A/N Hey there, readers! This is a story I've fiddled with for a looong time, so its reeealy long. But, it's finally done, and I'm posting it! So. The deal with Solmo is that he was my first Necromancer, but he got corrupted by a patch. So, I reinstalled, started over with 2 new characters, and wrote a story along with them.
I tried to put the chapters at good stopping points, because it's pretty long.
Without further ado…
Solmo. Kara shook her head. Much had been heard of this legend, the Necromancer who had single handedly hacked through Diablo's minions. He had saved the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye from annihilation by Andariel, had saved the port city of Lut Gohlein from the Demon Lord Duriel, and had moved on to the jungles of Kurast, even going so far as to challenge Mephisto himself. His exploits were well known. But, as she had just found out, he had apparently been bested. According to what she had just heard from the Oracle, he had been fighting through the Kurast jungles, then had returned to town. As he slept, a magical portal had opened and thrown him onto another world. None knew the origin of this portal, nor where it had taken him, save perhaps the Necromancers, but they were just as shocked as everyone else.
Kara still couldn't believe the news. Everything, everything they had hoped for, had counted on that single man…and now he was gone, defeated my some foul misfortune. The portal was not Diablo's doing, the Oracle was sure of that. But, whatever it had been, it had dashed everyone's hopes. All the demons that he had slain had returned with his passing, and now everyone was back to square one. She was just so frustrated…If there was only something she could do…
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Solmo. Rashaban shook his head. The legendary Necromancer, who had risen from a mere student to one who could take on Diablo's minions, even his Greater Demons, and survive to tell the tale. He had saved at least two cites, and was on his way to saving a third, when he had been ripped from this reality. He had heard whispers from the Elders that Solmo had managed to contact them, and tell them that he was in a city known as Mordheim, before losing his contact. He was alive, but it would do this doomed world no good, since he was trapped elsewhere with little chance of returning.
Rashaban was still in shock from the news. Everything had been riding on Solmo's shoulders. And now, through no fault of his own, he could no longer carry out his duty and rid the world of Diablo. Life wasn't fair… If there were only something he could do…
A/N Just FYI, Mordheim is like a miniature version of Warhammer, and I have a necromancer named Solmo in that game too, so that's my explanation of what happened to him ;)