"Evil's Wake"
A/N: I own nothing, not even the Druid's hair, ok. So don't be an idiot and sue me. Also, sorry it's so short, but don't worry. I'll post up more later, till then, latez ^_^.
Norrec Vizharan peeked out from behind the tree where he was hiding. An arrow whized by his head. 'Those stupid Amazons. They've been pursuing me for over an hour. Don't they ever give up?" Norrec thougth as volleys of arrows and quarrels from corssbows rained down upon his position. He looked around and saw Amazons surrounding him. He crawled out from behind the tree and made a run for the ridge. If he could get there, maybe he could escape. He ran as fast as he could toward the ridge. Just as he made it there, an Amazon fired an arrow and it struck through his right leg, causing him to plummet toward the ground, rolling down the hill the led from the ridge.
"Come on Jamella, can't you sell me that with a discount? Or atleast give me some gratification. Afterall, I did destroy Diablo after all." Hadin Gar-Kaan, the Paladin responsible for the Lord of Terror's demise asked Jamella, the blacksmith at the Pandemonium Fortress, right on the outskirts of Hell itself. Hadin Gar-Kaan, your presence is required at once. Hadin heard a not quite loud, but rather holy voice from inside his head. "Well, I guess I will see you later then, Jamella. Give my regards to Cain and everyone else. Tyreal has summoned me to Harrogath. I must be going along now. Goodbye." Hadin said gently. He walked over to the waypoint next to Deckard Cain. "Where are you off to this time, young Hadin?" Cain questioned. "I've been summoned by Tyreal, Deckard. I'll be back soon, I hope." Hadin answered. "Well, noble Paladin, may the Light guide and bless you." With that, Hadin stepped up onto the platform and channeled his spirit. He pictured Harrogath the last time he'd seen it, when he'd helped out with recueing Anya. He felt his sprirt ebbing away from the Pandemonium Fortress and he suddenly felt a rush of wind as he stepped off of the waypoint pad onto the city grounds of Harrogath.
A/N I'm sooooo sorry it's so short, but I don't have hardly any spare time on my hands like I used too. Expect chapter 2 up in a day or so.
A/N: I own nothing, not even the Druid's hair, ok. So don't be an idiot and sue me. Also, sorry it's so short, but don't worry. I'll post up more later, till then, latez ^_^.
Norrec Vizharan peeked out from behind the tree where he was hiding. An arrow whized by his head. 'Those stupid Amazons. They've been pursuing me for over an hour. Don't they ever give up?" Norrec thougth as volleys of arrows and quarrels from corssbows rained down upon his position. He looked around and saw Amazons surrounding him. He crawled out from behind the tree and made a run for the ridge. If he could get there, maybe he could escape. He ran as fast as he could toward the ridge. Just as he made it there, an Amazon fired an arrow and it struck through his right leg, causing him to plummet toward the ground, rolling down the hill the led from the ridge.
"Come on Jamella, can't you sell me that with a discount? Or atleast give me some gratification. Afterall, I did destroy Diablo after all." Hadin Gar-Kaan, the Paladin responsible for the Lord of Terror's demise asked Jamella, the blacksmith at the Pandemonium Fortress, right on the outskirts of Hell itself. Hadin Gar-Kaan, your presence is required at once. Hadin heard a not quite loud, but rather holy voice from inside his head. "Well, I guess I will see you later then, Jamella. Give my regards to Cain and everyone else. Tyreal has summoned me to Harrogath. I must be going along now. Goodbye." Hadin said gently. He walked over to the waypoint next to Deckard Cain. "Where are you off to this time, young Hadin?" Cain questioned. "I've been summoned by Tyreal, Deckard. I'll be back soon, I hope." Hadin answered. "Well, noble Paladin, may the Light guide and bless you." With that, Hadin stepped up onto the platform and channeled his spirit. He pictured Harrogath the last time he'd seen it, when he'd helped out with recueing Anya. He felt his sprirt ebbing away from the Pandemonium Fortress and he suddenly felt a rush of wind as he stepped off of the waypoint pad onto the city grounds of Harrogath.
A/N I'm sooooo sorry it's so short, but I don't have hardly any spare time on my hands like I used too. Expect chapter 2 up in a day or so.