====Same disclaimer, Diablo 2 and Lord of Destruction all belong to Blizzard entertainment====

"What are you waiting for, Tirzah? Get moving!" Lapidoth called, halfway up a flight of stairs.

The young sorceress looked up, then realized just how cold it really was. Icy winds bit into the exposed flesh of her legs, while the padding below her armor was barely enough to keep her warm. Lapidoth was unrelenting as he purged his way up the mountain path, seemingly unphased by the impending cold; a tusk sword in each hand. Yea, the blades had become bloodied over the past from the slaugther of the Prime Evils and their minions. He held the weapons with pride, the one grasped in his right hand obtained from Charsi when he and she had recovered the malus; enchanted with the most powerful Horadrim magics. The sword in his left gathered from the flailing corpse of Diablo himself.

Tirzah clutched her staff tightly, the faded feathers bound tightly to the top as the wind hissed at the binding. Her eyes narrowed as she moved forward with Lapidoth, trailing along his heels. This procedure seemed all too familiar, Lapidoth raging through a maelstorm of evils, while she acted like the coward and threw appropriated fireballs into the madness.

It was not much a surprise to either of the adventurers when a group of monsters marched their way to the intruders. Their pelts were knotted and stiff with knobs of horn. Each clutched a sword in their demoinc hands, wooden buckler wrapped unto its opposing forearm. They were of a revolting green-yellow color, every one more disgusting after the next.

Lapidoth's brow did not even raise at the sight of them, as if he had been one of the many barbarian warriors who had made a living out of this type of slaughter. He swung his sword about, severing bodies and limbs, decapitating another. Tirzah stood a distance from the wave of creatures, a well-placed firewall incinerating the lot. The crowd thinned until only a remaining few were left standing. The barbarian finished them off quickly and motioned Tirzah to follow once more.

A bit exhausted, Tirzah lagged behind, hardly able to keep up with the Lapidoth's pace. He made his way up the footpath, slashing down anything that was of an intrusion. Every step was monotonous. Every time the same thing happened: Lapidoth took the brunt of the throngs of creatures while Tirzah knocked them away or shattered them with her magicks.

Suddenly, a huge mass of demons and their breathen charged the pair. It happened very quickly indeed, Tirzah only able to catch a glimpse of a larger figure, ebone of pelt, looming over the army. It gripped a thick whip in its hand, digits circling the weapon while it whipped the monstrous soldiers into a frenzy. Not to mention its belly was enormous, bloated and leather-bound.

It wasn't long before the two were encompassed in a herd of savage beasts. Instinctively, Tirzah teleported to safety, only to find, in a panicked state, Lapidoth fiercely fending off the enemies. She saw the flash of his sword come down on numerous heathens, a small fountain of blood following. Drawing her arms into the air, staff in hand, she hurled a frozen orb into the group. The murderous ice bolts, combined with already freezing weather doubled its potency, piercing the thick hides and immobilizing the monsters. Acting quickly, Lapidoth shattered them.

With the tide was turned, Lapidoth's fighting was more of a flaunting session than a battle. He took time to concentrate on the style of his moves instead of the power. Tirzah rolled her eyes, "Vanity, thy name is Lapidoth."

He thoughts were soon broken as she saw an enormous explosion, various appendages flying in the air and the groan of Lapidoth. Luckily, the airborne limbs were of a demonic owner. She cried out his name to no avail. A few agonizing moments later, a soft grunt rang through the air. Lapidoth, propped against one sword, the other a few feet away, rose to his feet. The malicious laugh of the overseer, whip ready to strike. Promptly responding the mocking guffaw, Lapidoth attacked the demon in a primordial rage, slashing and eventually thrusting into the creature's belly.

The beast looked at him, stunned. The barbarian merely smirked as he drew the blade from the gut. Flailing its arms in a turmoiled anger, its skin peeled off layers at time, eventually molting into a puddling of pale green, bones to freeze in the arctic air.

Waving his hand, Lapidoth singled that he was all right. Tirzah smiled and sighed, relieved, but was soon struck into a panic again. As the badly injured barbarian reached down to retrieve his sword, a remaining minion rushed him with a horrifying roar. It's back was pulsing with a deadly pressure, colors glowing a bright and deadly red.

Lapidoth turned too late to fend off the suicidal monster. As he closed his eyes to meet his maker, a flash of light blazed through the air. It passed through the beast like water, causing it to burst harmlessly, though it did soil Lapidoth's nice, shiny armor. He snorted as Tirzah turned to look at the source of the life-saving spell. She had already determined it to be a necromancer, both from the way the magic worked and the shape of the caster.

He donned decent chain mail, the color of the metal was enchanted with a dark magic. A demon skull was set upon his own neatly, the eyes not every visible through the hollow holes in the helm. Lips were sighted underneath the opening, the two of them pursed into a thin smirk. Tirzah's eyes narrowed, trying to recognize such a grin. He took a step forward, followed up into a slow and regal walk. Lapidoth watched the figure cautiously, both swords in hand now.

"You two should really be more careful. Especially you, Lapi," he spoke in a low and seasoned tone. A gloved hand reached up to remove the helm, tucking it beneath an arm.

Tirzah's lips curled into an ecstatic smile, "Alerrath, it's been too long."

====There, party member three out of 5. Alerrath big, buff necro. Hehe.====