Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo, or Lorf of the Rings. I do own a SOJ. After reading this you can give them to me.

Norman Steve: Well it seems this story is a failure for not knowing what it wants to be. No atmosphere or seriousness was intented. I wanted to make a SOJ LoTR spoof.

The Stone Of Jordan

All was well for the order of Zakarum and Sanctuary. For years they succesfully fought against the two prime evils (TWO!) Diablo and Baal, the lords of terror and destruction, holding back evil and ensuring peaceful life all over sanctuatry. Untill...

One day.

Barthuk and Jathandriel were plowing their way through hordes upon hordes of nasty demons pouring into sanctuary from evil red portals, caves and other places one would never step into without sword, armour and clean underwear.

Whoa got that fella good! You know, we got to be best team out here, glowing thingy makes me swing much harder and much faster! YEEEESS! The big barbarian Barthuk yelled over the sound of gnashing crunshing and splicing of demons and demon guts under his huge but seemingly weightless sword.

The fantic paladin Jathandriel smiled at him. And you are the best most loyal friend I could ever wish for. He raised his sword over yet another huge hairy demon, the last one, For the light, and victory! With untold power he cut its head and one shoulder of with a diagonal right swing.

Barthuk bent down, leaning on his knees to catch his breath after killing all the seemingly mindless demons that for some reasaon always just ran toward them. Ohh... shiny thingy...

What have you got there Barthuk? The paladin had no idea what Barthuk had just found, but he felt something unfamilliar, something powerful... yet it did not bother him. What is it Barthuk? His companion's sword was on the ground, his small eyes transfixed on the ring in his hand. Barthuk tell me... Now two pair of perfectly still eyes were gazing at the ring.

A sly smile crept up Jathandriel's cheeks. Barthuk... You got the last ring... I want this one.... I want you... to give me that ring, my friend. Why should I?

The sound in his friend's voice chilled Barthuk to his bones when he spoke up again. I want you to give it to me... he hissed, his voice becoming more agressive with every word ...Because it's my birthday... and I want it!

Barthuk tried to pull away from him, but before he knew it inhuman strength pushed him to the ground, a pair of hands pressed his throat shut. Though two times as heavy, there was no way he could break free. Jathandriel's red eyes were the last thing he saw, burning into his retina untill his eyes saw no more... staring blankly into the sky. The once paladin slowly rose to his feet, with the ring in his hand, gloating over it. With great impatience he ripped a scroll of identify from his backpack, almost tearing it up.

The Stone of... Jordan... With one move the reddish ring previously on his right hand landed in the dirt to give way to the new ring.

My precious... My darling... Jathandriel could not stop gazing at the ring, filling him with more magical power than ever before and boosting his awareness of everything he did.

Sensing the will of a force nobody could see, the hateful paladin took off in the direction of the temple of Zakarum, to join his new brothers in their fight...