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Terror, destruction, hate, the three prime evils still thrive even when defeated many decades ago. I stand on top of a ledge, black cloak flowing in the winds. I gaze down at a rather tall structure that is built with gray stones and stands proudly with a flag flying at the top bearing the symbol of the Horadrim. The ledge overlooks the once proud town of Tristram and the monastary that will be the source of many problems in the future. "Sir Jered Cain!" A brown cloaked young man walked over to a more elderly one.
"What is it?" The elderly man known as Jered Cain asked the young one.
"Are you sure going against the wishes of Heaven will be wise?"
"I trust the Archangel Tyreal's judgement, you are too young to understand but Tyreal has been hunting down these three for a long time and he knows perfectly well how to deal with them."
"Well... If you say so." The young one ended the coversation there then retreated into the stone monastary.
Jered Cain? Is he by any chance related to the Deckard Cain from Tristram? As I question this the dream reshapes into the cold dark labrynth of the monastary. Screams fill the hallways as locals from Tristram run for their lives not even noticing my presence. A large bulky figure who I knew of only has the Butcher pursued them. "You will all fadei nto the darkness as I add you to my collection of pain!" The large demon shouted.
Suddenly a figure appeared in the only exit, he laughed and shut the door on the townsmen then locked it. They all pushed the door and screamed but the maniac's laugh faded as he ran deeper into the dark monastary, I recgonized him.... The Archbishop Lazarus. The demon caught up to the the townsmen and one by one chopped off their limbs. They screamed in pain as they lost their limbs and their blood spilled onto the cold stone floor. The butcher laughed as the townsmen fell silent and I watched on not moving as the vision ended.
As I wake up seeing it's morning Diablo's laugh rings through my head and I hold onto it then realizing I have a travelling partner who is already up and walking around. He glances over to me and asks "Are you okay sir?" with a bit of concern in his voice.
"I'm... Fine." I reply.
"Well, I was going to wake you up but you looked like I should leave you alone. You sure that you are okay?"
"I told you already I am fine!" I said in an annoyed tone.
"Sorry... Anyway I have everything ready so we can move on when you are ready, sir."
"Right then, let us move onward at once, we have to cover as much ground today as possible." I say.
With that the two of us start walking down the path. The deserts of Aranoch are not far from here, we should be able to reach the trading post by noon. As we travel Marius decided to break the silence with idle banter. "So, ummm. How did you come to be on this so called journey?" he asks.
"..." I remain silent.
"Uh, I take it you don't want to discuss why?"
"No." Was all I said.
"Well, since we are going to be walking for a while I'll tell you a bit about my past." Marius said.
I just sigh and let him get on with whatever he is going to say. "I grew up in a village west of here and grew up helping my father with his blacksmith shop. He was a very good smith, he kicked me out though... He claimed I was no good at smithing, my mother felt sorry for me but she didn't try to stop him. I'm basicly living the life of an outcast, many years have passed since I left home... Many..."
As soon as Marius finishes his sentence I hear rustling in the bushes on the side of the road. I recgonize this style entrance... Bandits! A few seconds later a group of at least six vagabonds leap out of the bushes near the dirt path. "Well, well, well.... If it isn't little Marius who has yet to pay us back for our services." The leader says looking slightly amused.
"What is this about?" I ask Marius.
"I forgot to mention... I have some enemies." He responds.
"Great, and I don't have my sword." I mutter.
"Hey, cloaked guy, walk off this is our buisness." The lead bandit says angrily at me.
"This is very much my buisness thief..." I say in a calm and emotionless tone.
"I don't know why you are sticking up for this waste of space, but you're going to regret it!"
With that the bandits all charge forward. I chant a phrase to myself and hold out my hand torwards the group of bandits and my eyes turn red. "What the hell!?" One of them shouts before he bursts into flames.
The entire group of bandits start bursting into flames as they all scream in pain and run around trying to put themselves out. "Let's go, we don't need to waste any more time here." I say to Marius.
"Uh, yeah your right." He says with a frightened expression on his face.
My eyes turn back to normal and we both walk off ignoring the screams of the flaming bandits in the distance. "Um, thanks for helping me back there, sir!"
"..." I say nothing to respond to his thanks.
"Why did you help me anyway?"
"..." I still remain silent.
We both stay silent for the rest of the trip to the trading post. When we arrive a rather large man comes out, we discuss what we need and the man gives us a camel in exchange for some Gold Pieces. As soon as Marius places the supplies hes been carrying on the creature we enter the hot desert through a short and narrow canyon. The hot sun shines down on us as we journey deeper into the desert. Each step, I feel that the journey is becoming more complicated...
Terror, destruction, hate, the three prime evils still thrive even when defeated many decades ago. I stand on top of a ledge, black cloak flowing in the winds. I gaze down at a rather tall structure that is built with gray stones and stands proudly with a flag flying at the top bearing the symbol of the Horadrim. The ledge overlooks the once proud town of Tristram and the monastary that will be the source of many problems in the future. "Sir Jered Cain!" A brown cloaked young man walked over to a more elderly one.
"What is it?" The elderly man known as Jered Cain asked the young one.
"Are you sure going against the wishes of Heaven will be wise?"
"I trust the Archangel Tyreal's judgement, you are too young to understand but Tyreal has been hunting down these three for a long time and he knows perfectly well how to deal with them."
"Well... If you say so." The young one ended the coversation there then retreated into the stone monastary.
Jered Cain? Is he by any chance related to the Deckard Cain from Tristram? As I question this the dream reshapes into the cold dark labrynth of the monastary. Screams fill the hallways as locals from Tristram run for their lives not even noticing my presence. A large bulky figure who I knew of only has the Butcher pursued them. "You will all fadei nto the darkness as I add you to my collection of pain!" The large demon shouted.
Suddenly a figure appeared in the only exit, he laughed and shut the door on the townsmen then locked it. They all pushed the door and screamed but the maniac's laugh faded as he ran deeper into the dark monastary, I recgonized him.... The Archbishop Lazarus. The demon caught up to the the townsmen and one by one chopped off their limbs. They screamed in pain as they lost their limbs and their blood spilled onto the cold stone floor. The butcher laughed as the townsmen fell silent and I watched on not moving as the vision ended.
As I wake up seeing it's morning Diablo's laugh rings through my head and I hold onto it then realizing I have a travelling partner who is already up and walking around. He glances over to me and asks "Are you okay sir?" with a bit of concern in his voice.
"I'm... Fine." I reply.
"Well, I was going to wake you up but you looked like I should leave you alone. You sure that you are okay?"
"I told you already I am fine!" I said in an annoyed tone.
"Sorry... Anyway I have everything ready so we can move on when you are ready, sir."
"Right then, let us move onward at once, we have to cover as much ground today as possible." I say.
With that the two of us start walking down the path. The deserts of Aranoch are not far from here, we should be able to reach the trading post by noon. As we travel Marius decided to break the silence with idle banter. "So, ummm. How did you come to be on this so called journey?" he asks.
"..." I remain silent.
"Uh, I take it you don't want to discuss why?"
"No." Was all I said.
"Well, since we are going to be walking for a while I'll tell you a bit about my past." Marius said.
I just sigh and let him get on with whatever he is going to say. "I grew up in a village west of here and grew up helping my father with his blacksmith shop. He was a very good smith, he kicked me out though... He claimed I was no good at smithing, my mother felt sorry for me but she didn't try to stop him. I'm basicly living the life of an outcast, many years have passed since I left home... Many..."
As soon as Marius finishes his sentence I hear rustling in the bushes on the side of the road. I recgonize this style entrance... Bandits! A few seconds later a group of at least six vagabonds leap out of the bushes near the dirt path. "Well, well, well.... If it isn't little Marius who has yet to pay us back for our services." The leader says looking slightly amused.
"What is this about?" I ask Marius.
"I forgot to mention... I have some enemies." He responds.
"Great, and I don't have my sword." I mutter.
"Hey, cloaked guy, walk off this is our buisness." The lead bandit says angrily at me.
"This is very much my buisness thief..." I say in a calm and emotionless tone.
"I don't know why you are sticking up for this waste of space, but you're going to regret it!"
With that the bandits all charge forward. I chant a phrase to myself and hold out my hand torwards the group of bandits and my eyes turn red. "What the hell!?" One of them shouts before he bursts into flames.
The entire group of bandits start bursting into flames as they all scream in pain and run around trying to put themselves out. "Let's go, we don't need to waste any more time here." I say to Marius.
"Uh, yeah your right." He says with a frightened expression on his face.
My eyes turn back to normal and we both walk off ignoring the screams of the flaming bandits in the distance. "Um, thanks for helping me back there, sir!"
"..." I say nothing to respond to his thanks.
"Why did you help me anyway?"
"..." I still remain silent.
We both stay silent for the rest of the trip to the trading post. When we arrive a rather large man comes out, we discuss what we need and the man gives us a camel in exchange for some Gold Pieces. As soon as Marius places the supplies hes been carrying on the creature we enter the hot desert through a short and narrow canyon. The hot sun shines down on us as we journey deeper into the desert. Each step, I feel that the journey is becoming more complicated...