Chapter 1

"This is the last time I come on one of your cursed journeys," Nystak told Tarvin as he killed another of the seemingly endless Fallen that attacked them.

"Shut up or your not gonna survive this," Tarvin replied as he hurled a knife towards Nystak's legs, injuring a fallen. "We need to get past these damn devils and find their Shaman."

It's been a ten-day since they left the rogue encampment. They embarked on a quest to kill a corrupt rogue by the name of Andariel. After Diablo and his brothers corrupted her she has taken over the rogues former home, the monastery. Tarvin and Nystak were both asked to aid in this unfortunate time in exchange for a safe passage to Lut Gholein in the treacherous desert.

Tarvin, a barbarian from the barbarian highlands, ventured to the rogue encampment in search of a job. He had been trained by his now deceased father, a great Barabarian of Arreat Summit that went by the name of Madawc. He was taught to wield two weapons at once, just as his father, making him a much stronger opponent. He is 6 foot 3 inches tall and muscular. He has been in many battles as the scars on his body prove.

Nystak, a horadrim mage trained in the art of Necromancy, from across the sea on the docks of Kurast. He ventured to the encampment in result of recent news that a mage of the lost Horadrim Order was rescued in the once prosperous town of Tristram. When he arrived, he was surprised to find the mage was Cain, the last of the original Horadrim Order, who was thought to be dead for many years after Diablo led the fall of Tristram.

Tarvin and Nystak were sent on a quest by Cain back into Tristram to vanquish the evil that resides in it.



"That's where the little bastard has been hiding," Tarvin exclaimed as he stormed into the dilapidated house.

As he entered the house he heard a loud crack behind him. Startled by the noise he turned and swung with his broad sword. As he completed his turning assault he sees a skeleton and suddenly hears Nystak scream.

"Dammit, you nearly killed it, that's my minion. I finally got my cursed spell working."

As Nystak was talking Tarvin watched as the minion walked through a wall of flames seemingly unharmed to the Fallen Shaman and attack. It only took the skeleton one hit with his scimitar and the Shaman fell dead.

"Now that is something I can get used to," Tarvin said. "How long will it la-. He stopped as the skeleton broke into dust.

"Keep your mouth shut. You're cursed aren't you?" Nystak replied. "Ever since I started traveling alongside you, bad luck seems to follow. It'll take me another three days to get another one."

"That's great and all, but watch your back," Tarvin said as he threw another knife at a minotaur of the Moon Clan, as the minotaur bashed Nystak in the back with his bardiche. "ARGHH," Tarvin yelled as he charged the minotaur with both knife and broad sword violently swinging in front of him.

The minotaur stood his ground embracing himself for the assault. As Tarvin struck with the broad sword the minotaur took a few steps back trying to keep form falling. As he glanced back Tarvin threw a knife towards the minotaur's head. The minotaur barely missed it as it flew by. Now the minotaur attacked with his bardiche keeping a good distance between him and Tarvin. Tarvin dropped his knives and grabbed another broad sword he had picked up earlier. As the minotaur thrusted forward with his bardiche Tarvin caught the blade with the broad swords and pulled the minotaur towards him. When the minotaur was within reach, Tarvin released the blade with one sword and knocked the minotaur with the hilt of it. The surprised minotaur fell back and Tarvin thrusted forth with the sword blade slicing the minotaur mid-section open.

Now that the minotaur was dead Tarvin picked up the Bardiche it was wielding and strapped it on his back. He looked back to make sure Nystak was still there and saw a portal instead. "Magic, just doesn't add up to strength," He thought.



As he walked through the portal is collapsed on itself. As he entered the encampment Cain rushed to him to make sure he was all right.

"Ahh, what is this?" Cain asked as he examined the bardiche on Tarvin's back.

"That is my reward from killing a minotaur of the Moon Clan," Tarvin replied as he took it off and handed it to Cain.

"This isn't just any normal bardiche, it is enchanted," Cain stated as he examined it closer. "By wielding this the user receives more strength than they normally would have."

"That must be why he was harder to kill than the other ones," Tarvin said as he opened his pack and pulled out a wooden leg. "I found this while we were in Tristram, do you have any idea who it belonged to?"

"Haha, that little boy finally lost that leg to," Cain said as he laughed. "That belonged to Wirt a young boy who lost his leg in Tristram underground passages. He was always charged 50 gold just to look at his worthless overpriced items. He deserves what his fortune gave him"

"Well, would you like to keep it then? You could use it for a cane. "Tarvin asked.

"I didn't think of that, but ok I'll take it," Cain replied. "Thank-You."

"Before I forget, Nystak is in the tent at the back of the encampment resting. He barely made it though the portal." Cain said as he pointed towards the tent. "He is more advanced in his magic now, so during the next ten-day I will teach him to raise a clay golem," he continued.

"A clay golem. Hmm. That might prove to be interesting, he had a skeleton for a short while. Hopefully the golem will last longer," Tarvin said.



Chapter 2