In Search of
Salvation
By Gordon
Sexton
This is a piece of fan fiction. The following characters
belong to Blizzard Entertainment, and the author is in NO way (al though he
wishes) associated with Blizzard Entertainment. All of the following text
belongs to the author, you may not in anyway copy it and use it elsewhere. The
assbuddy, ragemaster, and Jean Cretien will come after you if you do.
The
night sky was a howling dark blue, and the moon filled the lush Kurast forests
with comfort. It was a great night, and a group of fallen had just set camp
near the Kurast docks, awaiting for further orders.
The
fallen hunters had returned with their dinner, and the campfire was prepared. A
lesser fallen had roasted a piece of chicken for the Leader Shaman, and handed
it to him with a smile.
"Thank
you Chu'Ka, you are most kind. I will remember to promote you," the leader
accepted it with a satisfied grin. Just after he took the first bite, a silver
knife had pierced through the wind and landed on his throat, catching the meat
just before it went down. The panicking creatures turned their heads, and saw
the moonlight that reflected of the shields.
"In
the name of the light, we shall destroy you!" the leading paladin called
out loudly with pride. More knives were volleyed and the band of zealous
paladins unsheathed their swords and prepared for a night of slaughter.
With
their weapons packed away, the fallen stood no chance. All they could do was
watch each other die hopelessly.
"No,
no, noooooo!!!" cried the lesser fallen, and a second later he was
decapitated. And the rest of the night was filled with the pleading of hopeless
fallen, and sounds of swords hammering into evil flesh.
Chapter
1- A New Adventure
Skovos
looked up at the bright sun. He was lost in the deep jungles of Kurast, and
hadn't seen his fellow paladins in a long time. He wasn't afraid, but was a
little worried since he knew these jungles were filled with the minions of
evil. It was dangerous to travel alone.
"The
Light will guide me, I do not need to be worried," he re-assured himself.
Then suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by sounds of a battle. He quickly
rushed to the direction of the noises, and from beneath the long grasses, he
saw that a few cannibals were fighting with a giant human and some skeletons,
which was pretty strange of a sight.
The
warrior then recognized the human to be a race from the north, known as the
barbarians. He knew that they fight for the light, so he was relieved to see an
ally.
The
bold barbarian grabbed his huge wooden hammer as the last of the skeletons were
shattered to the ground. With a great swing, the giant warrior sandwiched a
cannibal's head against a thick tree trunk. And with another quick movement, he
dug the long handle of his weapon straight down into the other cannibal's
skull, creating a sickening crush.
The
barbarian put his great hammer back into his backpack, and appeared to search
for something in there. Whatever it was, he didn't find it. He sighed and
pulled some darts off of his right arm. The paladin could see that he was in
need of healing, so he stepped forward to lend a hand. He walked out of the shadows
and introduced himself.
"I'm
Skovos, paladin of Zakarum. Let me help you with that wound," he said.
Then, he held out his sword and shot a blue bolt at the poisonous wound, which
was magically healed.
"Thank
you, holy paladin. I'm Bear's Crotch, barbarian of the Bear tribe, but you can
call me BC. I thank you for the healing. I had been sent here by my tribe to
rid the evil that plagues these lands. Oh, by the way, this is my
companion," he announced confidently, and pointed towards the shadows. Out
came a dark figure surrounded by an enchantment of bones, and the paladin
quickly recognized him to be a necromancer. He was alert by instinct, and
pointed his sword angrily at the dark mage.
"Worker
of the dark, I have been sent here by my holy church to perish your kind! Die
by the sword of light!" cried the brave knight. With that, he began
hacking the hard bones that protected his opponent.
"Stop!
He is my friend, and he fights for the goodness of the world!"
"Foolish
warrior," the necromancer said, his voice strong and enigmatic, quite
different from others of his kind. "Your church and its members had
already been corrupted by hate long time ago. And even though that the Lord of
Hatred had been perished from this realm, the remaining worshippers of Zakarum
still carry the agony with which they had been infested. Don't listen to their
orders anymore, because you will be doing evil's work."
"How
dare you insult my church and my religion?!" he responded with rage.
Finally, he destroyed the swirling bones and took a swing at the mage. It dug
through the weak metal armor and into the pale flesh. Blood started to drip the
ground.
"I
didn't want a fight, but since you asked..." he replied with a hint of
anger. The pool of blood that had formed on the grass began to groan. It grew
to a bloody creature a little bigger than the paladin, who knew it to be his
opponent's creation. So, he put his head down and charged the blood giant, who
skillfully countered the attack by knocking away the knight's shield.
"The
shield is the symbol of the paladin's faith," the necromancer quoted
arrogantly. And the angry paladin tried to retrieve his faith, only to be
chilled by the true powers of darkness.
The
summoning had tumbled to the ground into a pool of blood. And the metal shield
melted and formed a bold metal giant covered with thorns.
"But
what does one do, when one's faith has turned against him?" the mage
finished and eyed his newly created golem, who responded by knocking away the
knight's weapon.
The
barbarian lightly pushed the top of his hammer against the golem's chest. The
golem didn't feel his master's hate towards this man, so it didn't attack him.
"Stop,
there is no reason for death. He is a lone warrior that had probably got
separated from the band of paladins that passed us earlier on. We will escort
him to the town of Lut Golein, where the rest of the knights headed, and we
won't have to see him again after that," he soothed gently with his deep
voice, like the gentle winds of this forest, carrying his companion's wrath
away.
"Of
course you are right, BC. But Lut Golein is pretty damn far," he replied
with sudden calmness. All of a sudden, he gestured his hand and turned the
paladin's sword into a golem, and the previous one fell to the ground into a pile
of metal scraps. The barbarian eyed him questioningly.
"Insurance
in case of betrayal."
"Holy
knights don't know betrayal."
"Holy
knights don't know anything."
"How
dare…"
"Quiet
foolish mortal, or my master will kill you," a skeleton mage interrupted. The
barbarian smirked, and led the way to the town of Lut Golein.