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"Why is it always so cold" shivered the man as he slowly walked, talking to himself.
This cave is cursed. A man could freeze to death here by walking. The cold cuts to the bone and makes a person weak. There is no light whatsoever and it's hard to see anything let alone fight. No wonder Akara calls this place the Den of Evil.
"Be warned Paladin, as this cave spawns hellish creatures and no one has ever gone in and left in one piece," were the last words that Akara had said to me, before I left for the quest. Why did I have to go and this idiotic quest to gain her trust anyway.
It's getting colder as each seconds pass and I can't stand the cold any longer! I began to concentrate on an aura and soon the cave was illuminated with the effects of Holy Fire. Warmth swept through my body like a locust to a field and I began to breathe in relief. The aura lighted the cave and now I could see for the first time what kind of a hellish place it was. Bones and pieces of rusted armor were lying on the ground. The walls were plastered with dry blood or strange markings. The pungent smell of rotten bodies lingered in the air. I began to walk among the debris and hoped that this cave wasn't going to be my grave.
Up ahead I could distinctively hear small voices chanting some strange rhyme. I bet they are Fallens doing a ritual sacrifice. Gheed a merchant in the Rogue Encampment mentioned about these little savage warriors.
"For every Fallen that falls, their Shaman will revive. You will not be able to defeat them without defeating the foundation and that's the Shaman," Gheed once told me.
I turned my concentration off and Holy Fire turned off. I knew that I could not risk being spotted and ambushed. I crept slowly on the ground trying not to make any noise. The chanting slowly grew louder and louder.
I drew my short sword from my waist and raised my shield in anticipation for a battle. From the voices I could deduce that there were maybe 10-15 creatures there. I could see the small fiery fire with flames dancing to their chanting. I knew I had to use my strongest spells in order to beat them. My best aura concentration flared up and I began to feel its effects. Auras are truly amazing. My body immediately began to become at high alert and my mind could concentrate on only one thing. All the feelings of cold and weakness were gone and were replaced by the fire to kill the enemy. I charged into the camp with my shields up and my sword at hand, ready to do battle.
Nothing was there. The small fire crackling next to me was the only sign that life had ever existed. My concentration aura wavered for a second and then I noticed the pungent smell of something horrible in the shadows.
"You will not escape from this cave alive warrior," out of the darkness came out a queer looking demon. It held a strange dagger, and wore something like a headband. Its skin was redder then blood and I began to be wary. I knew for sure that I heard more then one voice and was ready for an ambush. I prepared to charge this creature, before it had a chance to react. My concentration aura flared back up, but before I could make a move, little demons started to appear everywhere.
"Heh," snickered the shaman, "get ready to do die!" Starting to panic, I looked around and saw malicious little demons armed to the teeth with assortments of weapons. They all appeared to have no armor, but their numbers alone were frightening. Sweat began to appear in small drops in my hand. I prayed to the God of Zakarum for guidance and for courage. With the fury of a Paladin's rage I began to use the ancient techniques handed to us long ago.
Paladin's are taught at an early age to enhance their physical abilities to strike tremendous blows on our enemies. My muscles began to get stronger with each passing second and I was ready to begin the battle. I let forth swift volleys of attacks with the technique zeal. To the enemy a Paladin's zeal is too fast for the eye to see and takes tremendous strength and agility for the paladin to pull it off. I let all my fury, pain and the desire to rid this world of evil out with every single blow I gave and yet they kept coming.
The blood, and the smell of rotting flesh filled the air. My once silver armor was sprayed with red specks. I began to back to the wall, but these hellish creatures kept coming for more. I side stepped one of their attacks and cleanly chopped his head off. I made a mistake as I realized that my side was vulnerable. A demon tried to stab me, but in a desperate parry, I swung my sword and barely caught his edge. I jumped and brought my sword down, like a butcher would do when cutting a pig, and the demon was split in two.
"Ahh!" I yelled as a small cut skimmed my elbow. The demon who made the cut was grinning evilly and was going to do the finishing blow, but luck was on my side as my shield deflected his attack and I stabbed his neck as his life and soul were ripped apart from his body. I ran back to the wall and looked up and saw that there was still a whole army left of these creatures. Every single demon I killed was being revived by the shaman. Despair filled every part of my body and seemed to make me weaker. My aura was slowly dimming out, and with a poof gave out. I knew I had to think of something, but time was something I did not have. Concentrating on a different aura, sparks filled the room.
The first row of demons started to shake and sputter like rabid beasts and screaming their flesh burned and they fell dead petrified on the ground.
"Face the purification of Lightning," I replied to the shaman with defiance glittering in my eyes.
The atmosphere around me filled with the fury of the storms as lightning sparks flashed out at random and the demons drew back, terrified.
"Nice little stall, paladin, but you can not hold it forever. Soon you will weaken and then we will roast your body and feast," the shaman nonchalantly stated.
I knew he was right. I was wearing out as each breath took more from me. I knew I only had 1 chance to survive and that was to kill the shaman. I began to focus and soon another aura flared out. My body was in rage and I could feel my every strength becoming stronger. The holy power of the Might Aura was taking its effects as my muscles became like steel.
Taking them all by surprise I charged into the fray and made tried to make a path straight for the shaman. The path was instantly closed up and I had to make another battle with the damned demons known as Fallens.
I began to wear down and my chops and parries were becoming weak and not on their mark. I was thinking to myself that if I did at least I died on the battlefield. I staggered to the back corner of the wall and stood to make the last charge for my life and my goals.
Holding my shield like a battering ram I ran into the group of Fallens hoping to kill the shaman before I died. I could see the spot where the shaman was standing last time. Fallens were diving out of my way and I brought my sword up and time seemed to stop. Estimating where he would be I brought my sword up and sliced at the figure in front of me.
The figure was not the shaman. I ran into the biggest man I have ever seen in my life. He was at least a foot taller then me. He held 2 humongous swords that were almost as tall as me. In his eyes there was the look of vengeance and I knew that I did not want to be his enemy. I looked down and I saw the dead corpse of the shaman. Its head was 3 feet away from his body and its eyes seemed hollow and empty. The Fallen seeing their leader was dead began to panic and run away. I slumped to the ground and leaned on my sword.
I looked up at the giant and I could see his eyes were examining me.
"I am indebted to you stranger, for you have saved my life," I stated.
"I was not trying to save your life so don't feel in anyway grateful," the stranger replied coldly.
"What is your name?" I stated wanting to know.
There was no response from this man. He seemed to be searching the dead body of the shaman for something. Interested I looked at what he was doing and was horrified when he began to take some possessions.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
There still was no response. Feeling exhausted I took a health potion from my belt and drank its contents. My limbs were starting to feel much better as my body regenerated from the effects of the potion.
"I know you can talk, so why aren't you saying anything?" I asked once again.
... There still was no response from him whatsoever. I was starting to get a little annoyed at being ignored.
The stranger appeared to be done with whatever he was doing and then he picked up his 2 huge swords and started to walk deeper into the cave. I quickly picked up my weapon and shield and ran after him.
"Hey wait up from me!" I shouted trying to get his attention.
This is the end of Chapter 1. Please Review and give me some feedback on what you guys think of the story so far.
"Why is it always so cold" shivered the man as he slowly walked, talking to himself.
This cave is cursed. A man could freeze to death here by walking. The cold cuts to the bone and makes a person weak. There is no light whatsoever and it's hard to see anything let alone fight. No wonder Akara calls this place the Den of Evil.
"Be warned Paladin, as this cave spawns hellish creatures and no one has ever gone in and left in one piece," were the last words that Akara had said to me, before I left for the quest. Why did I have to go and this idiotic quest to gain her trust anyway.
It's getting colder as each seconds pass and I can't stand the cold any longer! I began to concentrate on an aura and soon the cave was illuminated with the effects of Holy Fire. Warmth swept through my body like a locust to a field and I began to breathe in relief. The aura lighted the cave and now I could see for the first time what kind of a hellish place it was. Bones and pieces of rusted armor were lying on the ground. The walls were plastered with dry blood or strange markings. The pungent smell of rotten bodies lingered in the air. I began to walk among the debris and hoped that this cave wasn't going to be my grave.
Up ahead I could distinctively hear small voices chanting some strange rhyme. I bet they are Fallens doing a ritual sacrifice. Gheed a merchant in the Rogue Encampment mentioned about these little savage warriors.
"For every Fallen that falls, their Shaman will revive. You will not be able to defeat them without defeating the foundation and that's the Shaman," Gheed once told me.
I turned my concentration off and Holy Fire turned off. I knew that I could not risk being spotted and ambushed. I crept slowly on the ground trying not to make any noise. The chanting slowly grew louder and louder.
I drew my short sword from my waist and raised my shield in anticipation for a battle. From the voices I could deduce that there were maybe 10-15 creatures there. I could see the small fiery fire with flames dancing to their chanting. I knew I had to use my strongest spells in order to beat them. My best aura concentration flared up and I began to feel its effects. Auras are truly amazing. My body immediately began to become at high alert and my mind could concentrate on only one thing. All the feelings of cold and weakness were gone and were replaced by the fire to kill the enemy. I charged into the camp with my shields up and my sword at hand, ready to do battle.
Nothing was there. The small fire crackling next to me was the only sign that life had ever existed. My concentration aura wavered for a second and then I noticed the pungent smell of something horrible in the shadows.
"You will not escape from this cave alive warrior," out of the darkness came out a queer looking demon. It held a strange dagger, and wore something like a headband. Its skin was redder then blood and I began to be wary. I knew for sure that I heard more then one voice and was ready for an ambush. I prepared to charge this creature, before it had a chance to react. My concentration aura flared back up, but before I could make a move, little demons started to appear everywhere.
"Heh," snickered the shaman, "get ready to do die!" Starting to panic, I looked around and saw malicious little demons armed to the teeth with assortments of weapons. They all appeared to have no armor, but their numbers alone were frightening. Sweat began to appear in small drops in my hand. I prayed to the God of Zakarum for guidance and for courage. With the fury of a Paladin's rage I began to use the ancient techniques handed to us long ago.
Paladin's are taught at an early age to enhance their physical abilities to strike tremendous blows on our enemies. My muscles began to get stronger with each passing second and I was ready to begin the battle. I let forth swift volleys of attacks with the technique zeal. To the enemy a Paladin's zeal is too fast for the eye to see and takes tremendous strength and agility for the paladin to pull it off. I let all my fury, pain and the desire to rid this world of evil out with every single blow I gave and yet they kept coming.
The blood, and the smell of rotting flesh filled the air. My once silver armor was sprayed with red specks. I began to back to the wall, but these hellish creatures kept coming for more. I side stepped one of their attacks and cleanly chopped his head off. I made a mistake as I realized that my side was vulnerable. A demon tried to stab me, but in a desperate parry, I swung my sword and barely caught his edge. I jumped and brought my sword down, like a butcher would do when cutting a pig, and the demon was split in two.
"Ahh!" I yelled as a small cut skimmed my elbow. The demon who made the cut was grinning evilly and was going to do the finishing blow, but luck was on my side as my shield deflected his attack and I stabbed his neck as his life and soul were ripped apart from his body. I ran back to the wall and looked up and saw that there was still a whole army left of these creatures. Every single demon I killed was being revived by the shaman. Despair filled every part of my body and seemed to make me weaker. My aura was slowly dimming out, and with a poof gave out. I knew I had to think of something, but time was something I did not have. Concentrating on a different aura, sparks filled the room.
The first row of demons started to shake and sputter like rabid beasts and screaming their flesh burned and they fell dead petrified on the ground.
"Face the purification of Lightning," I replied to the shaman with defiance glittering in my eyes.
The atmosphere around me filled with the fury of the storms as lightning sparks flashed out at random and the demons drew back, terrified.
"Nice little stall, paladin, but you can not hold it forever. Soon you will weaken and then we will roast your body and feast," the shaman nonchalantly stated.
I knew he was right. I was wearing out as each breath took more from me. I knew I only had 1 chance to survive and that was to kill the shaman. I began to focus and soon another aura flared out. My body was in rage and I could feel my every strength becoming stronger. The holy power of the Might Aura was taking its effects as my muscles became like steel.
Taking them all by surprise I charged into the fray and made tried to make a path straight for the shaman. The path was instantly closed up and I had to make another battle with the damned demons known as Fallens.
I began to wear down and my chops and parries were becoming weak and not on their mark. I was thinking to myself that if I did at least I died on the battlefield. I staggered to the back corner of the wall and stood to make the last charge for my life and my goals.
Holding my shield like a battering ram I ran into the group of Fallens hoping to kill the shaman before I died. I could see the spot where the shaman was standing last time. Fallens were diving out of my way and I brought my sword up and time seemed to stop. Estimating where he would be I brought my sword up and sliced at the figure in front of me.
The figure was not the shaman. I ran into the biggest man I have ever seen in my life. He was at least a foot taller then me. He held 2 humongous swords that were almost as tall as me. In his eyes there was the look of vengeance and I knew that I did not want to be his enemy. I looked down and I saw the dead corpse of the shaman. Its head was 3 feet away from his body and its eyes seemed hollow and empty. The Fallen seeing their leader was dead began to panic and run away. I slumped to the ground and leaned on my sword.
I looked up at the giant and I could see his eyes were examining me.
"I am indebted to you stranger, for you have saved my life," I stated.
"I was not trying to save your life so don't feel in anyway grateful," the stranger replied coldly.
"What is your name?" I stated wanting to know.
There was no response from this man. He seemed to be searching the dead body of the shaman for something. Interested I looked at what he was doing and was horrified when he began to take some possessions.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
There still was no response. Feeling exhausted I took a health potion from my belt and drank its contents. My limbs were starting to feel much better as my body regenerated from the effects of the potion.
"I know you can talk, so why aren't you saying anything?" I asked once again.
... There still was no response from him whatsoever. I was starting to get a little annoyed at being ignored.
The stranger appeared to be done with whatever he was doing and then he picked up his 2 huge swords and started to walk deeper into the cave. I quickly picked up my weapon and shield and ran after him.
"Hey wait up from me!" I shouted trying to get his attention.
This is the end of Chapter 1. Please Review and give me some feedback on what you guys think of the story so far.