Diablo brooded in the depths of his
personal sanctuary. He was pondering his next move. You see, the 5th
adventurer this week had just came to slay him ,but had fallen at the
mighty claw of Terror incarnate. He was trying to devise a way of
increasing the level of security around his temple. With a resigned sigh,
he gave up temporarily, and stomped off into the darkness.
" You must kill the Lord of Terror. He must be stopped." "If humanity is to survive, Diablo must fall." "Go now, young paladin. For only through the gates of Hell itself will you find your true destiny." The voices continued to pound into the head of young Razam as he stood just inside the gate.
After valiantly slaying Mephisto, Lord of Hatred, only moments after Diablo and Baal had entered the portal to Hell, Razam found the courage within him to step through the portal and enter what was know in the mortal tounge as the Pandemonium Fortress. The Fortress was the last bastion of light against the minions of Hell. The fortress had always fought off the small skirmishes that the demons put up, but now, with their leader back, it was only a matter of time before it fell, and all of Sanctuary was put under the control of Hell itself.
Razam sighed heavily as he looked into the barred wastelands known as the Outer Steppes. He knew that he must kill Diablo, but he did not trust in himself to be able to do it. He summed up his courage, however, and took one step after another, praying to the Light for protection. Almost immediatly after he took the final step, he saw out of the corner of his eye a streak of light. Reacting on instincts, he ducked. The flash bolted through the air just inches from his helmet, and passed behind him. As he stood up, he saw his opponent. A grotesque red mass of flying tendrils, he could not figure out what it was, for he had but a second, for the next lightning bolt was shot at him. This time however, he moved too slowly and the bolt hit him in the shield arm. Thankfully, it hit him at an angle to where it did not hit his body directly, but instead simply singed his arm.
The pain, however, was horrible. As he gasped in pain, the monster wasted no time, shooting two more bolts before he could get up. Both of them looked true to their mark. As he saw them coming, he quickly drew upon the might of the Zakarum and was able to give himself the power to absorb lightning, but only for a short while. However, it was enough to save him from a killing blow. With adrenaline pumping, and renewed strength, he charged toward the beast, only to catch thin air as it teleported out of the way. The momentum he had carried him farther than he had hoped, and he lost his balance. The Gloam, as he would later find out it was named, shot another bolt at him, only to be absorbed. He whispered a prayer of thanks to the Light for protection, and charged again. This time, he expected the teleport, and at the last second stopped. The gloam did not expect him to stop, so it teleported, but it had been seen by Razam as it had regained its surroundings. By the time it saw the blur charging towards him, it was too late. Razam slammed into the creature, sending it down onto the ground, with Razam on top of it. He wasted no time pulling out his scepter, and bashed the creature until it no longer twitched or resisted.
He slowly limped back into the fortress, bleeding profusely in the arm that the Gloam had hit. He went to the town priestess, where his wounds were tended. He bought some potions, thinking they may come in handy later, and set back out into the Steppes. Cautiously he wandered through the wasteland, hoping to find some hint of a way into the place known only as the River of Flame. What he found, however, was just another wasteland.
Discouraged, he pressed on, determine
" You must kill the Lord of Terror. He must be stopped." "If humanity is to survive, Diablo must fall." "Go now, young paladin. For only through the gates of Hell itself will you find your true destiny." The voices continued to pound into the head of young Razam as he stood just inside the gate.
After valiantly slaying Mephisto, Lord of Hatred, only moments after Diablo and Baal had entered the portal to Hell, Razam found the courage within him to step through the portal and enter what was know in the mortal tounge as the Pandemonium Fortress. The Fortress was the last bastion of light against the minions of Hell. The fortress had always fought off the small skirmishes that the demons put up, but now, with their leader back, it was only a matter of time before it fell, and all of Sanctuary was put under the control of Hell itself.
Razam sighed heavily as he looked into the barred wastelands known as the Outer Steppes. He knew that he must kill Diablo, but he did not trust in himself to be able to do it. He summed up his courage, however, and took one step after another, praying to the Light for protection. Almost immediatly after he took the final step, he saw out of the corner of his eye a streak of light. Reacting on instincts, he ducked. The flash bolted through the air just inches from his helmet, and passed behind him. As he stood up, he saw his opponent. A grotesque red mass of flying tendrils, he could not figure out what it was, for he had but a second, for the next lightning bolt was shot at him. This time however, he moved too slowly and the bolt hit him in the shield arm. Thankfully, it hit him at an angle to where it did not hit his body directly, but instead simply singed his arm.
The pain, however, was horrible. As he gasped in pain, the monster wasted no time, shooting two more bolts before he could get up. Both of them looked true to their mark. As he saw them coming, he quickly drew upon the might of the Zakarum and was able to give himself the power to absorb lightning, but only for a short while. However, it was enough to save him from a killing blow. With adrenaline pumping, and renewed strength, he charged toward the beast, only to catch thin air as it teleported out of the way. The momentum he had carried him farther than he had hoped, and he lost his balance. The Gloam, as he would later find out it was named, shot another bolt at him, only to be absorbed. He whispered a prayer of thanks to the Light for protection, and charged again. This time, he expected the teleport, and at the last second stopped. The gloam did not expect him to stop, so it teleported, but it had been seen by Razam as it had regained its surroundings. By the time it saw the blur charging towards him, it was too late. Razam slammed into the creature, sending it down onto the ground, with Razam on top of it. He wasted no time pulling out his scepter, and bashed the creature until it no longer twitched or resisted.
He slowly limped back into the fortress, bleeding profusely in the arm that the Gloam had hit. He went to the town priestess, where his wounds were tended. He bought some potions, thinking they may come in handy later, and set back out into the Steppes. Cautiously he wandered through the wasteland, hoping to find some hint of a way into the place known only as the River of Flame. What he found, however, was just another wasteland.
Discouraged, he pressed on, determine
