Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter! Moving has been a total pain in the neck, and it's taken a while just to get up to speed with my normal schedule. However, as promised, an update has made its way to you, and more shall be coming in the not-so-distant future.
I haven't been able to hook up my game consoles yet, so I freely admit that I'm dragging this introductory stage out for longer than it should be. Once I get it back up, I'll be able to finish the New Tristram portion of the game.
I have notes up until the Skeleton King is killed, though, so I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. For now, your update.
Reviews are welcomed and appreciated.
I am also now a beta reader so hit me up if you have need of some editing skills, it's the only thing I'm good at.
And *SPOILER* this game does not belong to me.
Rowan heads down the road, narrow dirt path turning into open fields before he knows it. The face of the former captain of the guard is still fresh in his mind, and despite all attempts to banish it, he keeps seeing the bolt flying through the air. He hears the sound it makes as it hits the Captain. He sees the pain in the Dead- no, the man's eyes. Rowan shakes his head, hair swinging violently, and loads his crossbow. Rustling sounds in the bushes nearby have given something away. After a short skirmish with a few Dead, he continues on his way, stopping only to deal with a few dangerous looking groups. Most of the time, he likes to ignore the Dead, as they often don't see him. But now, he knows that the people of New Tristram do not need extra fights on their hands. Poor Rumford is almost overwhelmed as it is, without having to deal with some of their more powerful foes. The man is strong in his own right, but hampered by the fact that he has just picked up a sword. Given time, and the proper training…
Another Dead comes a little too close for Rowan's liking, and he fells it in one shot. The blasted things are becoming more widespread than he would like. He can only hope that killing the Skeleton King will put a stop to the evil lurking in New Tristram. And then there is the matter of the falling star. His original goal. Sometimes he forgets why he came to this forsaken town in the first place, but eventually, thoughts of the Skeleton King remind him. That streak of light in the night sky is something he will never forget. As a wanderer, and a Demon Hunter, there are many things he has seen that he thought outside the realm of possibility. But the star, which shouldn't have been any different than any other streak of light called to him in some way. He guesses that perhaps, something valuable fell from the sky. Maybe an object of great power, which is the reason for the awakening of the Skeleton King. Either way, he won't know until he finds the star.
More Dead approach, and he dispatches them at once, easily falling into his habits. The skills he has accumulated as a long range fighter are getting rusty, now that he's fighting up close more and more often. He makes a mental note to do some extra archery practice if he gets back to town alive, and slogs on, finally reaching the gates to the Cathedral.
He stops outside, listening for noises. All is silent, with the exception of the creak of the gates, which swing back and forth softly. Taking careful steps, he enters the courtyard, keeping one eye open at all times. Nothing stirs. Rowan continues to creep forward, and at last reaches the doors. They don't creak open on their own, nor do they fall apart the moment he touches them, but from the handles he can almost feel the malevolent energy. It is clear, to both the casual bystander and to an experienced fighter that something evil lurks within the cathedral. And so, with a sigh and another glance around, he turns the handles and steps inside.