CHAPTER 1
The rogue stood by the church and leaned on her long bow. She pushed an errant strand of dark brown hair out of her snow pale face. Her full ruby red lips and pale face set off her eyes, which were of the lightest amythest flecked with gold. Her body was covered only scantily* with sturdy brown cloth.
She could hear unhumanly screams and snarls echoing inside of the church. The windows shone with an eerie unnatural light, making the window in the shape of a cross seem like it was evil. Which, she remended herself, it probably was. She had traveled many lands in her twenty-one years and seen many cases of possesion, but none like this. She felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up inside of her, one that she rarely felt. It was fear. She shoved it out of the way and instead thought of the people living in the village of Tristram.
There was Griswold, the ugly blacksmith who spoke with a Cornish accent. He was skilled at his job: she could see that by his work. Ogden, the tavern owner, was slightly odd. He had some sort of nervous condition. The rogue, named Calien**, was surprised that he had not already had a nervous breakdown. Then there was Pepin, the village healer. He was odd, but generous and skilled at healing. Calien had taken an immediate liking to him. Gillian was the barmaid. She was a beautiful woman of about twenty- five*** and very kind. Deckard Cain seemed to always be standing by the water fountain. He could tell you what almost anything was, for a fee. Calien could tell he had something to hide. Farnham was always drunk and always hung-over. He never stopped rambling about a pile of gold beneath the church, or how useless Calien's weapons were. Wirt was the boy who lost his mother, father, and leg to the demons. He was widely known as a cheapskate, and had a huge crush on Gillian. Then there was Adria the witch. People said that she was very dangerous and untrustworthy. Calien knew that she was dangerous, but untrustworthy... no, not untrustworthy, just ...distant.
A deep yell startled Calien out of her thoughts. The yell came again. Strangely enough, it was human. Calien hurried down the stone steps to see what was going on. When she got down, a horrible sight met her eyes...
* Sorry, I can't spell. The spellcheck on Microsoft Word isn't working right now. ** An original name by ME! Don't steal it! *** Dunno how old Gillian really is, but oh well.
So, how did you like it? PLEASE review! I need feedback! Yes, I know, a short chapter and a cliffhanger. But I have to go let the dogs in and take them on a walk. I'll write soon, and REVIEW!!!!! Flames accepted but not aappreciated. Only, if you're going to flame, tell me WHY you disliked my story/chapter or I'll delete it.
The rogue stood by the church and leaned on her long bow. She pushed an errant strand of dark brown hair out of her snow pale face. Her full ruby red lips and pale face set off her eyes, which were of the lightest amythest flecked with gold. Her body was covered only scantily* with sturdy brown cloth.
She could hear unhumanly screams and snarls echoing inside of the church. The windows shone with an eerie unnatural light, making the window in the shape of a cross seem like it was evil. Which, she remended herself, it probably was. She had traveled many lands in her twenty-one years and seen many cases of possesion, but none like this. She felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up inside of her, one that she rarely felt. It was fear. She shoved it out of the way and instead thought of the people living in the village of Tristram.
There was Griswold, the ugly blacksmith who spoke with a Cornish accent. He was skilled at his job: she could see that by his work. Ogden, the tavern owner, was slightly odd. He had some sort of nervous condition. The rogue, named Calien**, was surprised that he had not already had a nervous breakdown. Then there was Pepin, the village healer. He was odd, but generous and skilled at healing. Calien had taken an immediate liking to him. Gillian was the barmaid. She was a beautiful woman of about twenty- five*** and very kind. Deckard Cain seemed to always be standing by the water fountain. He could tell you what almost anything was, for a fee. Calien could tell he had something to hide. Farnham was always drunk and always hung-over. He never stopped rambling about a pile of gold beneath the church, or how useless Calien's weapons were. Wirt was the boy who lost his mother, father, and leg to the demons. He was widely known as a cheapskate, and had a huge crush on Gillian. Then there was Adria the witch. People said that she was very dangerous and untrustworthy. Calien knew that she was dangerous, but untrustworthy... no, not untrustworthy, just ...distant.
A deep yell startled Calien out of her thoughts. The yell came again. Strangely enough, it was human. Calien hurried down the stone steps to see what was going on. When she got down, a horrible sight met her eyes...
* Sorry, I can't spell. The spellcheck on Microsoft Word isn't working right now. ** An original name by ME! Don't steal it! *** Dunno how old Gillian really is, but oh well.
So, how did you like it? PLEASE review! I need feedback! Yes, I know, a short chapter and a cliffhanger. But I have to go let the dogs in and take them on a walk. I'll write soon, and REVIEW!!!!! Flames accepted but not aappreciated. Only, if you're going to flame, tell me WHY you disliked my story/chapter or I'll delete it.