombes. He was a mid teen, unlike most graduated Necromancers. He had a kind face, blue-grey eyes, and spiked brown hair. He was a veteran of many battles, and was not such a pushover as many of the Rathma are dubbed. He wore Blink bat's Leather armour, which he relieved from Blink bat the Shaman. His armour was incredibly tough, and burned to the touch. His helm had a flawless skull and a chipped ruby socketed into it, while all of his amulets and rings had various mystic powers. He always wore a Spiked shield, imbued by Charsi for him. His main weapons were his Long bow of Beryl, and his Vicious Spiked Club of Shock. Besides that, he could raise several skeletons and skeletal mages, a Golem and was handy in cursing enemies. But now he faced his greatest challenge... listening to Warriv ramble on about Lut Gholein as they crossed a seemingly infinite mountain range. Adrian groaned as Warriv continued. It was going to be a long day...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 Days Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adrian stepped out of the caravan into the burning light of the sun, and into the bustling street of Lut Gholein. Walking around through the metropolis, he found Gheed lying on the ground, smelling of Narlat Weed.
"Gheed? GHEED!" He yelled at the stoned merchant who didn't answer, except for a snore. Adrian walked by him, and towards the city's gate. He stopped and talked to the guard.
"Hey," He began, "Could you open this gate up for me?"
"Your funeral." He simply put, motioning other guards to heave open the gates.
"Thanks." Adrian said stepping out of the city's limits.
"Whatever."
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After a while in the blistering sun with no foes to vanquish, and nothing of value lying around, Adrian was more than a little frustrated.
If Baal is here, then where are all the monsters, he grumpily thought. He stepped onto a small rock outcropping, and looked ahead.
He was shocked, and saw several Sabre Cat females all in circles around one victim, kicking him relentlessly. Adrian was disgusted but realized he had to act when one of them was about to drive a spear into the wounded one.
Adrian focused hard and... a large pile of rock burst upward in front of the Sabre Cat scaring it badly. The rock took shape as a Golem, and its massive arms instantly snapped the cat's neck and turned towards the other shocked enemies. With the surprise entrance buying him time, Adrian ran out towards his monster and summoned a Skeletal Mage from the Sabre Cat. The now three allies of good charged at the remaining four Sabre Cats. In one powerful blow Adrian, the Puppetmaster swung his spiked club and severed two of the Sabre cats heads, sending them flying, while the Golem preformed a massive body slam crushing one cat into a bloody pulp. The Skeletal Mage shot a bolt of fire at the last cat, which erupt in flames and ran around shrieking for several seconds, and then the shrieking stopped.
The Puppetmaster ran to the fallen victim and pulled back the cloak's hood and was utterly shocked.
"I-It's a Sabre Cat!" He choked out. The Mage raised his hands, but the Necromancer stopped him and wordlessly stepped towards the feline beauty.
She was the enemy, or was she? He looked at the usually vicious cat; she seemed so weak, so fragile, and so... innocent.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He groaned as he lifted her up in his arms and begun to walk back towards Lut Gholein, calling back to his confused minions. "Well are you going with me or not." The minions, still confused followed. Adrian didn't know what would happen next. Today had been a day like no other.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Alpha Draconis- Well whaddya think? Also in the later parts, more of the Courageous Five meet up with the Puppetmaster.
"The Puppetmaster"
By Alpha Draconis
The small battered caravan passed though the mountains, and fields of the Rogue Pass. Andariel had been beaten several days before, and now Warriv and his caravans (including the dubious Gheed). Were travelling to Lut Gholein. The Courageous Five who had beaten Andariel and were now looking to find Tal Rasha's Tomb, which was somewhere beneath the deserts of Aranoch. Four of the five had stayed behind to eliminate any remaining demons in the monastery and to help out the Rogues, but one member travelled East with the caravans. The Necromancer travelled.
He was referred to as The Puppetmaster, but his real name was Adrian
Tombes. He was a mid teen, unlike most graduated Necromancers. He had a kind face, blue-grey eyes, and spiked brown hair. He was a veteran of many battles, and was not such a pushover as many of the Rathma are dubbed. He wore Blink bat's Leather armour, which he relieved from Blink bat the Shaman. His armour was incredibly tough, and burned to the touch. His helm had a flawless skull and a chipped ruby socketed into it, while all of his amulets and rings had various mystic powers. He always wore a Spiked shield, imbued by Charsi for him. His main weapons were his Long bow of Beryl, and his Vicious Spiked Club of Shock. Besides that, he could raise several skeletons and skeletal mages, a Golem and was handy in cursing enemies. But now he faced his greatest challenge... listening to Warriv ramble on about Lut Gholein as they crossed a seemingly infinite mountain range. Adrian groaned as Warriv continued. It was going to be a long day...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 Days Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adrian stepped out of the caravan into the burning light of the sun, and into the bustling street of Lut Gholein. Walking around through the metropolis, he found Gheed lying on the ground, smelling of Narlat Weed.
"Gheed? GHEED!" He yelled at the stoned merchant who didn't answer, except for a snore. Adrian walked by him, and towards the city's gate. He stopped and talked to the guard.
"Hey," He began, "Could you open this gate up for me?"
"Your funeral." He simply put, motioning other guards to heave open the gates.
"Thanks." Adrian said stepping out of the city's limits.
"Whatever."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After a while in the blistering sun with no foes to vanquish, and nothing of value lying around, Adrian was more than a little frustrated.
If Baal is here, then where are all the monsters, he grumpily thought. He stepped onto a small rock outcropping, and looked ahead.
He was shocked, and saw several Sabre Cat females all in circles around one victim, kicking him relentlessly. Adrian was disgusted but realized he had to act when one of them was about to drive a spear into the wounded one.
Adrian focused hard and... a large pile of rock burst upward in front of the Sabre Cat scaring it badly. The rock took shape as a Golem, and its massive arms instantly snapped the cat's neck and turned towards the other shocked enemies. With the surprise entrance buying him time, Adrian ran out towards his monster and summoned a Skeletal Mage from the Sabre Cat. The now three allies of good charged at the remaining four Sabre Cats. In one powerful blow Adrian, the Puppetmaster swung his spiked club and severed two of the Sabre cats heads, sending them flying, while the Golem preformed a massive body slam crushing one cat into a bloody pulp. The Skeletal Mage shot a bolt of fire at the last cat, which erupt in flames and ran around shrieking for several seconds, and then the shrieking stopped.
The Puppetmaster ran to the fallen victim and pulled back the cloak's hood and was utterly shocked.
"I-It's a Sabre Cat!" He choked out. The Mage raised his hands, but the Necromancer stopped him and wordlessly stepped towards the feline beauty.
She was the enemy, or was she? He looked at the usually vicious cat; she seemed so weak, so fragile, and so... innocent.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He groaned as he lifted her up in his arms and begun to walk back towards Lut Gholein, calling back to his confused minions. "Well are you going with me or not." The minions, still confused followed. Adrian didn't know what would happen next. Today had been a day like no other.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Alpha Draconis- Well whaddya think? Also in the later parts, more of the Courageous Five meet up with the Puppetmaster.