As he forfeited his blade to it's sheath in the blazing summer heat. eyes were upon the wonderer. He entered a bar silently, with his black robe trailing at his feet. A strange aura appeared to follow the wonderer, of sorts which could not be described, the only thing for certain was, it was not a friendly omitence. Wirt, a normal local man, had noticed the wonderer first, when he took a seat in his usual spot at the bar, peg leg down first;). He had counted on being able to avoid "the woman" for a few hours with some bears at the tavern, but never would he expect his night to end up like this...

Angul had awoken to the sounds of people in pain, and the stench of burning flesh. He was quickly alarmed when he heard the screams of his parents heard not far away. he ran out of bed in bedazzlement, and rushed into the living room, only to find horror. He himself saw it, the Lord of Destruction was upon him, Baal they called it. He was frozen in his place, a cold sweat had formed on him, and tingles went down his spine. he saw in the backround behind the feind, his parents, his own parents, burning to their death at the sake of this monster pleasure--

Angul woke, he relized, his burning inferno of a story, was all a hellish nightmare. He was sweating, for the dream seemed to real. Then he remembered, he had no parents however. All he had was himself, and his sword, which served it's purpose. He was stuck in this fantasy world, of myth and lore, with creatures of unimaginable power and deceit. He himself was not to normal either. It had all started those few years ago, with that "game" or so they called it, Diablo.. Yes it was the game that had brought him here, the game which distorted his reality to what it seems now. All he remembered was putting it in his computer on the day after Christmas, as gleeful as can be with his newly founded game. He had been hoping for it for the longest time and was anxious to play. It was when the game started, that his life truely took a turn for the worst. his smile soon faded as a voice appeared to him.
"We are all just apart of the game.." it had said to him in a raspy tone. He shuddered, and quickly tried ejecting the cd.-- No use, it wouldn't come out. He tryed opening his door to tell his parents the game was defect. It wouldn't budge, then he got scared, as to what happened next, was not apart of the game...

Sirea woke, she had a nightmare, it had to have been a nightmare. She looked around, she was not in her room playing on her computer anymore.. A camp, she was in some sort of camp, she could barely make anything out, a bon fire was close, which made it hard for her to see.
"So you've awoken.. Welcome to the Rogue Encampment young one." A strangley farmiliar voice echoed to her.
"Who are you..?" She questioned with a tired tone.
"You, may call me Akara, but you must rest now"
Sirea dozed back off, too tired to even fathom her whereabouts.

Moments after what he had seen, Angul opened his eyes, only to again, be terrorized. He had never seen this place, yet it seemed so farmiliar. Wait..he knew this place..He was somewhere, it was in his mind, yet he could not access it. He took off his jacket, for it was exteremely humid, the wondered around a bit to inquire where he was. Suddenly, he cought glimpse of something he knew quiet well, it was a Fallen, though he oculd not believe it. he was taken aback, as it seemed so real, it's movement, it's voice, all so real. He had no idea what was going on, but knew it was not good.