I have finally finished the third chapter, please read and review. I have
put a lot of effort into these fics and would really appreciate it if you
did. In response to B.H. Miles, :S I don't think that you read the fic
correctly. I never said that there was a tree in the den of evil and the
barbarian wasn't helping because he was worried about messing up again,
which I did explain. :S . anyhoo, thanks RedLady, this is what I was
aiming for, but maybe Sez isn't as dumb as you think he is. well maybe he
is. :P hope you like this new chapter. oh and Diablo wasn't made by me,
etc, etc, etc. enjoy ;)
Chapter3
The Sword of Enigma
Akara was reluctant about healing our wounds at first, it seems that she disagreed with what she thought we had done, but after vigorous persuasion (which consisted mainly of insistent begging) she finally gave in, and used her mystical powers. However, for some reason, she couldn't cure Seztarám's peculiar throat problem. It seemed that he hadn't lost his voice, but he still felt the sensation of being choked, even though we had removed the attached arm over an hour ago.
"I suspect that Blood Raven has cursed him." She said. "I don't know the counter-spell for such a curse, in fact it's the first time that I have ever witnessed it."
"This is great, first of all you suddenly decide to let me fight on my own, and now I have no choice."
"Wha...? cough. Your... n... not... leaving me... cough... here!"
"Excuse me? Why not? You can hardly stand up!"
"I... don't... care! I' m... cough-cough... coming!"
"No your not, your staying here!"
"Like... hell... I am"
"Your staying!"
"cough... I'm going"
"Staying!"
"Going... cough"
"Staying!"
"Going"
"Staying!"
"Going!"
"Staying!"
"GOING!"
"FINE! Come you whinging son of a werebitch!"
"I am doing, you backside sniffing quill rat!"
"Do what you want you giant vomiting rock worm"
"That's what I intend to do you..."
"I don't suppose that any one of you buffoons has noticed that Seztarám has gotten his voice back in the middle of all this?" Akara attempted to break up the argument.
"Well whaddaya know. So I have. Now you have no choice but to let me come." Akara failed.
"I said that you could come, shut up already!"
"You shut up!"
*
"BACK AGAIN PALADIN?" She looked slightly less intimidating with only one arm, that was until the new arm sprouted. "A COUPLE OF HOURS REGENERATING AND... BING, GOOD AS NEW!"
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"I was talking to Blood Raven."
"Oh... sorry!"
Once again the hordes of undead made their way towards us. It was quite amusing watching a bunch of rotten corpses trying to make their way towards us. Every step they took seemed like such a struggle. I waited.
"Anytime now." I continued to wait. "Whenever you feel like it."
... ... ...
"SEZTARÁM?!"
"Oh sorry!" At this he roared. It was even more enjoyable watching the frightened zombies try to run away. I ran as fast as I could towards the tree in the centre of the graveyard.
"STOP HIM!" I heard Blood Raven scream. But it was too late, I had already reached the corpse and more importantly, the sword which it held in its hand.
"THE SWORD OF ENIGMA! DON'T LET HIM GET IT!"
I grasped the sword. Once I held on to it's beautiful, golden, gemmed handle, I couldn't let go. Suddenly the sword began to shine and power, which felt like electricity and fire combined into one, flowed through my veins. I felt hot, and then cold as the sword suddenly covered in ice. I began to violently vibrate, light shone from my eyes and pierced the lines of fleeing undead.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" Blood Raven screamed running, looking over her shoulder as the light edged toward her. Briskly, the light slowly engulfed her and with another spine-chilling scream, she disintegrated.
I fell to my knees, completely out of breath. And then I realised what had happened. Then it struck me.
"SEZTERÁM!?" Had I destroyed him too?
"At your service, huh ha!" Apparently not.
"What just... how did you...?"
"I don't know. Looks like only the undead were affected. Must have been some sort of powerful holy bolt. Er... what did you do Sacremorn?"
"You know as much as I. I think that the swo..." I looked at my hands.
"What the...?"
"Where did it go Sacremorn?"
"I don't.... know"
*
"Maybe Deckard, would know more of the matter."
"Do you mean Deckard Cain? The Horadrim?" I replied to Akara.
"Yes, but as you know, Tristram has been attacked and Deckard Cain is been held captive."
"And you think that he'll know more about this "Sword of Enigma" as Blood Raven called it."
"I'm almost positive."
"We were heading there next, anyway Sacremorn." Seztarám attempted to sound clever. "We can continue with our quest while investigating the sword thing at the same time!"
"Yes, Seztarám. This is what we shall do."
"I can't believe that you defeated Blood Raven!" Kashya declared. "I hope that you'll accept this Amazon as a suitable reward."
"Hello again, sir!" It was Elenor! "I heard about the Den of Evil, sir. I am glad that Seztarám pulled through. However did you defeat Blood Raven?"
"I'll explain later. I didn't know that you were an Amazon, Elenor."
"Sure am."
"She isn't like other Amazon's, Sacremorn." Kashya interrupted. "She was brought up here with me. Amazon's are usually quite arrogant but you won't find a kinder person than Elenor."
Elenor started to go rather red. This is why I never noticed that she was an Amazon. Not only was she incredibly kind, but also really pretty. Amazon's are hard-faced, manly women, where as Elenor is really beautiful.
"Paladin." Kashya continued. "I thought that you might wish to know, that a Necromancer passed through the encampment not long ago. He goes by the name of The Heaven Spawner. And by the amount of undead skeletons he was travelling with, I'd say that he's rather experienced."
"Ah, a Necromancer. Great!"
"You agree with the acts of Necromancers?"
"Why not? They are fighting for the same cause as us."
"So they say." Akara declared. "I don't trust them."
"Well I have no reason to dislike them, so they are fine with me. As long as they fight evil, how they go about doing it, doesn't really matter."
"I agree with Sacremorn." Seztarám and Elenor said in unison. They looked at each other and smiled gleefully, and then look back eagerly at Akara.
"Well whatever you say, Sacremorn." Akara said with an uncertain tone. "Just make sure that you don't get up to the same misdeeds, with Elenor, as you did the Rouges. That means you too Sezterám."
"Akara, I told you. I haven't done anything. It was all a misunderstanding. And Seztarám never did anything with Kashya."
"Excuse me?" It seemed that Kashya was new to this rumour. "Done what with me exactly?"
"Don't play the innocent with me young lady." Akara shouted.
"What on earth are you talking about? Sacremorn?"
By this time, I had already grabbed Seztarám and Elenor and ran full speed out of the encampment.
*
"So, how come you were brought up with the rouges and not with an Amazon tribe?" I said to Elenor in the Cold Plains, while pulling my sword out of a zombie's torso.
"My mother was thrown out of her tribe when I was a young girl. She came to the encampment to challenge a mutated demon and left me in the care of Kashya until she returned. But she never did."
"Oh, I'm sorry Elenor."
"Don't be. I was too young to remember anyway. Kashya has acted as my mother since then." Slightly lost for words, we walked into the Stony Field.
"What are we looking for again, Sacremorn?" Seztarám was shouting from a distance in front of us. When we reached him there were masses of Goatmen corpses all over the floor. "Thought I'd get my own back. No good rotten Goatmen. Think they can beat me in combat. HA!"
"Akara said to look for six stone pillars." I declared.
"What's that Sacremorn? It looks somehow familiar." Seztarám was pointing at a small stone slab near a fence, whilst scratching his head, looking rather puzzled.
"Actually, it does look rather familiar." I said, now rubbing my chin, with the same puzzled look.
"That's a waypoint, sir." Elenor answered. "If you stand on it, you can teleport back to any previously visited waypoint."
"It's pretty useless then," I replied. "I haven't activated any!"
"Didn't you activate the one in the encampment?"
"I didn't realise that there was one."
"Ok, come with me." She started walking towards the waypoint.
When we got there she stood in the centre of the waypoint with her arm outstretched towards me. I just stood there looking daft, staring at her as if she had just asked me to marry her.
"Give me your hand, Sacremorn!" I stood still for a little while longer and when I had finally gathered enough courage, I stepped towards her and reluctantly grabbed her hand. Her hand was unusually soft and she held my hand really gently, although firmly at the same time. I stood like a statue, trying to act as normal as possible, but I had never felt like this in my life. "You too Seztarám!" Elenor continued, seemingly oblivious to how I felt.
"Ok!!" As soon as he held her hand I swear I could have hit him. Even though I was also holding her hand, for some reason, I was incredibly jealous. I just wanted to kick Seztarám over the fence behind us, and continue holding Elenor's hand forever.
"Rouge Encampment!" She shouted and suddenly we appeared back at the encampment.
"Now touch the centre of the waypoint with your hands." She let go of my hand. I just smiled at her like a nervous young boy. "Sacremorn? Are you ok?"
"Er, um, yes sorry." I placed my hands in the middle of the waypoint as Elenor had instructed. Flames erupted from two stone boxes at either side of the waypoint, and then I remembered.
"Now it is activated. You can travel from this waypoint, to the one in the Stony Field whenever you want to from now on."
"I just remembered..."
"I really think we should get going again, tell me when we get back to the field, ok?"
Was I going to get to hold her hand again? I could have killed just to hold Elenor's hand one more time, but she had already stepped back onto the waypoint.
"Stony Field." She shouted, and disappeared right in front of me.
"You go next Sacremorn!" Seztarám blared.
"No it's ok Seztarám, you go next, but I want to tell you something about the way..." He touched the waypoint. The lit flames, juddered and flashed.
"Didn't you hear Elenor, Sacremorn? We need to go! Hu hah!" He then stood on the waypoint.
"Wait Seztarám, I need to..."
"Hmmm what was it. Oh yeah! Rocky Field!"
"NO!" Seztarám vanished, just as Elenor re-appeared. "Idiot... idiot... what an idiot!"
"What's taking so long, sir? Whose an idiot?"
Chapter3
The Sword of Enigma
Akara was reluctant about healing our wounds at first, it seems that she disagreed with what she thought we had done, but after vigorous persuasion (which consisted mainly of insistent begging) she finally gave in, and used her mystical powers. However, for some reason, she couldn't cure Seztarám's peculiar throat problem. It seemed that he hadn't lost his voice, but he still felt the sensation of being choked, even though we had removed the attached arm over an hour ago.
"I suspect that Blood Raven has cursed him." She said. "I don't know the counter-spell for such a curse, in fact it's the first time that I have ever witnessed it."
"This is great, first of all you suddenly decide to let me fight on my own, and now I have no choice."
"Wha...? cough. Your... n... not... leaving me... cough... here!"
"Excuse me? Why not? You can hardly stand up!"
"I... don't... care! I' m... cough-cough... coming!"
"No your not, your staying here!"
"Like... hell... I am"
"Your staying!"
"cough... I'm going"
"Staying!"
"Going... cough"
"Staying!"
"Going"
"Staying!"
"Going!"
"Staying!"
"GOING!"
"FINE! Come you whinging son of a werebitch!"
"I am doing, you backside sniffing quill rat!"
"Do what you want you giant vomiting rock worm"
"That's what I intend to do you..."
"I don't suppose that any one of you buffoons has noticed that Seztarám has gotten his voice back in the middle of all this?" Akara attempted to break up the argument.
"Well whaddaya know. So I have. Now you have no choice but to let me come." Akara failed.
"I said that you could come, shut up already!"
"You shut up!"
*
"BACK AGAIN PALADIN?" She looked slightly less intimidating with only one arm, that was until the new arm sprouted. "A COUPLE OF HOURS REGENERATING AND... BING, GOOD AS NEW!"
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"I was talking to Blood Raven."
"Oh... sorry!"
Once again the hordes of undead made their way towards us. It was quite amusing watching a bunch of rotten corpses trying to make their way towards us. Every step they took seemed like such a struggle. I waited.
"Anytime now." I continued to wait. "Whenever you feel like it."
... ... ...
"SEZTARÁM?!"
"Oh sorry!" At this he roared. It was even more enjoyable watching the frightened zombies try to run away. I ran as fast as I could towards the tree in the centre of the graveyard.
"STOP HIM!" I heard Blood Raven scream. But it was too late, I had already reached the corpse and more importantly, the sword which it held in its hand.
"THE SWORD OF ENIGMA! DON'T LET HIM GET IT!"
I grasped the sword. Once I held on to it's beautiful, golden, gemmed handle, I couldn't let go. Suddenly the sword began to shine and power, which felt like electricity and fire combined into one, flowed through my veins. I felt hot, and then cold as the sword suddenly covered in ice. I began to violently vibrate, light shone from my eyes and pierced the lines of fleeing undead.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" Blood Raven screamed running, looking over her shoulder as the light edged toward her. Briskly, the light slowly engulfed her and with another spine-chilling scream, she disintegrated.
I fell to my knees, completely out of breath. And then I realised what had happened. Then it struck me.
"SEZTERÁM!?" Had I destroyed him too?
"At your service, huh ha!" Apparently not.
"What just... how did you...?"
"I don't know. Looks like only the undead were affected. Must have been some sort of powerful holy bolt. Er... what did you do Sacremorn?"
"You know as much as I. I think that the swo..." I looked at my hands.
"What the...?"
"Where did it go Sacremorn?"
"I don't.... know"
*
"Maybe Deckard, would know more of the matter."
"Do you mean Deckard Cain? The Horadrim?" I replied to Akara.
"Yes, but as you know, Tristram has been attacked and Deckard Cain is been held captive."
"And you think that he'll know more about this "Sword of Enigma" as Blood Raven called it."
"I'm almost positive."
"We were heading there next, anyway Sacremorn." Seztarám attempted to sound clever. "We can continue with our quest while investigating the sword thing at the same time!"
"Yes, Seztarám. This is what we shall do."
"I can't believe that you defeated Blood Raven!" Kashya declared. "I hope that you'll accept this Amazon as a suitable reward."
"Hello again, sir!" It was Elenor! "I heard about the Den of Evil, sir. I am glad that Seztarám pulled through. However did you defeat Blood Raven?"
"I'll explain later. I didn't know that you were an Amazon, Elenor."
"Sure am."
"She isn't like other Amazon's, Sacremorn." Kashya interrupted. "She was brought up here with me. Amazon's are usually quite arrogant but you won't find a kinder person than Elenor."
Elenor started to go rather red. This is why I never noticed that she was an Amazon. Not only was she incredibly kind, but also really pretty. Amazon's are hard-faced, manly women, where as Elenor is really beautiful.
"Paladin." Kashya continued. "I thought that you might wish to know, that a Necromancer passed through the encampment not long ago. He goes by the name of The Heaven Spawner. And by the amount of undead skeletons he was travelling with, I'd say that he's rather experienced."
"Ah, a Necromancer. Great!"
"You agree with the acts of Necromancers?"
"Why not? They are fighting for the same cause as us."
"So they say." Akara declared. "I don't trust them."
"Well I have no reason to dislike them, so they are fine with me. As long as they fight evil, how they go about doing it, doesn't really matter."
"I agree with Sacremorn." Seztarám and Elenor said in unison. They looked at each other and smiled gleefully, and then look back eagerly at Akara.
"Well whatever you say, Sacremorn." Akara said with an uncertain tone. "Just make sure that you don't get up to the same misdeeds, with Elenor, as you did the Rouges. That means you too Sezterám."
"Akara, I told you. I haven't done anything. It was all a misunderstanding. And Seztarám never did anything with Kashya."
"Excuse me?" It seemed that Kashya was new to this rumour. "Done what with me exactly?"
"Don't play the innocent with me young lady." Akara shouted.
"What on earth are you talking about? Sacremorn?"
By this time, I had already grabbed Seztarám and Elenor and ran full speed out of the encampment.
*
"So, how come you were brought up with the rouges and not with an Amazon tribe?" I said to Elenor in the Cold Plains, while pulling my sword out of a zombie's torso.
"My mother was thrown out of her tribe when I was a young girl. She came to the encampment to challenge a mutated demon and left me in the care of Kashya until she returned. But she never did."
"Oh, I'm sorry Elenor."
"Don't be. I was too young to remember anyway. Kashya has acted as my mother since then." Slightly lost for words, we walked into the Stony Field.
"What are we looking for again, Sacremorn?" Seztarám was shouting from a distance in front of us. When we reached him there were masses of Goatmen corpses all over the floor. "Thought I'd get my own back. No good rotten Goatmen. Think they can beat me in combat. HA!"
"Akara said to look for six stone pillars." I declared.
"What's that Sacremorn? It looks somehow familiar." Seztarám was pointing at a small stone slab near a fence, whilst scratching his head, looking rather puzzled.
"Actually, it does look rather familiar." I said, now rubbing my chin, with the same puzzled look.
"That's a waypoint, sir." Elenor answered. "If you stand on it, you can teleport back to any previously visited waypoint."
"It's pretty useless then," I replied. "I haven't activated any!"
"Didn't you activate the one in the encampment?"
"I didn't realise that there was one."
"Ok, come with me." She started walking towards the waypoint.
When we got there she stood in the centre of the waypoint with her arm outstretched towards me. I just stood there looking daft, staring at her as if she had just asked me to marry her.
"Give me your hand, Sacremorn!" I stood still for a little while longer and when I had finally gathered enough courage, I stepped towards her and reluctantly grabbed her hand. Her hand was unusually soft and she held my hand really gently, although firmly at the same time. I stood like a statue, trying to act as normal as possible, but I had never felt like this in my life. "You too Seztarám!" Elenor continued, seemingly oblivious to how I felt.
"Ok!!" As soon as he held her hand I swear I could have hit him. Even though I was also holding her hand, for some reason, I was incredibly jealous. I just wanted to kick Seztarám over the fence behind us, and continue holding Elenor's hand forever.
"Rouge Encampment!" She shouted and suddenly we appeared back at the encampment.
"Now touch the centre of the waypoint with your hands." She let go of my hand. I just smiled at her like a nervous young boy. "Sacremorn? Are you ok?"
"Er, um, yes sorry." I placed my hands in the middle of the waypoint as Elenor had instructed. Flames erupted from two stone boxes at either side of the waypoint, and then I remembered.
"Now it is activated. You can travel from this waypoint, to the one in the Stony Field whenever you want to from now on."
"I just remembered..."
"I really think we should get going again, tell me when we get back to the field, ok?"
Was I going to get to hold her hand again? I could have killed just to hold Elenor's hand one more time, but she had already stepped back onto the waypoint.
"Stony Field." She shouted, and disappeared right in front of me.
"You go next Sacremorn!" Seztarám blared.
"No it's ok Seztarám, you go next, but I want to tell you something about the way..." He touched the waypoint. The lit flames, juddered and flashed.
"Didn't you hear Elenor, Sacremorn? We need to go! Hu hah!" He then stood on the waypoint.
"Wait Seztarám, I need to..."
"Hmmm what was it. Oh yeah! Rocky Field!"
"NO!" Seztarám vanished, just as Elenor re-appeared. "Idiot... idiot... what an idiot!"
"What's taking so long, sir? Whose an idiot?"