Let's Go Kill Diablo!
By: Adro13 and RedLady
[Some stuff in this story has been changed for our convenience. Nothing major though. Also we do not own Diablo.]
[You can tell when we have switched authors by this sign. ~*~ We know that the point of view isn't always persistent, but we hope you enjoy and review anyway.]
Chapter 1: A Barbarian Never Misses . . .
"I'll bet you ten thousand gold pieces that I can throw these two daggers into the bull's-eye of the dart board over there." The Barbarian said to a local drunken while drinking beer in Lut Gholein's bar. "And what will I get in return if you miss?" Said the Drunken. "You can have my Beast Picket Lochaber Axe that I got from a Necromancer."
"I admit that's a pretty good investment." Said the Drunken. "But I don't think that's worth ten thousand gold pieces."
The Barbarian said, "I shall also give you my Beast Eye Ring that I got from a sorceress."
Everyone in the bar goes silent. Mumbling phrases are heard throughout the bar, some of which are:
"What's up with the Beast items? Is he a Druid?"
"He's an Idiot! That's what he is!"
"He'll never make it!"
The Barbarian picks up two daggers, one in each hand. And throws both of them at the dart board as everyone watches in amazement. Everyone gasps and the two daggers hit the wall about a foot away from the dartboard. Everyone starts laughing. The Drunken says, "Looks like you got some rare items to give up!"
The Barbarian quickly looks around the room and sees a dark shape slipping into the shadows. He mumbles something under his breath, takes out a javelin, lights it on fire, sees the dark shape again, and throws multiple javelins in the direction pinning the shape to the wall.
~*~
She watched in annoyance as the Barbarian bragged about his throwing abilities. She didn't like when people bragged about their abilities, as she liked to stick to the shadows and surprise her enemies with her skills, not brag about them. She was secretive because she had to be. She was an Assassin.
Right when he challenged one of the drunks to a bet, a mischievous plan formed in her mind. Why not make the Barbarian loose the bet? She laughed to herself as the Barbarian lifted the daggers preparing to throw. She used her mental prowess to throw the daggers off their original course and into the wall. Her taunting laugh was lost amongst the laughter of the whole bar as everyone laughed at the Barbarian, humiliating him. She laughed one more time, but then saw him looking around the room suspiciously. She could tell he knew something was up. She quietly started to back away into the far dark corners of the room, but it was too late. He saw her and she was about to flee when all the sudden she found herself pinned to the wall!
She looked around confused and saw that there were javelins surrounding her, pinning her to the wall. One was on fire above her head. Some were so close to her body just another inch and she would have been hit!
She looked up and saw the Barbarian smirking at her walking in her direction. One of the rules of being an assassin is to never get caught. She struggled, but the javelins had caught her cloak. She glared at him challengingly still pinned to the wall as he continued his gallant walk in her direction.
~*~
The Barbarian started walking toward this person in the shadows. When he reached her, he asked "Who are you and why were you slinking in the shadows instead of laughing like the rest of them?"
The woman pulled out a small metallic object and with one swift hand motion chopped off all the javelins and blew out the torch above her head. The woman brushed off the dust on her legs stood up and replied, "I am Effie and I am here to investigate the path of the Dark Wanderer, and have come here after a long travel west, who might you be?"
The Barbarian after getting over the shock of seeing his precious javelins chopped to pieces replies "I am Fury, and I have traveled by Warriv's caravan after defeating Andariel also following the Path of the Dark wanderer, Diablo.
The Assassin yelled, "DIABLO? WHY ARE YOU GAMBLING AGAINST DRUNKARDS INSTEAD OF FINDING AND KILLING HIM?"
The Barbarian answered a bit sheepishly, "Well . . . , eh heh, I needed the money to buy a new short spear from Elzix... But what are you doing ruining a Barbarians bet?"
"How do you know it was me and not your own clumsiness?"
"Because a Barbarian never misses . . ."
"Well I did use my psychic abilities." She said sweetly.
"Well in that case you have to buy me new javelins and tell the whole bar it was you who messed up my throw!"
"I'll buy you new javelins, but I am not telling the whole bar what I did!"
"Well then you must tell the Drunken so I can get my ten thousand gold pieces. And give me one of your rare items."
The Assassin says, "OK I'll tell the Drunken and you can have my Beast Lose Boots that I've been saving for a special occasion."
"Yes! This will complete my collection! Thank you." The Barbarian said.
~*~
Please R&R.
--RedLady : )
--Adro13 :^)
By: Adro13 and RedLady
[Some stuff in this story has been changed for our convenience. Nothing major though. Also we do not own Diablo.]
[You can tell when we have switched authors by this sign. ~*~ We know that the point of view isn't always persistent, but we hope you enjoy and review anyway.]
Chapter 1: A Barbarian Never Misses . . .
"I'll bet you ten thousand gold pieces that I can throw these two daggers into the bull's-eye of the dart board over there." The Barbarian said to a local drunken while drinking beer in Lut Gholein's bar. "And what will I get in return if you miss?" Said the Drunken. "You can have my Beast Picket Lochaber Axe that I got from a Necromancer."
"I admit that's a pretty good investment." Said the Drunken. "But I don't think that's worth ten thousand gold pieces."
The Barbarian said, "I shall also give you my Beast Eye Ring that I got from a sorceress."
Everyone in the bar goes silent. Mumbling phrases are heard throughout the bar, some of which are:
"What's up with the Beast items? Is he a Druid?"
"He's an Idiot! That's what he is!"
"He'll never make it!"
The Barbarian picks up two daggers, one in each hand. And throws both of them at the dart board as everyone watches in amazement. Everyone gasps and the two daggers hit the wall about a foot away from the dartboard. Everyone starts laughing. The Drunken says, "Looks like you got some rare items to give up!"
The Barbarian quickly looks around the room and sees a dark shape slipping into the shadows. He mumbles something under his breath, takes out a javelin, lights it on fire, sees the dark shape again, and throws multiple javelins in the direction pinning the shape to the wall.
~*~
She watched in annoyance as the Barbarian bragged about his throwing abilities. She didn't like when people bragged about their abilities, as she liked to stick to the shadows and surprise her enemies with her skills, not brag about them. She was secretive because she had to be. She was an Assassin.
Right when he challenged one of the drunks to a bet, a mischievous plan formed in her mind. Why not make the Barbarian loose the bet? She laughed to herself as the Barbarian lifted the daggers preparing to throw. She used her mental prowess to throw the daggers off their original course and into the wall. Her taunting laugh was lost amongst the laughter of the whole bar as everyone laughed at the Barbarian, humiliating him. She laughed one more time, but then saw him looking around the room suspiciously. She could tell he knew something was up. She quietly started to back away into the far dark corners of the room, but it was too late. He saw her and she was about to flee when all the sudden she found herself pinned to the wall!
She looked around confused and saw that there were javelins surrounding her, pinning her to the wall. One was on fire above her head. Some were so close to her body just another inch and she would have been hit!
She looked up and saw the Barbarian smirking at her walking in her direction. One of the rules of being an assassin is to never get caught. She struggled, but the javelins had caught her cloak. She glared at him challengingly still pinned to the wall as he continued his gallant walk in her direction.
~*~
The Barbarian started walking toward this person in the shadows. When he reached her, he asked "Who are you and why were you slinking in the shadows instead of laughing like the rest of them?"
The woman pulled out a small metallic object and with one swift hand motion chopped off all the javelins and blew out the torch above her head. The woman brushed off the dust on her legs stood up and replied, "I am Effie and I am here to investigate the path of the Dark Wanderer, and have come here after a long travel west, who might you be?"
The Barbarian after getting over the shock of seeing his precious javelins chopped to pieces replies "I am Fury, and I have traveled by Warriv's caravan after defeating Andariel also following the Path of the Dark wanderer, Diablo.
The Assassin yelled, "DIABLO? WHY ARE YOU GAMBLING AGAINST DRUNKARDS INSTEAD OF FINDING AND KILLING HIM?"
The Barbarian answered a bit sheepishly, "Well . . . , eh heh, I needed the money to buy a new short spear from Elzix... But what are you doing ruining a Barbarians bet?"
"How do you know it was me and not your own clumsiness?"
"Because a Barbarian never misses . . ."
"Well I did use my psychic abilities." She said sweetly.
"Well in that case you have to buy me new javelins and tell the whole bar it was you who messed up my throw!"
"I'll buy you new javelins, but I am not telling the whole bar what I did!"
"Well then you must tell the Drunken so I can get my ten thousand gold pieces. And give me one of your rare items."
The Assassin says, "OK I'll tell the Drunken and you can have my Beast Lose Boots that I've been saving for a special occasion."
"Yes! This will complete my collection! Thank you." The Barbarian said.
~*~
Please R&R.
--RedLady : )
--Adro13 :^)