Chapter One: Storm's a Brewin'
Disclaimer: Any references to the actual game is credited to Blizzard Entertainment and I do not own any characters, locations or the game itself, only ideas.
Author's Note: Please note, this is my first fan fiction, or full length story. Also please note that this first chapter was intended to be short because in order for me to continue, I need to know I'm not writing this for nothing. So please review :). And enjoy.
A raging sandstorm kicked torrents of grit across the desert. Lut Gholein had been under heavy siege for the last two days, but not in a way one might believe. Torn corpses of defenders lay scattered near the gates, as men covered their eyes to avoid the storm's blinding tempest. Jerhyn, the leader of the city, rode up alongside Greiz, commander of the Lut Gholein army and bellowed over the storm. "Any luck in finding out what caused this?"
Greiz spat grit from his teeth and wiped his mouth with the back of his gauntlet, "No sir, the attackers still haven't shown themselves." Jerhyn sighed and threw his scarf across his face to shield himself from a flurry of sand that passed over them. It's starting to become increasingly worse... I've never witnessed such a storm! "Well, then come along Greiz. Whatever it is, we need to get back into the palace and form some sort of plan. Out here, we're merely asking to be swept away by the storm. I doubt the attackers are having as much luck as we are with it."
Greiz squinted, blinked several times and grunted. Had he just seen the silhouette of a demon? Surely not, demons didn't exist. Must be the fatigue and the storm... He rubbed his eyes and peered again... "GREIZ!" He nearly jumped out of his saddle, Jerhyn had been concerned with his friend's silence. "Yes sir, we need a plan..."
Jerhyn sat, hands folded in his lap, eyes glaring at the table. He was pondering, the attacks had happened during nightly patrols, each and every soldier sent out was now strewn across the desert. Greiz was leaning back in his chair, plucking meat from between his teeth with a bone, glaring at Jerhyn patiently. He contemplated sharing his hallucination earlier today with him, there was no other evidence, no clues to base theories on as to what had happened. Reluctantly, Greiz opened his mouth.
"Sir I-"
"We must request aid from the Church." Jerhyn cut him off, not realising Greiz had spoken. Greiz gritted his teeth, he despised the Church and its teachings. Lut Gholein had in its own right, never had such problems that their own army could not withstand. Greiz disowned any use of magic and did not believe in anything that he had never seen with his own two eyes, demons were a fine example. He had been read tales of the Three as a child, and how they would enter his dreams and his soul would be lost forever. He knew his parents only told him such lies to ensure he was brought up right.
Jerhyn stared at him oddly, "Did I... say something out of line Greiz?", the commander shook his head, he had not told Jerhyn or anyone else about his disbeliefs, he swallowed hard and shook his head slowly, "Not at all Jerhyn... But, is it really necessary?"
Jerhyn's face became grim, "If we are fighting an invisible foe, one that spares no lives, then it is not safe, our people must be safe. Should they get into the city, it would be disastrous. I know that the mages can provide a barrier of some sort to ward off these foes..." Jerhyn dug into his robes and produced a scroll. He found his pen and ink and began to write a request, all the while Greiz was deep in thought, reluctant to agree with Jerhyn, but reluctant about what he saw earlier that day... What was the world coming to? Were these legends in fact true? Or was he just expecting the worst and his mind had played tricks on him? He eyed Jerhyn silently as he wrote up the letter.
To be continued...
R/R please.