Act One
Quest Two: The Sorcerer of Lut Gholein
"Sachatee osee antaynay. Ach beit naf frey." There was a pause. "It has been almost five centuries..." the dark haired man smirked before the high council. "Five centuries... I have been tortured. Five centuries ago I was captured by the archangel's and for FIVE CENTURIES I HAD TO ROT IN HEAVEN, PAYING FOR MY BROTHERS' SINS." His voice picked up at this, his eyes growing a dark, fiery red. "But... finally... I was released. They left me go back out into this world... a forgotten... and broken half mortal." He stood in his blood-red robe on a platform high above the the floor, where an alter stood, blue pieces skattered on it. Two rotting and decaying men laid on either side of it. The council members stood around it, fifteen in all counting the blood lords, hanging there heads and breathing silently.
"I have given you breath after almost a century of your souls floating in midair, wandering. It took me half of a decade... But I have accomplished what I had accomplished nearly fifty-five hundred years ago... Before I was betrayed." He turned around and faced the bloody rivers that surrounded them on two sides, and the bed of bones which led to the entrance to the broken portal. "I was too powerful..." He smirked. "Of course, none of it matter now. All is forgiven. And I have all of the mortals cowering with fear. Demons and blood lords reign rampant completely over the west, and our sacred tombs guarded." He swungs around, taking a vile of blood from his necklace. "Let the reign of hate begin! LAVARE ACH TENEESA ARISE! LORD OF HATE, BECOME ONE WITH FLESH!"
There was a flash of red lightning as the councils members began chanting along with him. "ARISE! ARISE!"
The two bodies, along with the blue pieces rose into the air, stopping just below the robes man. "MEPHISTO... MY BROTHER! BECOME ONE WITH THE BLOOD!" The tossed the vile of blood into the air, and in a whirl of wind sat suspended.
"ARISE! ARISE!" The council members shouted once more. The pieces melded into the bodies, which formed into one, growing being. The blood spilled onto its flesh and soaked inward.
"ARRRRRRGGGGGH!" It hissed in a highpictched scream, flailing its arms in midair. Its forehead burst outward in bone and flesh letting two horns form high above the eyesockets; claws extended from its tearing fingernails. It grew taller and screamed yet louder and shriller as tentacles burst from its back and sides, throwing blood and flesh into the air.
"Brother, Mephisto... Two of the four fabled brothers arise at the time of heed. It is time, my brother."
"You!" Mephisto hissed in fright. He backpeddled in midair, fright on his grewsome, demonic face. "No... not possible!"
"Oh, I am very alive, and in the flesh my brother. As are you."
"But the angels..."
"Yes, I know. Half of a millenium... I waited. And my age has begun."
Mephisto turned away, his bright green eyes flickering. "We had no idea where to turn when you were taken..."
"Silence, Mephisto. I know exactly what happened down there in the Worldstone Keep! After Baal was taken, you and Diablo could not balance the power of the brothers. You made a deal with Izual..."
Mephisto snickered. "And what? Did you expect US to be able to control you, the obnoxious Lord Damien? You were uncontrollable and you know it. You would---"
"SILENCE FOOL!" Damien bellowed, shaking the walls. "I AM THE BROTHER OF PAIN, THE BROTHER OF STRENGTH AND VENGENCE. I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO THIS WAY! I BROUGHT YOU BACK FROM THE COLD SLEEP YOU ENDURED, AND WE WILL BE AS ONE!" His chest heaved, as he shook with anger. "Now... Everything is in order, Mephisto. Everything. In the past five years I have clouded the mortals suns, destroyed towns and made them creep in fear. Nothing stands in our way... I'd be surprised if they even knew of us anymore. We are mere legend now, brother..."
"What... what about the others? Baal and young Diablo?"
"We will ressurect them also... Baal might be a problem, I am afraid. The archangel Tyrael destroyed the Worldstone Keep, and his soulstone was buried, beneath the very essence that was once our frontline. Diablo..." He through his arm out toward the broken portal which lit to life. "We now let live. Let us go..."
A heavy raincloud seemed to fall over the city by midday, staunching what was left of the light of the stars. Vicor walked to the palace where The Sorcerer was speaking, and sat down near the back.
"Everyone," a small squat man said as he stood on the small stage that was constructed, "The Sorcerer will be here in a---"
SNAP!
A heavy snapping sounded in the air as a wisp of smoke appeared on stage. As it clear, The Sorcerer stood gazing at the ground. He had a long, neat brown beard that sat overtop of his black cloak. His black hair fell to his waist, and he had white pupils under bushy white eyebrows.
"I," he said in a stern whisper, "am the son of the Sorcerer Drognan, grandson of the ninetieth high priest of Kurast."
The room clapped as they "oohed and ahed" and the wonderous appearence.
"And I will be talking today, about my views on these dark times."
"Will the monsters overrun us?!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"No! That I can assure you; as a matter of fact, the guard forces here at Lut Gholein and I have been putting together a sort of army, that will rush the dark tombs out in the desert. My sources have told me that the demon Iscariot has been awoken after almost a millenium of sleep. Iscariot's tomb, which is accessible through the true tomb of Tal Rasha, will be raided by us dawn tomorrow. Anyone of you townsfolk may sign up, but be aware, you may not come out alive."
"So you are saying the three primevils are back?!" someone else hollare, their voice quavering with fear.
"No! Never..." he trailed off. "But! Alas, I believe they are reforming. That is why we must strike them before 'tis to late."
"Rubbish!" a man yelled. He stood up, fully cloaked and not revealing his face. "It is impossible. The soul stones were destroyed. The four brothers... alive again? Don't waste your time." He walked out, breathing heavily.
"Four brothers?" The Sorcerer breathed. "He was mistaken! Now, I must leave you, for I have important work to do." The Sorcerer hurried off of the stage and ran into the palace library, slamming the door behind him..
The next day went slowly--- the mercenaries and town guards were preparing for war against the demon, and the sorcerer was still researching in his library.
"Everyone!" the head of the guards yelled as he stood on a box. "Everyone! Everyone that is going with us to attack Tal Rasha's tombs, stand to my right. Now, we aren't exactly sure which tomb it is, so we will be going through every tomb thoroughly."
"Excuse me?!" one of the guards said. "Are you insane? There's over seven tombs!"
"Yes, sir, I realize this, but it's the only way, unless of course, anyone here knows the TRUE tomb; but I highly doubt that."
"I do..." came a voice from the crowd. Everyone's eyes flew to the hooded man that interrupted the sorcerer yesterday, still cloaked. "I know the true tomb. The demon is concealed within the tomb Drognan the sorcerer was put in."
Vicor remembered back to school whenever they talked of the time of Diablo. When he was destroyed each of the townsfolk who had helped the hero vanquish the demon was given there own tomb, each one of Tal Rasha's.
"And you are sure about this?" the man asked.
"Correct..." he replied in a deep hum.
"Then we shall begin! Sorcerer, we are ready for you!" he shouted. There was another clasp of smoke and the sorcerer stoof next to his, his gaze falling over the crowd.
"Then it is settled," he said. "We will be going to my father's tomb... Let's take the waypoint to the tomb." ________________________
The two brothers were sucked into the hell portal and thrown down into the Pandomonium Fortress.
"What are you doing here?!" a large angel said. "You are forbidden to enter this holy---"
"Oh but I think so!" Damien said, his face drawn into a smirk. He punched forward, throwing a demonic bolt out of his hand, hitting the angel in the chest. He flew back against the wall as a black shadow enveloped him. The shadow exploded, letting a demon float out and slam into the angel.
"Aggg!" He screamed.
"Our demon will take care of him... Heh... no one will enter this place now, brother. And if they do, he will destroy them!" Damien said.
"Yes," Mephisto replied wearily.
"We will resurrect Diablo, Lord of Terror... then with our powers we can ressurect the lord of destruction..."
Quest Two: The Sorcerer of Lut Gholein
"Sachatee osee antaynay. Ach beit naf frey." There was a pause. "It has been almost five centuries..." the dark haired man smirked before the high council. "Five centuries... I have been tortured. Five centuries ago I was captured by the archangel's and for FIVE CENTURIES I HAD TO ROT IN HEAVEN, PAYING FOR MY BROTHERS' SINS." His voice picked up at this, his eyes growing a dark, fiery red. "But... finally... I was released. They left me go back out into this world... a forgotten... and broken half mortal." He stood in his blood-red robe on a platform high above the the floor, where an alter stood, blue pieces skattered on it. Two rotting and decaying men laid on either side of it. The council members stood around it, fifteen in all counting the blood lords, hanging there heads and breathing silently.
"I have given you breath after almost a century of your souls floating in midair, wandering. It took me half of a decade... But I have accomplished what I had accomplished nearly fifty-five hundred years ago... Before I was betrayed." He turned around and faced the bloody rivers that surrounded them on two sides, and the bed of bones which led to the entrance to the broken portal. "I was too powerful..." He smirked. "Of course, none of it matter now. All is forgiven. And I have all of the mortals cowering with fear. Demons and blood lords reign rampant completely over the west, and our sacred tombs guarded." He swungs around, taking a vile of blood from his necklace. "Let the reign of hate begin! LAVARE ACH TENEESA ARISE! LORD OF HATE, BECOME ONE WITH FLESH!"
There was a flash of red lightning as the councils members began chanting along with him. "ARISE! ARISE!"
The two bodies, along with the blue pieces rose into the air, stopping just below the robes man. "MEPHISTO... MY BROTHER! BECOME ONE WITH THE BLOOD!" The tossed the vile of blood into the air, and in a whirl of wind sat suspended.
"ARISE! ARISE!" The council members shouted once more. The pieces melded into the bodies, which formed into one, growing being. The blood spilled onto its flesh and soaked inward.
"ARRRRRRGGGGGH!" It hissed in a highpictched scream, flailing its arms in midair. Its forehead burst outward in bone and flesh letting two horns form high above the eyesockets; claws extended from its tearing fingernails. It grew taller and screamed yet louder and shriller as tentacles burst from its back and sides, throwing blood and flesh into the air.
"Brother, Mephisto... Two of the four fabled brothers arise at the time of heed. It is time, my brother."
"You!" Mephisto hissed in fright. He backpeddled in midair, fright on his grewsome, demonic face. "No... not possible!"
"Oh, I am very alive, and in the flesh my brother. As are you."
"But the angels..."
"Yes, I know. Half of a millenium... I waited. And my age has begun."
Mephisto turned away, his bright green eyes flickering. "We had no idea where to turn when you were taken..."
"Silence, Mephisto. I know exactly what happened down there in the Worldstone Keep! After Baal was taken, you and Diablo could not balance the power of the brothers. You made a deal with Izual..."
Mephisto snickered. "And what? Did you expect US to be able to control you, the obnoxious Lord Damien? You were uncontrollable and you know it. You would---"
"SILENCE FOOL!" Damien bellowed, shaking the walls. "I AM THE BROTHER OF PAIN, THE BROTHER OF STRENGTH AND VENGENCE. I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO THIS WAY! I BROUGHT YOU BACK FROM THE COLD SLEEP YOU ENDURED, AND WE WILL BE AS ONE!" His chest heaved, as he shook with anger. "Now... Everything is in order, Mephisto. Everything. In the past five years I have clouded the mortals suns, destroyed towns and made them creep in fear. Nothing stands in our way... I'd be surprised if they even knew of us anymore. We are mere legend now, brother..."
"What... what about the others? Baal and young Diablo?"
"We will ressurect them also... Baal might be a problem, I am afraid. The archangel Tyrael destroyed the Worldstone Keep, and his soulstone was buried, beneath the very essence that was once our frontline. Diablo..." He through his arm out toward the broken portal which lit to life. "We now let live. Let us go..."
A heavy raincloud seemed to fall over the city by midday, staunching what was left of the light of the stars. Vicor walked to the palace where The Sorcerer was speaking, and sat down near the back.
"Everyone," a small squat man said as he stood on the small stage that was constructed, "The Sorcerer will be here in a---"
SNAP!
A heavy snapping sounded in the air as a wisp of smoke appeared on stage. As it clear, The Sorcerer stood gazing at the ground. He had a long, neat brown beard that sat overtop of his black cloak. His black hair fell to his waist, and he had white pupils under bushy white eyebrows.
"I," he said in a stern whisper, "am the son of the Sorcerer Drognan, grandson of the ninetieth high priest of Kurast."
The room clapped as they "oohed and ahed" and the wonderous appearence.
"And I will be talking today, about my views on these dark times."
"Will the monsters overrun us?!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"No! That I can assure you; as a matter of fact, the guard forces here at Lut Gholein and I have been putting together a sort of army, that will rush the dark tombs out in the desert. My sources have told me that the demon Iscariot has been awoken after almost a millenium of sleep. Iscariot's tomb, which is accessible through the true tomb of Tal Rasha, will be raided by us dawn tomorrow. Anyone of you townsfolk may sign up, but be aware, you may not come out alive."
"So you are saying the three primevils are back?!" someone else hollare, their voice quavering with fear.
"No! Never..." he trailed off. "But! Alas, I believe they are reforming. That is why we must strike them before 'tis to late."
"Rubbish!" a man yelled. He stood up, fully cloaked and not revealing his face. "It is impossible. The soul stones were destroyed. The four brothers... alive again? Don't waste your time." He walked out, breathing heavily.
"Four brothers?" The Sorcerer breathed. "He was mistaken! Now, I must leave you, for I have important work to do." The Sorcerer hurried off of the stage and ran into the palace library, slamming the door behind him..
The next day went slowly--- the mercenaries and town guards were preparing for war against the demon, and the sorcerer was still researching in his library.
"Everyone!" the head of the guards yelled as he stood on a box. "Everyone! Everyone that is going with us to attack Tal Rasha's tombs, stand to my right. Now, we aren't exactly sure which tomb it is, so we will be going through every tomb thoroughly."
"Excuse me?!" one of the guards said. "Are you insane? There's over seven tombs!"
"Yes, sir, I realize this, but it's the only way, unless of course, anyone here knows the TRUE tomb; but I highly doubt that."
"I do..." came a voice from the crowd. Everyone's eyes flew to the hooded man that interrupted the sorcerer yesterday, still cloaked. "I know the true tomb. The demon is concealed within the tomb Drognan the sorcerer was put in."
Vicor remembered back to school whenever they talked of the time of Diablo. When he was destroyed each of the townsfolk who had helped the hero vanquish the demon was given there own tomb, each one of Tal Rasha's.
"And you are sure about this?" the man asked.
"Correct..." he replied in a deep hum.
"Then we shall begin! Sorcerer, we are ready for you!" he shouted. There was another clasp of smoke and the sorcerer stoof next to his, his gaze falling over the crowd.
"Then it is settled," he said. "We will be going to my father's tomb... Let's take the waypoint to the tomb." ________________________
The two brothers were sucked into the hell portal and thrown down into the Pandomonium Fortress.
"What are you doing here?!" a large angel said. "You are forbidden to enter this holy---"
"Oh but I think so!" Damien said, his face drawn into a smirk. He punched forward, throwing a demonic bolt out of his hand, hitting the angel in the chest. He flew back against the wall as a black shadow enveloped him. The shadow exploded, letting a demon float out and slam into the angel.
"Aggg!" He screamed.
"Our demon will take care of him... Heh... no one will enter this place now, brother. And if they do, he will destroy them!" Damien said.
"Yes," Mephisto replied wearily.
"We will resurrect Diablo, Lord of Terror... then with our powers we can ressurect the lord of destruction..."