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I don't own Diablo. Simple as that. This is just for fun. No profit.
Note:
Thanks for the reviews! Tell me what you think of this chapter. Reviews were
greatly appreciated! (I didn't know Skovos was an island. But I intentionally misspelled
the necro's name, and I'm sure that is an island. J)
Chapter
2- Dusty Pearl, Lut Golein
"A
jug of your finest wine and bring me some maggot pie!" the barbarian
roared cheerfully to the woman known as Atma. "I can finally eat!"
"The
wine we can do, but the pie... the sand maggots have mutated and their eggs
have turned poisonous. We don't serve that here anymore, and haven't for a long
time," the bar owner replied. "Must've been away for too long,
huh?"
"Yeah,
yeah, then get me some pork," the big warrior replied, still in his
cheerful mood. He leaned over to his companions the paladin and the
necromancer, and asked them what they wanted.
"Come
on, dinner's on me! I just sold that weird red mace I found, and it earned me
quite a lot!" he roared again. Almost everyone in the bar was looking at
the three travelers, partly because the barbarian shook desks with his words,
and partly because they found the strange sight of necromancer and paladin
sitting side by side amusing.
"I'll
have some baked fish, please" the knight called politely to the
storeowner, who left silently.
"Enjoy
your food BC, I am heading to the blacksmith to sell off my merchandise."
"Sure
thing, Phil," the barbarian said. The dark mage left the bar, and many people
signed in relief. The beefy warrior shuffled his seat next to the paladin's.
"You
know, I don't really know why everyone's so afraid of Phil. I mean, he's a nice
guy deep down inside, and his clothing isn't all that scary compared to the
other necros I've seen. For crying out loud, he doesn't even carry a weapon
with him!"
"Yeah,
I have noticed that. Other necros I have slain usually carry a dagger, scythe
or some sort of wand. I think it's his calm that scares me, unlike others you
know, who flaunt their powers. By the way, his name is Phil? That's unusual for
a mage," the paladin said, suddenly interested by the gossip. Then their food
came, but they continued to talk while eating, something the knight had been
taught against.
"His
full name is Philiphos," he informed. Suddenly, he arched his head back and
belched as if he was performing a warcry. The paladin couldn't help but laugh.
In the process, he had snorted out a piece of his food out of his nose, which
he nervously scrapped off to the ground.
"And
you should take back that part about the calm," he said, poking his head closer
in so nobody else could hear them. "He seems usually calm, but after traveling
with him for almost two years, I have seen his wrath. And if you are ever so
unfortunate to see it, it's both a horrible and fascinating sight. He blindly
breaks into a frenzy and his rage is comparable to the Lord of Hatred's, if not
greater."
"I
agree," a ghastly voice said. They just noticed a skeleton mage sitting beside
Skovos and listening over to their little gossip. BC signed, and knew the mage
would tell his master about their talk behind his back.
"Skovos,
please kindly give him a whack on the head. You know, Phil doesn't like people
talking behind his back, and his mage is going to tell him about our talk."
"You
mean, kill him? Won't the necromancer become angered?" he asked doubtfully.
"Just
do it, I have done it many times before. He can just raise another one
afterwards."
"Okay,"
the knight answered and gave the skeleton a backhand swing. It chipped off the
cheekbone of the mage, and it finally realised what the two were trying to do.
It quickly rushed out of the bar to tell his master. BC signed at the knight's
pitiful attempt.
He
quickly got out of his seat and realized he couldn't possibly catch him in
time.
(Leap
Attack!)
The barbarian leaped into the air and arched back. When he
landed in front of the fleeing skeleton, he brought down both fists on the
skull and shattered the undead mage into a pile of bones.
"Oh baby!" he cried in success, and winked at his paladin
friend back at the bar.
"What's to oh baby about?" asked Philiphos distractedly,
counting his gold. "And next time ask before using my minions as target
practice."
"Sure thing," BC replied nervously. His oh baby had caught the attention of a tall amazon woman from a
distance, who had quickly rushed towards the two warriors.
"It is really you, crotch boy!" she said, and gave him a
hard friendly slap on the back. Seeing a beautiful lady greeting his friends,
the curious paladin rushed out, and ended up paying for their meal after all.
"Skovos!" BC greeted cheerfully, totally
forgetting about the meal he was going to pay for. He introduced his old friend
to the curious knight, while the necromancer and her broke into a long hug.
"This is Carrie, the most skilled amazon I had ever met! And also Phil's
lady."
The amazon gave the mage a quick kiss. The paladin, along
with some nearby fat housewives, couldn't believe what was happening. How could
a dreaded, old mage with pale, loose skin be loved by anyone, particularly a
young fine lady?