Hey people!! Well sorry about taking so long to make the first chapter. My school decided to slam us with projects that were all due on the week school ends. So I had only about two weeks to do three projects. It was a real pain.

Anyways, this chapter I am introducing a few of my characters. I don't want to describe them since all you have to do is look for pictures on Diablo II and you will find pictures of each class. So I have no need to describe them. The only ones I'm going to describe are my own characters. I don't want to talk about them now or I'm going to ruin parts of the story. I'll talk more in the end of this chapter. ENJOY!!!!

Oh ya, before I start, I would like to thank diabloii.net because I always go to their site to get rune combos and stuff like that. In this case, I go to their site so I can get more info on character classes. Since I lost my Diablo II instruction booklet. So thanks you guys.

It is dark night at the rogue encampment. As the remaining rogues of the Sightless Eye stand guard for any demons to appear in hopes of attacking their camp. One of the guards noticed a dark figure approaching them. Obviously she got her bow ready incase the figure shows and signs of hostility. As the torch from her outpost reveals the figure, she saw a dark man wearing brown cloth.

"HALT!!! WHO GOES THERE?!?!?" yelled the rogue guard.

"GREETINGS!!! MY NAME IS DEAN FROM THE KNIGHTS OF WESTMARCH!!!" yelled the brown clothed man.

"YOU MEAN THE KNIGHTS THAT FOLLOW THE TEACHINGS OF THE ZAKARUM?!"

"CORRECT."

"WHAT IS A HOLY KNIGHT SUCH AS YOURSELF DOING IN THIS PLACE?!"

"I AM HERE TO VANQUISH THE EVIL THAT PLAGUES THIS LAND!!!"

"WITH WHAT YOUR WEARING, I DON'T BELIEVE YOU CAN. BUT I SHALL LET YOU INTO OUR CAMP, SINCE THERE ARE MONSTERS ROAMING AROUND THIS AREA."

The guard then opened the camps door for the Paladin known as Dean. As he walked inside he was quite disappointed on what he saw. Little huts and tents scattered within the boundaries of the camp, rogue guards watching over the wooden barricades, and to his surprise many people with swords, axes, and any weapon you can think of is wandering around the camp.

"Excuse me sir!" as a mysterious person called out to Dean.

"Huh?!" replied a startled Dean.

He looked to find the owner of the voice who called to him. He found that it was a man wearing blue.

"Yes?" said Dean as he got closer to the blue man.

"Ah yes a Paladin. Well met, I'm honored to be in your presence."

"Thank you, my name is Dean of the Knights of the Westmarch."

"Ah yes, I am Warriv, I'm assuming you are here to vanquish the evil that consumed this land?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Well, your not the only one who is attempting that task. As you can see, there are other adventures here who are hoping to achieve fame and fortune. As for me, I'm just a caravan master around here. It just so happened that this dark evil plagued this land so I cannot leave for Lut Gholein."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but not to fear, I will do whatever in my power to free this land of all corruption."

"Ah yes, you are a true Paladin. Well if the evil around here lifts, I will be able to travel to Lut Gholein. When that happens, I will be honored to let you aboard my caravan and take you to Lut Gholein."

"Thank you."

"Well for starters, you may want to talk to Kashya. She is the leader of the rogues. You may get a lead on where to go."

"Thank you, but can you point me to where this Kashya may be?"

"Yes, she is right over there."

Warriv points to a woman wearing a red cape.

"You may want to be cautious around her," continued Warriv, "do to what happened to the rogues home…. Let's just say she is not in a good mood."

"Thank you Warriv."

"Your welcome honorable knight. I am honored to be of assist to you."

Dean walked away from the caravan master to the so called hot head Kashya. As he got closer, he understood why Warriv warned him to be cautious. Kashya really was not in a good mood. The way she paces back in forth, the way the her feet presses down on the ground to leave three inch deep footprints, and the way her eyes look…. The eyes…. Dean just couldn't bare to look at her eyes. It was so vicious that she could almost be considered a demon.

"Excuse, Kashya I presume?" called out Dean.

Kashya looked up with her demon like eyes, but softened it to look like a regular woman's eyes.

"Hello, yes I am Kashya, leader of the rogues of the camp."

"Hello, I am Dean one of the Knights of the Westmarch."

"Oh really? From the way you are dressing it is very hard to believe you are part of the holy knights."

"….."

Dean looked down at the ground and Kashya noticed a very disturbed look in his eyes. So she decided to change the topic.

"Well, what brings you to me?"

"Ah yes, I came to ask you if you may need of any of my assistance."

"Your assistance? I only ask assistance from people we trust. There are many people around this world who would take advantage of us run away after stealing whatever we have."

"…But…. I am not one of those types of people."

Kashya looked at him from head to toe and toe to head. Reminding him of how he was dressing.

"…Ah… Is there anyway I can gain your trust?"

"It takes a lot to gain our trust, especially during this dark period of time. You may want to see our spiritual guide, Akara. She may find some use to you."

Dean nods " Where may I found Akara?"

Kashya points to a tent at the far corner of the camp.

"You will find her there. Come back to me after you proved yourself worthy."

Dean waved goodbye to Kashya and walked towards to the corner of the camp. On his way, a young man ran into him, knocking both of them on the ground.

"OW," cried out both men.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry." said the young man.

Dean looked up to see a young man, about the age of 18 - 20, reach out a hand to help him up. As he got up, he noticed that this young man had long black hair that reached past his shoulders, black eyes and a face that most woman would think handsome. For clothing, this man wore black-grayish leather boots, pants, and shirt.

"What odd appearance," thought Dean.

"I'm sorry…err…" said the young man.

"Dean, my name is Dean." replied Dean as he reached out to shake hands.

"My name is Kris," replied the young man while they shook hands. "I'm sorry, but I'm in sort of a hurry, see you around."

He waved goodbye as he ran off in the direction that Dean was headed.

"Such a odd man," thought Dean.

He continued on his way until he found the tent. As he went inside he saw three people. One was a old woman wearing a purple cloak, which he assumed was Akara. In front of her were two men. One turned around and Dean immediately noticed that it was the same young man that ran into him.

"Oh hey! Didn't think I would see you that soon." greeted Kris.

"Ah yes, same her….." Dean trailed off as he saw the second man next to Kris turn around. "A…….. NECRO….MANCER?!?!?!?!"

Phew! Once again, I'm sorry to say this took so long to update. I sort of had a writers block on the process. I was planning to do the first quest but, I noticed this was long enough already. Next chapter I promise to have action.

As you can see, you met two of my characters. Dean the paladin and Kris…. Well…. I'll save if for the next chapter. You guys probably have a good idea on what class he belongs too.