I decided to create a diablo2 fanfic using characters of my own creation in
place of the diablo2 classes
Sorry about my poor gramar and spelling, if anyone would be willing to help me with my spelling or gramar I would apreciate it
The paladin...
A young man stood at the entrance to the rogue encampment, he was a paladin from the holy order of the zakarum.
As he steps into the camp his long dark hair blows in the wind, this is no normal paladin.
His name is Seclaw, and he was kicked out of the zakarum temple for unknown reasons. He has come to this rogue camp in hopes of being able to defeat the demons here, and regain his place in the order of the zakarum.
As selcaw stands looking into the fearful rogues his silver armor shined. He sheathed his dark red broadsword and straps his black and yellow sheild on his back.
He walks on and looks for companions who will help his holy quest to rid this land of demons.
The amazon...
A young woman looked at a bunch of fallen ones who where prepareing to attack a near by camp; she quickly fires a single arrow at there shaman, and the fallen ones run in fear after there leader has fallen.
This woman is a amazon, or more specificly a mercenary. She left her sisters to collect a reward on the demon known as Andariel . Although the amazons where told not to go on this suercide quest this particular has little to live for besides money.
Her name is Isera, and she has been hired by a man in desert to the east to kill Andariel. Her black and gold armor shines in the moonlit night all except her exsposed shoulder; a obvious weakness, but one she has learned to keep enemies from exsposeing. Her hair is a silvery grey and tied in a pony tail. She clutches her black bow tightly and aproaches the camp; as she arrives there she puts her bow on her back with her long silver spear, and prepares for the deadly battle ahead.
The necromancer....
A man jumps off a caravan, and walks over to another man "why have we stoped?" he asks.
"I'm afraid we cant go any further; demons are all over the road now, and its going to take more then you, and your golem to stop them" said Warriv; a well known merchent from the lands of the east. He was trying to get home when he axcedently got side tracked into a demon infisted land.
"Bob and me can take down any smelly old demon" said the other man.
"You can deal with fallen ones, and the occasional corrupted rogue, but the demons here are getting far too powerful...I'm afraid we are stuck here til someone takes care of them" said warriv.
"Well thats just great!" said the man; a necromancer who has not been studying long. His skin was still smooth, and his body was less scrawny then the normal necromancer.
His name was Neco; not his given name for the longest time he had wanted to be a necromancer, and has chosen this as his new idenity, beside him stood a clay golem, the worlds only self aware golem. His name was bob
"I suppose where stuck here then" neco said. His long hair blew with the wind as he sat down cross legged wich was hard to do in his black and very bright white armor. On his belt was a red dagger and on his back was a large sythe
So he sat there with bob the golem next to him; waiting for a chance to either get back to the east with the caravan, or a good place to get drunk. He will get one of these at least.
The sorceress...
A young woman was talking to the preistress Akara by her home "what do you mean you cant teach me anymore?" she said more puzzled then angered.
"I'm afraid I do not have the time; the rogues need my support, and guidence, and I am afraid I cant teach you much anyways" said Akara the much appreciated leader of the sisters of the siteless eyes.
"Well this sucks" said the woman. She had arrived months ago to learn magic under the guidence of Akara. Although magic is male dominated this sorceress has found a wealth of knowlege under Akara, and her books. Sadly those books where lost when Andariel attacked.
Her name was Angela, and she was one of the few who escaped Andariel when she attacked, She has been traveling with the rogues since, and learning under akara.
"Why cant you teach me anymore?" Angela asked.
"Because my books on some of my more powerful spells are back in the rogue encampment, I am sorry young one." Akara said.
Angela stood in silent thought for a moment. Her purple hair blew in the wind. It was in a ponytail with two long bangs; her face was unusual beautiful. She wore dark chain mail armor that seemed to glow blue at times. On her shoulders where two golden shoulder pads, and her legs where exsposed.
"With my looks it should be easy to get a few idiotic men to help me...But where can i find men in a place like this?" She thought quietly. "Akara" she said confidiently "I am going to get those books back".
The barbarian...
A large man came tumbleing or rather spinning through a large group of fallen "Its him again! ruuuuun!" they shouted as a large man spun past them; cutting them into small fleshy bits with his two huge axes.
The fallen ones run as the shaman quickly resurects those who fall. This takes hours before the large man finaly hits the shaman thus ending the fallen ones ability to resurect. "GRONK SMASH" the large barbarian man says victoriously as the fallen ones around him fall like flies.
His name, as he already stated, is Gronk, and he is a barbarian. Gronk though is special; he wears a ancient mask that has chosen him as its companion. The mask is the mask of evil wich is to say it detects evil, and is not evil itself.
Gronk has come to this land because his mask has told him too. The mask knows that soon this land will be destroyed if Gronk does not travel here. The mask itself can not only detect current evil, but future as well. It knows where evil is going, and where it will be, and has been begging Gronk to go here for years, and finaly after smashing every chair in every bar in the land Gronk has arrived today. Ready to smash whatever evil enters this land.
Gronk is a large man who wear gold and black armor and weilds two axes. A big red axe and a black one. On his face is a golden mask with red horns.
Gronk stood in front of a den; a den of evil, and was ready to enter to fight a zombie known as corspe fire...But the mask knew gronk could not do this on his own. Gronk can defeat any man in single handed combat, but his next opponents are not men...So it has chosen this day; When four others are about to come to this same den, to begin a legendary quest to defeat the evil known as Diablo...lord of terror
Sorry about my poor gramar and spelling, if anyone would be willing to help me with my spelling or gramar I would apreciate it
The paladin...
A young man stood at the entrance to the rogue encampment, he was a paladin from the holy order of the zakarum.
As he steps into the camp his long dark hair blows in the wind, this is no normal paladin.
His name is Seclaw, and he was kicked out of the zakarum temple for unknown reasons. He has come to this rogue camp in hopes of being able to defeat the demons here, and regain his place in the order of the zakarum.
As selcaw stands looking into the fearful rogues his silver armor shined. He sheathed his dark red broadsword and straps his black and yellow sheild on his back.
He walks on and looks for companions who will help his holy quest to rid this land of demons.
The amazon...
A young woman looked at a bunch of fallen ones who where prepareing to attack a near by camp; she quickly fires a single arrow at there shaman, and the fallen ones run in fear after there leader has fallen.
This woman is a amazon, or more specificly a mercenary. She left her sisters to collect a reward on the demon known as Andariel . Although the amazons where told not to go on this suercide quest this particular has little to live for besides money.
Her name is Isera, and she has been hired by a man in desert to the east to kill Andariel. Her black and gold armor shines in the moonlit night all except her exsposed shoulder; a obvious weakness, but one she has learned to keep enemies from exsposeing. Her hair is a silvery grey and tied in a pony tail. She clutches her black bow tightly and aproaches the camp; as she arrives there she puts her bow on her back with her long silver spear, and prepares for the deadly battle ahead.
The necromancer....
A man jumps off a caravan, and walks over to another man "why have we stoped?" he asks.
"I'm afraid we cant go any further; demons are all over the road now, and its going to take more then you, and your golem to stop them" said Warriv; a well known merchent from the lands of the east. He was trying to get home when he axcedently got side tracked into a demon infisted land.
"Bob and me can take down any smelly old demon" said the other man.
"You can deal with fallen ones, and the occasional corrupted rogue, but the demons here are getting far too powerful...I'm afraid we are stuck here til someone takes care of them" said warriv.
"Well thats just great!" said the man; a necromancer who has not been studying long. His skin was still smooth, and his body was less scrawny then the normal necromancer.
His name was Neco; not his given name for the longest time he had wanted to be a necromancer, and has chosen this as his new idenity, beside him stood a clay golem, the worlds only self aware golem. His name was bob
"I suppose where stuck here then" neco said. His long hair blew with the wind as he sat down cross legged wich was hard to do in his black and very bright white armor. On his belt was a red dagger and on his back was a large sythe
So he sat there with bob the golem next to him; waiting for a chance to either get back to the east with the caravan, or a good place to get drunk. He will get one of these at least.
The sorceress...
A young woman was talking to the preistress Akara by her home "what do you mean you cant teach me anymore?" she said more puzzled then angered.
"I'm afraid I do not have the time; the rogues need my support, and guidence, and I am afraid I cant teach you much anyways" said Akara the much appreciated leader of the sisters of the siteless eyes.
"Well this sucks" said the woman. She had arrived months ago to learn magic under the guidence of Akara. Although magic is male dominated this sorceress has found a wealth of knowlege under Akara, and her books. Sadly those books where lost when Andariel attacked.
Her name was Angela, and she was one of the few who escaped Andariel when she attacked, She has been traveling with the rogues since, and learning under akara.
"Why cant you teach me anymore?" Angela asked.
"Because my books on some of my more powerful spells are back in the rogue encampment, I am sorry young one." Akara said.
Angela stood in silent thought for a moment. Her purple hair blew in the wind. It was in a ponytail with two long bangs; her face was unusual beautiful. She wore dark chain mail armor that seemed to glow blue at times. On her shoulders where two golden shoulder pads, and her legs where exsposed.
"With my looks it should be easy to get a few idiotic men to help me...But where can i find men in a place like this?" She thought quietly. "Akara" she said confidiently "I am going to get those books back".
The barbarian...
A large man came tumbleing or rather spinning through a large group of fallen "Its him again! ruuuuun!" they shouted as a large man spun past them; cutting them into small fleshy bits with his two huge axes.
The fallen ones run as the shaman quickly resurects those who fall. This takes hours before the large man finaly hits the shaman thus ending the fallen ones ability to resurect. "GRONK SMASH" the large barbarian man says victoriously as the fallen ones around him fall like flies.
His name, as he already stated, is Gronk, and he is a barbarian. Gronk though is special; he wears a ancient mask that has chosen him as its companion. The mask is the mask of evil wich is to say it detects evil, and is not evil itself.
Gronk has come to this land because his mask has told him too. The mask knows that soon this land will be destroyed if Gronk does not travel here. The mask itself can not only detect current evil, but future as well. It knows where evil is going, and where it will be, and has been begging Gronk to go here for years, and finaly after smashing every chair in every bar in the land Gronk has arrived today. Ready to smash whatever evil enters this land.
Gronk is a large man who wear gold and black armor and weilds two axes. A big red axe and a black one. On his face is a golden mask with red horns.
Gronk stood in front of a den; a den of evil, and was ready to enter to fight a zombie known as corspe fire...But the mask knew gronk could not do this on his own. Gronk can defeat any man in single handed combat, but his next opponents are not men...So it has chosen this day; When four others are about to come to this same den, to begin a legendary quest to defeat the evil known as Diablo...lord of terror
