Prologue
(Diablo II: Lord of Destruction)
The Den of Evil, not far from Rogue Encampment,
Inside the den, two figures were sitting around the fire. One of them is a man. His body is quite stocky with muscles. The bulk added with animal furs, which he wore. His face had wrinkles around it, yet it is clear that he was young before. His stoic expression wasn't changed as he watched his 'companion'.
Not far from him, a girl with short-cut hair played with katars (wrist-held blades). Her garment almost blended with the darkness, while her skin contrasted it. Her eyes were watchful to the man.
Suddenly, silence was broken as the man asked her, "So, would you tell me your name?"
The girl lashed back, "What is my concern with that?" The man only chuckled, before he asked again, "Come on, we could know each other at least," The man offered his hand to shake, "I'm Myrrick the Druid from Scosglen," The girl didn't reply nor respond, perhaps she think that there is no harm to introduce herself. She only said, "Akivsha…" He only nodded, actually there were questions in his minds. However, he decided to decline it when noticed that Akivsha's hand held katars tightly enough. Myrrick tried to remember events that lead him to this place.
It began 2 months ago, when some people from Scosglen seeks him. None had done this since his banishment 20 years ago. They found him chopping wood for firewood. He said this with a resigned tone, "I'm no longer interested with tribal affairs, please return…"
The eldest among them pleads, "Myrrick, your brethren need you! Something evil happened now!" One of them added, "Rumors says that Prime Evils began to rise again, perhaps Uileloscadh Mór (final battle between the men of the world and the demons of the Burning Hells) almost near!" Yet, he still continues to chop the woods.
"Why did you come for me? Scosglen had many druids, I'm not the only one…"
He answered sarcastically to them. Then one of them went closer to him, "We need all to stem the tide of evil, and we couldn't hold them alone! Myrrick, you're still the best among us!"When the cloak opened, it was a gray-haired woman. Her face quite aging, yet still show some beauty and defiance. He was stunned when saw her.
"Myrrick, I know that we had done a mistake by banishing you…I didn't ask for your forgiveness. You can ignore me as you want, but could you turn your back from your own people? They're innocent…they had nothing to do among us." He was silent as she spoke. Later, he said that he would joined them tomorrow.
However, it never came to happen as he found all of them slaughtered next morning.There are signs of struggle, and Myrrick sensed that their enemy must be unnatural to attack them. He found the woman, but it is already too late to heal her. Her wounds were many and she was too weak. His blood seethes as he realized it, and he asked her, " Tell me, who did this to you?" With weak voice, the woman said, "Demons… Leathdhiabhala (demonic corruptions of the very creatures Druids have vowed to defend), Diablo…Lord of Terror."
The woman holds his hand tightly, and smiled, "Find Diablo…and kill him, help your…brethren…save the highland…" After that, she breathes her last breath, yet her hand still held his hand tightly. What he could do was crying while hugging her body. Not for long, he buried them all with his own hands. "Joanna, I promise to return to Scosglen after I destroy those Prime Evils! They shall pay what they had done to you with their damned soul!! I promise!!" Then he started his journey to East, as it lead him to Rogue Encampment.
While she slept, Akivsha's mind was led to past events. At that time, it was a hot, blazing day.Andariel's minions led by Blood Raven and The Countess ambushed her Sisterhood. They managed to drive the defenders out from Monastery. Overwhelmed, the survivors were forced to across the nearest river. Kashya gallantly defend their rear guard along with several rogue, including her. As she watched over her Priestess nervously, she shouted, "Go away! You mustn't died, Akara! If you died, Andariel would be happy for that!!" Then the Priestess replied as she can, "Kashya, you must stay alive also! May be I'm spirit of our Sisterhood, but what use of it if you didn't had courage? Spirit would failed if not accompanied by courage!!"
Another rogue beside Kashya added, "Akara's right! Let us take charge of them!!" Kashya doesn't like this, abandoning her sisters to murderous demons. But they were right; she must stay alive to preserve the Sisterhood. "All right! If you can't make it, retreat at once!!" Others nodded; the rank opened way to her and closed again as she had passed the river. Horde of Carvers and Fallen poured into the river like a raging current. Their shaman, Bishbosh shouted the horrible curses and forced his ilk to move quickly. Despite their skill, it was proven that they're lost to sheer number. Akivsha saw one of her sister fell into river. As she tried to rise, 2-3 Carvers mobs her until one of them slit her throat open. Another was not so lucky. She screamed as the demons surrounds and hacked her viciously. The scream stopped abruptly, blood floats on the water. One by one, the rogues had fallen to them. Yet, she determined to make a fight. Some Fallen were hesitated when some of them fall to her sword. However, Bishbosh doesn't care. He cursed and ordered them to keep forward. The demons were more afraid to their leaders, especially Diablo, Lord of Terror. Realize that her fight would be futile, Akivsha tried to retreat. Too late, they had closed the way out. Franticly, she swung her sword.
More and more Carvers keep coming and swarms her like piranhas to their prey. She can smell their hellish sweat; hear their demonic glee and worst, felt blood prickled from her body. With one howl, the demons dragged her down to river. The last sight she could see was the sky before the hideous faces drowned her and she can only screams…
She awoke from her sleep, as the sweats seeps her body. She was still at the Den, later noticed that the druid still slept with meditating position. His eyes still closed.
Myrrick was sleeping; suddenly he felt a coldness sensation close to his neck. As he opened his eyes slowly, it was Akivsha' katars. She was crouched in front of him while holding her weapon close to her carotid. She whispered coldly to his ears,
"You shouldn't trust me easily! If I want, you're already dead meat now…" Her whisper reminds him to his homeland. Yet, he seems not panicked. "You wouldn't! You could done it at the first time we had met…beside, look around you!" She noticed that their place was surrounded by band of ravens. Their eyes keep watchful to event below.
"You think these birds can help you?" she mocked, "I remind you, that I'm very fast! Before they had attacked me, you're losing your head…literally!"
"How about beneath your feet?" When she looked downward, there were vines creeps over her feet. They are almost indistinguishable from snakes. Akivsha knew these vines; some of them were poisonous. She didn't know how he could command them, but one thing for sure: she was losing again. Her traps were nothing in this situation. If she insists, the vines might be struck her very hard. Slowly, she draws her katar away from him and walked away.
"You're not bad for an old people like you…" she said with some dislike. Myrrick rose from the ground and then clapped his hands. One of the ravens flew to his shoulder.
"You too, for a young girl like you…" he replied. Hearing it, Akivsha only gritted her teeth. She only sheathes her weapon. Later, they climbed out from the den and greeted by morning sun. Myrrick smiles, it is very refreshing compared to the humid den. He saw that Akivsha had taken different direction. He asked her,
"Are you not joining me to Rogue Encampment?" She stopped and replied, "I'm not after fame or fortune…I still had something to do!" As their distance become farther, Myrrick shouted again,
"Are we going to crossing road again?" Once again, she stopped. "Let's hope this is our last meeting…if we're met again, hopes I won't kill you!" Slowly but sure, Akivsha fades from sight. He can only shook his head, "You're almost like Joanna…Akivsha, who are you actually?"
Author's Note:
Well, it is my first Diablo II fanfic. I noticed there is no story about two new characters in Lord of Destruction, Assassin and Druid. So, I make my own story about them. This serves as introduction. If I wasn't too busy, I might make another chapter. Just read and enjoy!
(Diablo II: Lord of Destruction)
The Den of Evil, not far from Rogue Encampment,
Inside the den, two figures were sitting around the fire. One of them is a man. His body is quite stocky with muscles. The bulk added with animal furs, which he wore. His face had wrinkles around it, yet it is clear that he was young before. His stoic expression wasn't changed as he watched his 'companion'.
Not far from him, a girl with short-cut hair played with katars (wrist-held blades). Her garment almost blended with the darkness, while her skin contrasted it. Her eyes were watchful to the man.
Suddenly, silence was broken as the man asked her, "So, would you tell me your name?"
The girl lashed back, "What is my concern with that?" The man only chuckled, before he asked again, "Come on, we could know each other at least," The man offered his hand to shake, "I'm Myrrick the Druid from Scosglen," The girl didn't reply nor respond, perhaps she think that there is no harm to introduce herself. She only said, "Akivsha…" He only nodded, actually there were questions in his minds. However, he decided to decline it when noticed that Akivsha's hand held katars tightly enough. Myrrick tried to remember events that lead him to this place.
It began 2 months ago, when some people from Scosglen seeks him. None had done this since his banishment 20 years ago. They found him chopping wood for firewood. He said this with a resigned tone, "I'm no longer interested with tribal affairs, please return…"
The eldest among them pleads, "Myrrick, your brethren need you! Something evil happened now!" One of them added, "Rumors says that Prime Evils began to rise again, perhaps Uileloscadh Mór (final battle between the men of the world and the demons of the Burning Hells) almost near!" Yet, he still continues to chop the woods.
"Why did you come for me? Scosglen had many druids, I'm not the only one…"
He answered sarcastically to them. Then one of them went closer to him, "We need all to stem the tide of evil, and we couldn't hold them alone! Myrrick, you're still the best among us!"When the cloak opened, it was a gray-haired woman. Her face quite aging, yet still show some beauty and defiance. He was stunned when saw her.
"Myrrick, I know that we had done a mistake by banishing you…I didn't ask for your forgiveness. You can ignore me as you want, but could you turn your back from your own people? They're innocent…they had nothing to do among us." He was silent as she spoke. Later, he said that he would joined them tomorrow.
However, it never came to happen as he found all of them slaughtered next morning.There are signs of struggle, and Myrrick sensed that their enemy must be unnatural to attack them. He found the woman, but it is already too late to heal her. Her wounds were many and she was too weak. His blood seethes as he realized it, and he asked her, " Tell me, who did this to you?" With weak voice, the woman said, "Demons… Leathdhiabhala (demonic corruptions of the very creatures Druids have vowed to defend), Diablo…Lord of Terror."
The woman holds his hand tightly, and smiled, "Find Diablo…and kill him, help your…brethren…save the highland…" After that, she breathes her last breath, yet her hand still held his hand tightly. What he could do was crying while hugging her body. Not for long, he buried them all with his own hands. "Joanna, I promise to return to Scosglen after I destroy those Prime Evils! They shall pay what they had done to you with their damned soul!! I promise!!" Then he started his journey to East, as it lead him to Rogue Encampment.
While she slept, Akivsha's mind was led to past events. At that time, it was a hot, blazing day.Andariel's minions led by Blood Raven and The Countess ambushed her Sisterhood. They managed to drive the defenders out from Monastery. Overwhelmed, the survivors were forced to across the nearest river. Kashya gallantly defend their rear guard along with several rogue, including her. As she watched over her Priestess nervously, she shouted, "Go away! You mustn't died, Akara! If you died, Andariel would be happy for that!!" Then the Priestess replied as she can, "Kashya, you must stay alive also! May be I'm spirit of our Sisterhood, but what use of it if you didn't had courage? Spirit would failed if not accompanied by courage!!"
Another rogue beside Kashya added, "Akara's right! Let us take charge of them!!" Kashya doesn't like this, abandoning her sisters to murderous demons. But they were right; she must stay alive to preserve the Sisterhood. "All right! If you can't make it, retreat at once!!" Others nodded; the rank opened way to her and closed again as she had passed the river. Horde of Carvers and Fallen poured into the river like a raging current. Their shaman, Bishbosh shouted the horrible curses and forced his ilk to move quickly. Despite their skill, it was proven that they're lost to sheer number. Akivsha saw one of her sister fell into river. As she tried to rise, 2-3 Carvers mobs her until one of them slit her throat open. Another was not so lucky. She screamed as the demons surrounds and hacked her viciously. The scream stopped abruptly, blood floats on the water. One by one, the rogues had fallen to them. Yet, she determined to make a fight. Some Fallen were hesitated when some of them fall to her sword. However, Bishbosh doesn't care. He cursed and ordered them to keep forward. The demons were more afraid to their leaders, especially Diablo, Lord of Terror. Realize that her fight would be futile, Akivsha tried to retreat. Too late, they had closed the way out. Franticly, she swung her sword.
More and more Carvers keep coming and swarms her like piranhas to their prey. She can smell their hellish sweat; hear their demonic glee and worst, felt blood prickled from her body. With one howl, the demons dragged her down to river. The last sight she could see was the sky before the hideous faces drowned her and she can only screams…
She awoke from her sleep, as the sweats seeps her body. She was still at the Den, later noticed that the druid still slept with meditating position. His eyes still closed.
Myrrick was sleeping; suddenly he felt a coldness sensation close to his neck. As he opened his eyes slowly, it was Akivsha' katars. She was crouched in front of him while holding her weapon close to her carotid. She whispered coldly to his ears,
"You shouldn't trust me easily! If I want, you're already dead meat now…" Her whisper reminds him to his homeland. Yet, he seems not panicked. "You wouldn't! You could done it at the first time we had met…beside, look around you!" She noticed that their place was surrounded by band of ravens. Their eyes keep watchful to event below.
"You think these birds can help you?" she mocked, "I remind you, that I'm very fast! Before they had attacked me, you're losing your head…literally!"
"How about beneath your feet?" When she looked downward, there were vines creeps over her feet. They are almost indistinguishable from snakes. Akivsha knew these vines; some of them were poisonous. She didn't know how he could command them, but one thing for sure: she was losing again. Her traps were nothing in this situation. If she insists, the vines might be struck her very hard. Slowly, she draws her katar away from him and walked away.
"You're not bad for an old people like you…" she said with some dislike. Myrrick rose from the ground and then clapped his hands. One of the ravens flew to his shoulder.
"You too, for a young girl like you…" he replied. Hearing it, Akivsha only gritted her teeth. She only sheathes her weapon. Later, they climbed out from the den and greeted by morning sun. Myrrick smiles, it is very refreshing compared to the humid den. He saw that Akivsha had taken different direction. He asked her,
"Are you not joining me to Rogue Encampment?" She stopped and replied, "I'm not after fame or fortune…I still had something to do!" As their distance become farther, Myrrick shouted again,
"Are we going to crossing road again?" Once again, she stopped. "Let's hope this is our last meeting…if we're met again, hopes I won't kill you!" Slowly but sure, Akivsha fades from sight. He can only shook his head, "You're almost like Joanna…Akivsha, who are you actually?"
Author's Note:
Well, it is my first Diablo II fanfic. I noticed there is no story about two new characters in Lord of Destruction, Assassin and Druid. So, I make my own story about them. This serves as introduction. If I wasn't too busy, I might make another chapter. Just read and enjoy!