There was the brazen warrior standing before the entrance of blood moor. He was a necromancer whose name was Macad getting ready to venture forth to settle what was wrong to what should be right. Armed with the lowest of weapons, a wand that was weak, and a buckler he picked himself up and walked out into the desolate plain. Standing just beyond the bridge which connected Blood Moor and the Rogue Encampment Macad took hold of his surroundings. Trees dotted the landscape and the endless rolling plains stretched across the view but Macad could see the vague shapes of moving figures in the distance. Squinting, he could see little more than they were sometime away. With another step he walked towards his destiny.

A little while of walking in the sweltering heat Macad had finally given up chasing the figures. They never got closer to him and it was a pain in his legs to keep following. To his left was a tree where he decided to walk over to for a rest. Resting gave his legs a chance to rest and his mind a chance to think. He had been out here for a few hours and the time had been uneventful, he was ready for action and badly wanted to purge the land of evil only to fill it with his. Lifting his head, he could make out the faint sounds of scuffling. Coming out of his doze he turned to look for a noise when a muffled flit! came from behind the tree. Grunts drifted to his ears and Macad had precious little time to move when a sharp spear flew by his head missing it by centimeters. Wait he thought that was too short to be a spear more like a... A louder grunt came from behind him and he whirled just in time to see a large porcupine creature look at him and wiggle his spikes. A spike from the back of the creature dislodged and flew at the necromancer but this time he was more prepared. He leapt away easily watching the short spear fly past him embedding itself in the ground a little ways behind him. Valuing his great reflexes Macad jumped forward before the porcupine could react, giving a swift kick only to be rewarded with a foot with a spine protruding from it. Howling in agony the necromancer looked down at the thing with gleaming eyes, hating it and threw his wand at it. The wand struck home, right in the face of the creature, but it merely dazed it and a brief moment later it shook off the attack and advanced on the now weaponless quarry. It growled again and shook its quiver, freeing another deadly spike from its arsenal and fired. A muffled thud escaped the impact as a spine hung imbedding in the worthless buckler. A gasp escaped Macad's lips as he realized that this foe could be a little more dangerous than he thought. He limped away quickly to the other side of the tree, momentarily giving the creature an obstacle to overcome for it wasn't that smart. The spike was still in Macad's foot and he pulled it delicately out, gritting his teeth at the brief pain hoping that the spine wasn't poisoned. At least now he was armed again and he limped around the tree watching in stupid fascination as the spiny porcupine was walking into the tree. The thing hadn't noticed the necromancer yet and Macad took full advantage. Jumping out, minding his wounded foot he stabbed viciously at the creature using full caution to not hit the spines feeling a sense of empowerment as he saw the creature slump with one of its own spines protruding from the head of the creature. Blood poured out but Macad seemed to not notice. As a necromancer he had dealt with these things before and had long since gotten used to it. He hobbled over to where he saw his wand and lifted it up examining it closely. He noticed a faint crack that ran from the top of the ball to the bottom of the shaft. He had known it was cheap but at least the rogues had armed him with something. From his memories of long studying the necromancer muttered a short incantation and pointed his wand at the creature. The corpse of the bloated porcupine shuddered slightly, barely noticeable unless you looked for it and it exploded into pieces sending chunks of gore and vast amounts of liquid into the air, covering Macad but he didn't mind. In the place of the porcupine was a fully erect human skeleton standing before its master. Its vacant eye sockets looked at Macad for a command but Macad didn't give him one. He merely walked away letting the skeleton follow with its axe made of bone and its buckler of decomposed iron. The first piece of Macad's masterful army had begun to appear and he limped off to more adventure.

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Please read and review I will try to make another post by Monday if you like it. Next chapter he gains another skeleton and he adventures farther. Believe me it will be much longer. I do not own Diablo or any of the characters.