Weeks passed without event. Erika continued to avoid me. Who could blame
her? I was the reason she was trapped here in the first place. I learned
how to summon more than one wolf and raven at the same time, and had even
unlocked how to call grizzly bears and transform into werebear form. Erika
still hadn't seen my animalistic transformations, just to set the record
strait. During my stay at the camp, I had rescued a man known as Deckard
Cain. He was a wise man who had once resided in a town called Tristram.
This town was where Diablo was slain and where he had risen again. Needless
to say, there were many demons there.
Many of you may be asking; how can he travel to Tristram when it's almost two hundred miles away. The answer was simple, but not what anyone would expect. I used a teleportation spell. There existed a tree known as Inifus with runes on its bark. These runes held the secret of the cairn stones, pillars of rock with enormous spiritual power. When the stones are touched in a specific order, they could create a magical portal to almost anywhere. In this case, it would be Tristram. However, when I found the tree of Inifus, getting the bark wasn't as easy as it sounded.
There was an enormous Yeti there by the name of "Tree Head Wood Fist". He almost killed, but I used my werebear form on him, and he fell quite easily after that. Also, to set the record strait, this was the first time I used the werebear form.
Now, I sit here writing in this accursed journal. I've seen Erika staring at me several times tonight already, but the second I want to close this up and talk to her, I lose my courage and she looks away at the same time. Many times I've been tempted to throw this goddamned thing into the bonfire, but something in me won't allow it. So, I'll keep on writing to keep a record of my pain. Well, it's time for bed. I'm going to be entering the monastery tomorrow to take on Andariel. It won't be an easy battle, but I know I can do it.
I slashed mercilessly at the demons guarding the last gate to Andariel's throne room. They were walking dead, Fallen, or some sort of blackish colored Fallen I had never seen before. With a roar of utter fury, I tore a zombie to pieces under the weight of my sword. Three wolves, a sentient poisonous vine, and a conspiracy of ravens assisted me as I fought against the minions of the demon queen. It is surprising andariel is called the "Queen of demons" as she is only a lesser evil and shouldn't be very strong.
The second I opened the doors to her throne room, I was proved wrong. Very wrong. A wave of poison hit me. It made my lungs burn and my armor rust away. Andariel was a blue skinned maiden about twenty feet tall with red hair that stood on end constantly. She wore very little; only a few chains to cover her top and a loincloth to make her decent in the eyes of hell spawn. I sank my sword into her right thigh after I recovered, but she merely smacked me across the room. She wasn't fazed at all.
She screamed the words," Die, little human maggot!"
I replied," Thanks. I'll pass" I channeled my power through the earth, and sent three small fireballs that traveled along the ground. If nothing else, that made her scream and throw out another 180-degree wave of poison. I crouched down and covered my mouth to avoid this wave. At this point, I was beginning to doubt my ability to win this fight. My sword was lodged in her hip, and I didn't have much in my magic reserves. One of my wolves lunged at her, but she merely smashed it through a wall and killed it instantly. Quickly, I searched my mind for anything else I could use against her for very little mana. Then, I remembered.
I gathered a small piece of my remaining power, and sent a huge rolling ball of brimstone and fire at her. It smashed into Andariel, burning her badly before exploding. This gave me the opportunity that I needed. I ran at her, and snatched my sword out of her leg, making it as painful as possible for her.
She screamed in rage more than anything else, and tried to slice my head off with her poisonous claws, but I nailed her hand, and cut it off. Then, I went for the throat, and slashed with all my might, which wasn't much, and succeeded in decapitating her. Her enormous body teetered for a moment, as though not knowing what to do, fell over and erupted into a huge column of fire. I noticed then that pieces of rock and debris were starting to fall on me. I quickly told my animals to find the quickest way out, and followed them, avoiding the falling mortar as the monastery collapsed on me.
Yes, I know. That didn't happen in the game, but modern physics does change some things. And, yes, I made it out, and into the Tamoe highlands. And, since waypoints or town portals didn't exist in this version, it kind of sucked to be me.
It took my several days of walking to get back to the encampment. Imagine my shock when I found that it was completely destroyed. I found all the rogues either dead or dying. The grizzly bear I had left in charge of guarding the place was covered in both its own and demons' blood. It was limping a bit, but was, nonetheless, happy to see me.
I quickly went to the place Akara was once lived, and found that she was already dead. Charsi shared her fate. By now, I was asking myself, "What the hell hit this place?"
Kashya, who laid before the central bonfire bleeding to death, told me," They came at by the hundreds. We tried to (cough, cough) hold them back, but there were far too many."
"Is Erika alright? Tell me she's fine!"
"I don't know, but I think. I saw several corrupted rogues carrying her off. I heard them say (she bled a little from the mouth) something about a 'chaos sanctuary'. Farewell, now, brave Druid. I may have misjudged you. You are a true hero, and a testament to the brave spirit that has inspired. Farewell. my friend. The only thing I regret was that we were not able to take our monastery back with out strength" Then, she breathed her last.
So, to sum up, Diablo and his brothers screwed me over so bad and so hard that I didn't even know what hit me. He had really fucked my life up really fast, and had taken Erika to the Chaos Sanctuary, which, mind you, was in the deepest recesses of hell where Diablo resided. My life was going down the shitter really fast.
Many of you may be asking; how can he travel to Tristram when it's almost two hundred miles away. The answer was simple, but not what anyone would expect. I used a teleportation spell. There existed a tree known as Inifus with runes on its bark. These runes held the secret of the cairn stones, pillars of rock with enormous spiritual power. When the stones are touched in a specific order, they could create a magical portal to almost anywhere. In this case, it would be Tristram. However, when I found the tree of Inifus, getting the bark wasn't as easy as it sounded.
There was an enormous Yeti there by the name of "Tree Head Wood Fist". He almost killed, but I used my werebear form on him, and he fell quite easily after that. Also, to set the record strait, this was the first time I used the werebear form.
Now, I sit here writing in this accursed journal. I've seen Erika staring at me several times tonight already, but the second I want to close this up and talk to her, I lose my courage and she looks away at the same time. Many times I've been tempted to throw this goddamned thing into the bonfire, but something in me won't allow it. So, I'll keep on writing to keep a record of my pain. Well, it's time for bed. I'm going to be entering the monastery tomorrow to take on Andariel. It won't be an easy battle, but I know I can do it.
I slashed mercilessly at the demons guarding the last gate to Andariel's throne room. They were walking dead, Fallen, or some sort of blackish colored Fallen I had never seen before. With a roar of utter fury, I tore a zombie to pieces under the weight of my sword. Three wolves, a sentient poisonous vine, and a conspiracy of ravens assisted me as I fought against the minions of the demon queen. It is surprising andariel is called the "Queen of demons" as she is only a lesser evil and shouldn't be very strong.
The second I opened the doors to her throne room, I was proved wrong. Very wrong. A wave of poison hit me. It made my lungs burn and my armor rust away. Andariel was a blue skinned maiden about twenty feet tall with red hair that stood on end constantly. She wore very little; only a few chains to cover her top and a loincloth to make her decent in the eyes of hell spawn. I sank my sword into her right thigh after I recovered, but she merely smacked me across the room. She wasn't fazed at all.
She screamed the words," Die, little human maggot!"
I replied," Thanks. I'll pass" I channeled my power through the earth, and sent three small fireballs that traveled along the ground. If nothing else, that made her scream and throw out another 180-degree wave of poison. I crouched down and covered my mouth to avoid this wave. At this point, I was beginning to doubt my ability to win this fight. My sword was lodged in her hip, and I didn't have much in my magic reserves. One of my wolves lunged at her, but she merely smashed it through a wall and killed it instantly. Quickly, I searched my mind for anything else I could use against her for very little mana. Then, I remembered.
I gathered a small piece of my remaining power, and sent a huge rolling ball of brimstone and fire at her. It smashed into Andariel, burning her badly before exploding. This gave me the opportunity that I needed. I ran at her, and snatched my sword out of her leg, making it as painful as possible for her.
She screamed in rage more than anything else, and tried to slice my head off with her poisonous claws, but I nailed her hand, and cut it off. Then, I went for the throat, and slashed with all my might, which wasn't much, and succeeded in decapitating her. Her enormous body teetered for a moment, as though not knowing what to do, fell over and erupted into a huge column of fire. I noticed then that pieces of rock and debris were starting to fall on me. I quickly told my animals to find the quickest way out, and followed them, avoiding the falling mortar as the monastery collapsed on me.
Yes, I know. That didn't happen in the game, but modern physics does change some things. And, yes, I made it out, and into the Tamoe highlands. And, since waypoints or town portals didn't exist in this version, it kind of sucked to be me.
It took my several days of walking to get back to the encampment. Imagine my shock when I found that it was completely destroyed. I found all the rogues either dead or dying. The grizzly bear I had left in charge of guarding the place was covered in both its own and demons' blood. It was limping a bit, but was, nonetheless, happy to see me.
I quickly went to the place Akara was once lived, and found that she was already dead. Charsi shared her fate. By now, I was asking myself, "What the hell hit this place?"
Kashya, who laid before the central bonfire bleeding to death, told me," They came at by the hundreds. We tried to (cough, cough) hold them back, but there were far too many."
"Is Erika alright? Tell me she's fine!"
"I don't know, but I think. I saw several corrupted rogues carrying her off. I heard them say (she bled a little from the mouth) something about a 'chaos sanctuary'. Farewell, now, brave Druid. I may have misjudged you. You are a true hero, and a testament to the brave spirit that has inspired. Farewell. my friend. The only thing I regret was that we were not able to take our monastery back with out strength" Then, she breathed her last.
So, to sum up, Diablo and his brothers screwed me over so bad and so hard that I didn't even know what hit me. He had really fucked my life up really fast, and had taken Erika to the Chaos Sanctuary, which, mind you, was in the deepest recesses of hell where Diablo resided. My life was going down the shitter really fast.