This is my first try at a Diablo II fanfic, and I don't have it anymore, and haven't played in a few months, so if anyone has skill trees, etc, please e mail them to me. Thx.

Maeck wandered into the encampment of rouges, as though he were a common traveler. Soon after the necromancer hero Karov had left for the east, the hero of Tristram had come, killing nearly every inhabitant in the area, and sowing his minions throughout. The encampent had none of the previous inhabitants, save Gheed. He was now always hiding under something, as he feared Diablo's minions would come. He was a drunken psychopath, but an invaluable information source, as only he knew the land, and people talked freely when nearby him. Half the time, they didn't even notice him. He also, somehow, got rare items. No one knew how, but he had the best equipment to sell.

Now, as Maeck entered, he saw a beautiful woman, leaning against the fence. He later learned this was Charsi's daughter, Sarol. She was, however, the nearest and most athorative looking person in the area, so he hid his attraction, and walked briskly up.

'You in charge here?' 'No, I'm just the blacksmith. What're you doing here?' 'Oh, a thousand apologies, I am Maeck, traveling Magi alterer.' 'Magi alterer? You mean sorcery, or magery?' 'Hahaha, no. Spellcasting is so restricted. Magi is what spellcasters use to cast spells. I alter the essence of magi itself.' ' So, you do what, exactly?' Maeck was drawn aback. Thoughout his childhood, he never met one who knew this little of his art. He would simply have to example. 'Do you see this dagger' 'yes.' 'Hold it a moment, will you?' As he handed her the dagger, all the metal of the blade turned to liquid. At this, Sarol dropped the handle in surprise. Through her attempts to shake it off, he moved the liquid but quite cool steel into the palm of her hand. It then ceased to move. She stood there, amazed beyond words. 'how. but. it.' The steel then turned back into dagger form, fell from her hand, and landed and fused with the handle. 'Holy.' 'Nothing holy about it. Just magic.' 'Wow.' he bent quickly to pick up the dagger. When he rose, she was gazing deeply into his eyes. She began, 'you. I, uh.'She sighed. 'Forget it' she finished. An awkward silence followed, then 'Skye, over there. He's probably closest to in command.' 'Thank you.' As he walked off, he wondered on the studdered beginnings of a sentence. He was liking her, more and more. She came off as smart, strong, and good. Could this be love, he wondered? And did she have similar feelings for him? Was that the stumbled sentence meant to tell him that? Or could it be her attempted proclamation of his devilry? In the east, they had accused him of evil witchcraft, and had sentenced him to death. He hadn't had much trouble escaping, but had hated killing the guards. As Maeck approached Skye, Skye said 'greetings, traveler. I watched your desplay to Sarol. What is it you need of us?' 'Oh, she's Sarol? Oh, yes well.' Maeck was amazed. He had lost his composure at the mention of her name. He was ashamed. Suddenly, he took a second look at Skye. He was elven. Elves were rare, especially this far west. He wore two crossbows over his back, had a long sword at his hip, and a long bow slung onto his back, under the crossbows. Suddenly, someone at the entrance screamed at Skye 'undead, incoming. Three!' Skye turned to me 'excuse me, will you?' Without waiting for an answer, he charged at the gate. Maeck chassed after him. As Skye got to the entrance, He pulled out the crossbows, fired with each of them, dropped them to the floor, pulled out his longbow, notched an arrow, and fired. As Maeck reached the entrance, There were three fallen skeletons, and a twice dead zombie, lying, dead. Skye turnrd to him. 'You were saying.?'

What do you think? Review, PLZ. I also need a charater(s) to add to Maeck. Email ideas or leave them as reviews. I also need any info on the skill chains for the classes you can give me. Thx. REVIEW.